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Originally Posted by Aurora Borealis
@blue jellie @Charmer
Sharppaw hissed as his leader called for attack. ‘Finally!’ he looked around for a flicker of blue-gray pelt in the darkness. The light of the full moon helped him immensely. His cold amber eyes finally found his target. He returned the glare shot at him with a smirk. With a hiss, he walked toward him, looking calculating. Every pawstep on the rough ground gave him a new rush of hate. So much so, that when he was within reach of Morningblue, every inch of him was filled with loathing. The edges of his vision were going red. All he could see was Morningblue and the cat he was trying to protect. In a split-second descision, Sharppaw attempted to leap between them. His goal was to separate them, then spin around and claw Morningblue. His fight wasn’t with the other cat. Not yet. All he could think about was his crazed lust for blood to be spilt. For blood to splatter on the ground, to sink into the earth. He yowled angrily, attempting to bite Morningblue’s leg. If his leg was hurt, he’d go down. Then Sharppaw would kill him.
[ angry little ball of floof ]
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Originally Posted by blue jellie
[ sharppaw is a feisty little bab ]
As a very-infuriated apprentice leaped for her brother, aiming for his leg, she smashed into him, blocking the attack and knocking him off balance. Frankly, she could care less about what her brother thought. Soon enough, the conversation they'd had previously would be reversed- he'd say he could take care of himself, and Jaystorm would respond she was only protecting him. After all, it's her "duty" as a warrior to protect her Clanmates. Scoffing, she looked down on the apprentice, aiming a quick fake-out blow to his ear and drawing back at the last moment, instead jabbing towards a showing joint on his leg- which would hopefully make it buckle. |
Morningblue watched with a firm resolution not to leave his sister's side for a moment as the younger tom stalked closer. Then with all the speed and trickery of a Shadowclan snake, the apprentice leapt between them. The big blue tome tried to wheel around in a snarl, unaware of how close the apprentice had come to ending the fight and his life so quickly. But Jaystorm had barreled into the younger cat. The tom's eyes widened in horror. His sister only knew that this was an apprentice. She didn't realize how the threats he had heard from him, about killing his family. Jaystorm was fighting like an honorable warrior against an honorless cat who threatened murder. What would this apprentice do if she let him go free and he learned about her kits. They'd be apprentices soon, going on patrols and venturing close to the Shadowclan border unaware of the danger. And he couldn't hope to protect them all! Not forever! Without a solid thought in his head, Morningblue used all his weight to check his body against his sister's, trying to force her away from the younger cat. As he stepped between them, he left himself open to any number of blows. He didn't even look at Jaystorm. "A shecat? Fight
me you little coward!" It was a single sentence, perfectly calculated to anger both cats: Sharppaw into attacking, and with any luck, Jaystorm into storming off in a huff, and getting far away from him... He didn't want her to see what he planned to do next... Sharppaw would not be walking away from this battle.
Starclan, forgive me.