Enforcer Challenge Owl v Rook [spectators welcome]

[shoomy]

OOO A CHALLENGE?? With how stupid this clan was, Fireflypaw was surprised anyone thought of this. the only thing shadowclanners (besides xem and xyr friends of course) could do was be annoying and stay alive, and they constantly failed the latter. That would change when xe became Fireflystar! Everyone who was weak or disobeyed xem would die instantly HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

The fluffy apprentice wasn't hoping for anyone in particular. xe guessed xe should root for Rookfire since he was xyr mentor, but to be honest, xe just wanted to see how enforcers fought! Battle wasn't actually very interesting if you didn't actually fight entertainment wise, but Fireflypaw could learn from it. The dilute tortie loafed and watched the battle start, focused on specifically owlthroat. The enforcer that was actually still an enforcer, so clearly he was doing something right that rookfire didn't.

[open- firefly's thoughts are not my own!!]

[Beaan]

cloverlark
cw; grief

an enforcer challenge, huh? the scarred warrior got up from their nest and trotted out into the clearing, half-blind green eyes looking over at the enforcer commander as they spoke. this might be fun to watch. the newly named warrior trotted over, a vacant expression on their face. cloverlark had never seen an enforcer challenge before. first time for everything, huh? the small cat sat down, long tail wrapping around their paws as they awaited the fight to begin.

[open]

[Spider]

 

Originally Posted by rift

Hollowpaw
‘The Hauntress’

Shadow Fiend: Inactive | Chill of Death: Permanently Active
[ black and white cat, blue and amber eyes. face and shoulder scarring. | she/they ]
[ #VGCHollow ]

➢ Hollowpaw doesn’t know why she joins the brewing crowd. Perhaps it was similar to execution, an event you hated yet couldn’t quite look away from…. Enforcer challenges didn’t bring the sudden cold that executions brought alongside the sting of death in the air like an overwhelming wave of dread and she was grateful for that. Hollow tracks down her mentor. He was once again the source of such a trial. He was always the source. His threats against intervention made the Apprentice uneasy for a moment, her brain freezing while she stared at him with an unreadable expression, yet too reeked of uncertainty.

Once her senses returned and nerves calmed slightly, they spot Fishpaw. Sister. They were sisters now. Yes, sisters. The black and white shecat shifts direction, making her path straight to Fishpaw and sitting next to the equally scarred shecat. Silence taking over her as they simply gave her sister a very quick and small smile of appreciation. Appreciation because Fish was here and Hollowpaw didn’t end up alone. Selfish, they know. But her sister was still a welcome sight, especially after Hawkbite’s statements that made her retreat inwards. The shecat wraps her tail around her paws, she couldn’t quite shake the tension of the event. Her tired eyes locked onto the Enforcer before them. He was ready to defend his rank, Hollowpaw’s claws unintentionally dug into the dirt. Rookfire. The traitor. The fallen. The tainted. He wanted to climb his way back up. Climb to a position that he was far from earning again…. She bites her lip, the taste of blood shortly after becoming her sign to stop yet they didn’t. They didn’t trust themself to comment much. Conflicts between clanmates always brought negative thoughts and feelings, ones they would rather not voice and be seen as odder than they already were.

[ @SuspiciousMindz - Hawk interaction at the start and if he wants to pop over ]

»»—— ► Fishpaw| Shc | She/Her | Apprentice ◄——««

" - When you’re going to change the world, don’t ask for permission. - "


Fishpaw was waiting for the fight to start not putting much thought into it besides seeing a fight, how fun! If she was being honest she was kinda hoping owl would win over rookfire, no over the top reason, but owlthroat did teach her how to flay so their was that. looking to the side of her fishpaw noticed her sister hollowpaw and let out a small chirp ' Hollows! she meowed scooting a bit closer, but still keeping personal space in between them. Did fishpaw adopt her yes, could hollowpaw escape now? No, anyways she was stuck with fish now if she liked it or not So hollow who do you think is gonna win? she asked with a tilt of her head.

[Fade]

Hollowpaw
‘The Hauntress’

Shadow Fiend: Inactive | Chill of Death: Permanently Active
[ black and white cat, blue and amber eyes. face and shoulder scarring. | she/they ]
[ #VGCHollow ]

➢ Fishpaw's words aided in grounding her to the point where she could speak, but the words that left her mouth hold the most amount of venom that she's ever had when speaking. Even when she's whispering they are harsh. With her normal tone, they would've sound blank, as if she didn't care but it was completely opposite this time.. "If your answer is Rookfire then I think you should be cast out of Shadowclan for supporting that clan hopping traitor." The words burn her mouth. Back into silence. Hollowpaw simply stares at Fishpaw. Her eyes wide as their claws flex in and out of the earth. Keep it together. Disturb the event and you're as good as dead. Hollowpaw looks away and back at the challenge in front of the pair. Say sorry. Your outburst was uncalled for. How dare you let it be anger.

