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Originally Posted by Abyssopelagic

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】【Sedgestorm: The Moon, Reversed
RiverClan, he/him】【

Blood welled from where he'd bitten the young warrior, but he didn't have much, if any, chance to consider it a victory as her own claws were already coming for his face. He twisted his back half closer so that he could use a hind leg, the one without claws, to try to kick at her flank as he moved away.
His greatest saving grace was the fact he hardly had ears anymore, and Firestorm's claws instead scoured along the side of his head and tangled in his thick, wirey fur, more a nuisance as the claws pulled painfully.
With a pained snarl, his jaws turned to snap at the other warriors offending arm before it could retreat to its owner. He didn't intend to do permanent damage, just cause a little flesh wound to further whittle down his opponent.
Once they were separated even barely, the sting of the scratches on his face finally registered like pin pricks of ice piercing the boiling feeling of his blood. Without taking time to check them in full, they all felt superficial and like they won't be adding to the map of scars that already existed.
But he didn't dwell on it long, attention returned to the young warrior in front of him.
His tail lashed and he waited for her next move.

Firestorm
Ultimate Predator: Inactive
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Firestorm’s brief satisfaction from landing a blow on the older warrior was interrupted by a pained howl when teeth sank into her front leg. Before she was able to properly react, the RiverClan tom got off of her and put some distance between the two of them.

Pale green eyes carefully, watching, she realized that the tom was waiting for her to make a move. Gosh, why hadn’t anyone told her that battle would be this exhausting? She would’ve just stayed at camp and told stories of her overwhelming greatness to the kits in the nursery as their parents were off fighting. Unfortunately, she didn’t choose that option. Here she was, on a battlefield in some random part of RiverClan territory, head swimming and feeling the urge to vomit.

Shaking the daze out of her head, she attempted to focus herself. ’Just one strike… That’s all I need and then I’m done’ the orange tabby thought to herself. If she wanted to properly show off, she was going to have to ignore the other sounds, smells, and cats dancing around in her vision to avoid being overwhelmed. Taking a deep breath and biting back the pain, she moved forward as quickly as she could, bringing down a clawed paw towards the top of Sedgestorm’s head. This of course put her in a vulnerable position and left her open to a proper counter and/or a follow-up.

That didn't matter to her right now though. She could do this. She was the great Firestorm after all. So what if this cat was absolutely humongous? He also appeared to be quite a bit older than her, but she could do this! Then she'd go brag to everyone about how amazing she was and how she was the coolest in the whole clan for her contribution to the battle,.