"I am sorry. I lost my composure. I wish for Owlthroat to win." Back to her normal voice, husky and blank. That's better, isn't it? Her own scolding clawing at the back of her mind. Tearing through any form of resistance they offered.

[ @Spider ]

[Spider]

»»—— ► Fishpaw| Shc | She/Her | Apprentice ◄——««

" - When you’re going to change the world, don’t ask for permission. - "

Fishpaw squinted an eye at the anger in hollowpaws voice, that was something new-ish, but besides that hollow would probably be glad to know fishpaw was not hoping for rook fire to win this fight. Plus fishpaw didnt want to be kicked out of the clan even if it was a joke…Oh hollowpaw was apologizing, Huh well fishpaw didnt think she needed an apology she was fine with hollows opinions no matter what they were as long as she didnt think badly of fish, then she would feel a little more hurt. Oh, nah its fine, but besides i also hope owlthroat wins hes a bit- more respectable of an cat she meowed curling her tail around her paws
@rift

[fishys thoughts are not my own <3]

[Crown_Sage]

Kink-kit
ShadowClan Kit ♕ She/Her ♕ 1+ moons
"I know, I know I'll never fit in"

Kinkkit nodded, feeling her stomach double over. Papa, I don't feel good. She moaned, keeping her eyes on the challenge. My belly hurts. She grumbled, looking over at the she-cat that had approached Coyoteblossom.
{ @seeingstars - @Estelle }

[Rowan]

Upon hearing his fathers call for the enforcer challenge, LionPaws interest was immediately raised as he slipped from his own den and into the growing crowd. RookFire and OwlThroat, huh? Well, sure, RookFire helped him a bit with his training but…he was also a medicine cat (apprentice) which ought to soften one up in his opinion…and he was an ex riverrat. If LionPaw had to choose one to follow into battle, it would be OwlThroat and he’d stand by that with no hesitation. He looked around the crowd as he tried to get the best view possible. Ah- there HawkDad was! He could hardly spot the Commander with the crowd.

The apprentice crept up to him, listening to his opinion before butting in with his own. “Oh- definitely OwlThroat. No reason he should be kicked off the enforcers team in my opinion.” he huffed strongly. Really though, out of all the enforcers to challenge…OwlThroat?


@SuspiciousMindz

[alec]

Event [#event]

ROOKFIRE
[ he/him | shadowclan warrior | mid 20s ]
[ purrks ]

rookfire was practically vibrating with nerves when hawkbite called for attention, knowing it could only be it. finally. cold rushed through his body, stomach twisting with the knowledge that this could mean returning to his place within the clan or humiliation. after a deep breath, rookfire rose, steadily making his way towards the commander, jaws clenched and claws aching to twitch out of their sheaths. he couldnt fight dirty, avoid drawing out the conflict, it hadnt sat right with him when it was foggymask, and damn the stars he wouldnt repeat that traitors mistake.
a clean, fair fight.

rookfire took his place, resisting to give into the urge of lashing his tail, instead he remained almost eerily still. sharp grey eyes observing owlthroats every move, searching for obvious weaknesses. they had never sparred, owlthroat had never gotten the chance to see him fight, and he himself had only watched the other go up against rats and snakes. still, it was enough to draw conclusions. despite their similar height, owlthroats heavier set called for brute force, while rookfire could rely on his experience of dodging and weaving. wearing down his opponent, one strike at a time.
he must keep his composure, fight with reason and technique. lingering for the perfect moment to strike...he was getting ahead of himself.
owlthroats long fur would take more effort to pierce, but he was not going for a killing blow so it barely mattered anyway. eyes narrowed, the former medicine cat continued to scan the other tom for easy openings, unsatisfied with simply putting it down to 'wear him out'. honestly, long term injuries being forbidden was his primary issue, it would be so easy to simply plan around the goal of breaking a limb, much easier than finding another way to harm.

stunning or bruising him might work, but went against his previously established knowledge of owlthroat being a brute force type of fighter. thoughts continued to wander as rookfire scanned the crowd out of the corner of his eye, the bets some cats had placed did not fall on deaf ears either, but he was not one to be discouraged by others perspectives. he had challenged everyones perception by joining shadowclan and rising through the ranks and damn the stars he would do it again. thought, hawkbites remark stung a bit, he knew the commander didnt really like him, but.. well, he was above that anyway. hawkbite had never made it to high rank. not to put him down.

rookfire looked back to meet owlthroats gaze, only a couple of lengths away, the tip of his tail flicking idly as he squared his shoulders, old aches and broken bones long forgotten. he knew of owlthroats recent slip up, and expected nothing but all the other could give from this fight.
he hawkbite announced the beginning of the fight, rookfire launched himself at the other [roll d20 ; 17 ] claws digging into the ground as he took a sharp turn in order to avoid the strike he expected owlthroat might want to take before he reached him. he was aiming to sink his teeth into the warriors shoulder and claws up his back before moving along the natural turn this should pull out of the other, trying to reach him, and bring space between them once more. while rookfire was usually one to rely on pure strength and deliver brutal blows with the intent to kill, he was determined to stay out of owlthroats reach for this, relying on his more agile nature.

[ @SuspiciousMindz ; @Daragca | to everyone else: dont worry about the stuff your characters think btw, i think its amusing ]

[burntToast]

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

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°˖✿˚⋆|[ Adderpaw ]|⋆˚✿˖°
She/her | Shadowclan kit | 6 moons
“I wish I knew where to find my words so I could speak and be heard.”
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( TW: IRRATIONAL THOUGHTS, SELF DEPRECATING NATURE )
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It looked like the former medicine cat was challenging one of the enforcers for their rank, Adderpaw had watched one of these particular fights go down when she had still been a kit. The last one she had watched had been spent mostly observing how interested her brother Pantherkit had seemed to be while observing the fight. Surely she should take interest in it too right, and she did in one way or another. Becoming an enforcer was the highest rank you could achieve beneath the ultimate high ranks, it was the closest star that Adderpaw could try to catch. Being the daughter of the leader meant you had to be above exceptional and that was something she had been lacking in. Another thought came to mind, Mushroomkit had mentioned being scared of fighting right? Maybe this battle would disturb her- Adderpaw would just have to find her friend and show her the importance of this sort of thing. That and she would sit by her, mushroomkit had a way of making everyone else fade into the background. As of right now Adderpaw was way too aware of the forming crowd. Suffocating.

The braided brown tabby shrunk through the crowd keeping her head low, her ears angling in different directions as she tried to differentiate between the voices in the crowd. When she finally latched onto mushroomkits it was too hard to find her. Though ... .Adderpaw would have preferred to find her friend alone, it seemed the russet she kit had made her way over to a group. Adderpaw hated groups. The apprentice was just about to retreat to a secluded corner, from which she could watch the duel alone, she caught on to the words the other kit was spouting. It caused the fur to stand up along her spine– the audacity!? How dare this little brat talk to mushroomkit that way! The brief anger was enough to cause the apprentice to forget her previous shyness as she marched in the direction of the small group. She had no intention in conversing with Hawkbite or Bleedpaw so she didn't even spare them a glance before stepping In front of pinekit. She bared her teeth in her snarl, she was offended! Offended on behalf of her friend who was so kind and sweet. She was the brightest thing that Adderpaw could think of in her life and she wouldn't stand for such slander. ”You're the one who's pathetic, talking about your CLANMATE like this! You-..”. The words were hissed out faster than Adderpaw could comprehend them and when she did they sounded wrong! Wrong! Her anger started to simmer down or more so her anxiety overrode it. She hadn't spoken loud enough to cause a ruckus or even loud enough for others outside the group to even hear her but in her head she had shouted and now she felt the glares of no one's eyes burning into her fur. Her stance wavered from confident to unsure and her eyes flickered to the ground. "y-you need to-- um apologize. Now" It seemed the fight had or was starting but Adderpaw wouldn't be content to watch until she dealt with this problem. If she could deal with this problem!

@SuspiciousMindz // @Rani // @Dolomedes // @sturgeonwind

[Mica]

Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 50 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye]
Purrks: Killer Aptitude T3, Shadow Fiend, Mind Reader
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Chariot ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Hawkbite - @Suspicious Mindz ] [Bleedingpaw - @Rani ] [If I missed anyone directly talking to Hawkbite my bad]
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Ah, it was about time. Mistlewhisker had been expecting a challenge soon, and wasn't surprised to see Owlthroat up on the chopping block. The Deputy lumbered over to the gathered audience, looking for a place to sit. She thought about hanging back and watching from afar, but this was a rather important battle. Let them both know that their rank was not the only thing to win or lose here.

Mistlewhisker hopped up behind Hawkbite and Bleedingpaw, her steps light. They were talking about who they hoped to win. The Deputy sat down on the other side of Bleedingpaw, eye fixed on the pair of toms in the clearing. "Owlthroat has proven to be useful as an Enforcer. He is humble, even if his emotions grow out of control." Both Rookfire and Owlthroat were toms that were lead by emotion, but they showed it differently. Rookfire was sharp and unstable, while Owlthroat was brash and volatile. Mistlewhisker studied each challenger, tail tapping the ground next to her. "Rookfire is dependable, but antisocial. Losing his position as medicine cat apprentice appeared to have been a major blow to his ego." Mistlewhisker couldn't say she blamed him, but it was about time he pulled himself together and showed what made him deserve the position in the first place.

But who did she want to win? As the call to fight sounded, Mistlewhisker narrowed her eye and let the fight decide for her.