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He blinked, staring at Hazycry. She dodged the dirt. ... How? He squinted at the motionless warrior. Can one really feel the vibrations of dirt in the air? Or even tell that it's being thrown? Without sight? [agatha kitty] Would a cat without sight even think to avoid it, or would they be more likely to storm through, accepting the pain that came with it like any other blow? Something wasn’t right. But he didn’t know what. Was it just that he was nowhere near as silent as he thought? It was getting embarrassing, honestly. What he thought to be his finest skill, entirely falling through. He needed to try harder. He couldn't lose over such a thing.
There wasn’t much time, and it’s not like he’d disappeared entirely. If he stayed here, Hazycry would surely figure out his whereabouts soon enough - plus, hiding was a coward's tactic. He merely needed to slip in and out of the shadow. His disappearance had to be temporary, just a few seconds. He positioned himself downwind, then slunk out of the shadows quickly [/exiting shadow fiend], as though stalking his prey. Silent. Not enough for a mere mouse to feel (he hoped). But, he was in plain sight. Then, he'd dash forward, claws outstretched as he lept right at Hazycry's face, with the intention to knock her over.
He blinked, staring at Hazycry She dodged the dirt. ... How? He squinted at the motionless warrior. Can one really feel the vibrations of dirt in the air? Or even tell that it's being thrown? Without sight? [agatha kitty] Would a cat without sight even think to avoid it, or would they be more likely to storm through, accepting the pain that came with it like any other blow? Something wasn’t right. But he didn’t know what. Was it just that he was nowhere near as silent as he thought? It was getting embarrassing, honestly. What he thought to be his finest skill, entirely falling through. He needed to try harder. he couldn't lose over such a thing.
There wasn’t much time, and it’s not like he’d disappeared entirely. If he stayed here, Hazycry would surely figure out his whereabouts soon enough - plus, hiding was a coward's tactic. He merely needed to slip in and out of the shadow. His disappearance had to be temporary, just a few seconds. He positioned himself downwind, then slunk out of the shadows quickly [/exiting shadow fiend], as though stalking his prey. Silent. Not enough for a mere mouse to feel (he hoped). But, he was in plain sight. Then, he'd dash forward, claws outstretched as he lept right at Hazycry's face, with the intention to knock her over.
➳ white, orange and brown tabico with cloudy blue eyes
➳ rough around the edges, antisocial, self-depricating
"I once believed that the road of happiness continued forever and ever into the distance. When it was destroyed, I realized for the first time that it lies upon a thin sheet of glass."
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MY CATS THOUGHTS AND ACTIONS DO NOT REPRESENT MY OWN
fight for a purpose. fight for honor. not for bloodshed. not like the foggymask fight.
even if she was blind, it shouldve been quite obvious that she could hear the swatting of paws at the ground. you cant exactly make such a thing silent, right? she waited.
out of the corner of her eye she caught the movement of newtbelly. she kept her gaze locked in front of her, keeping her eyes flicking from side to side to dissuade suspicions. finally, she twitched her nose, 'finally' realizing where newtbelly was, letting claws catch the side of her muzzle. whilst in close range, she aimed to hit the side of his neck with her arm, not claws, in an attempt to bring him to the ground with her
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fight for a purpose. fight for honor. not for bloodshed. not like the foggymask fight.
even if she was blind, it shouldve been quite obvious that she could hear the slamming of paws into the ground. you cant exactly make such a thing silent, right? she waited.
out of the corner of her eye she caught the movement of newtbelly. she kept her gaze locked in front of her, keeping her ears flicking from side to side to dissuade suspicions. finally, she twitched her nose, 'finally' realizing where newtbelly was, letting claws catch the side of her muzzle. whilst in close range, she aimed to hit the side of his neck with her arm, not claws, in an attempt to bring him to the ground with her
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No. Not again. Nononono. He gasped audibly, as his claws merely caught her muzzle, and the air left his throat. How?! How the hell? Was it true? Was his stealth not what he thought it was? Or had Hazycry smelt him? Her nose twitched, hadn't it? No... She couldn't have, he was downwind. Perhaps she felt the wind change? A vibration from his jump? All that mattered to him, was that he had failed at the one thing he thought he was best at. His mind whirred as he began to fall, trying to piece together any explanation, anything that proved his skills hadn't deteriorated, or, even worse, hadn't been there in the first place. But... There was nothing. His stealth was his best trick, but couldn't get him a win. The enforcer gritted hid teeth. Then he'd do this without it.
He wasn't about to let himself go down over an ego blow, no matter how much it stung.
What could he do from here? Whilst falling? His paws were still high in the air, his balance already thrown. He tried to grasp Hazycry's shoulders with each forepaw, only using as much claw as necessary to grip. There was a tactic Owlthroat taught him. If you're falling, simply use the other cat as an anchor. Especially suitable for Newtbelly, considering his size. And, especially suitable to practice with Owlthroat, considering the size difference. Grab on, and throw yourself around: kick, flop, do whatever you can. Who cares if you end up throwing yourself to the floor in the process? You were already falling. Might as well make the most of it. If he managed to get a good hold, he'd put as much weight as he could in, and lift his back legs, kicking into Hazycry explosively - claws out. The aim, was for the kick to send him rocketing away. So, when he fell, he'd fall far enough from Hazycry, and use the momentum to roll even further - that way, she couldn't tackle him down. Ideally, he could wind her, or at least cause enough damage to throw her off. But, it all depended on where it hit, if at all.
No. Not again. Nononono. He gasped audibly, as his claws merely caught her muzzle, and the air left his throat. How?! How the hell? Was it true? Was his stealth not what he thought it was? Or had Hazycry smelt him? Her nose twitched, hadn't it? No... She couldn't have, he was downwind. Perhaps she felt the wind change? A vibration from his jump? All that mattered to him, was that he had failed at the one thing he thought he was best at. His mind whirred as he began to fall, trying to piece together any explanation, anything that proved his skills hadn't deteriorated, or, even worse, hadn't been there in the first place. But... There was nothing. His stealth was his best trick, but couldn't get him a win. The enforcer gritted hid teeth. Then he'd do this without it.
He wasn't about to let himself go down over an ego blow, no matter how much it stung.
What could he do from here? Whilst falling? His paws were still high in the air, his balance already thrown. He tried to grasp Hazycry's shoulders with each forepaw, only using as much claw as necessary to grip. There was a tactic Owlthroat taught him. If you're falling, simply use the other cat as an anchor. Especially suitable for Newtbelly, considering his size. And, especially suitable to practice with Owlthroat, considering the size difference. Grab on, and throw yourself around: kick, flop, do whatever you can. Who cares if you end up throwing yourself to the floor in the process? You were already falling. Might as well make the most of it. If he managed to get a good hold, he'd put as much weight as he could in, and lift his back legs, kicking into Hazycry explosively - claws out. The aim, was for the kick to send him rocketing away. So, when he fell, he'd fall far enough from Hazycry, and use the momentum to roll even further - that way, she couldn't tackle him down. Ideally, he could wind her, or at least cause enough damage to throw her off. But, it all depended on where it hit, if at all.
Ever since the comment by Rookadder, Briarsplash had been tense. She'd been waiting for any other cat to step up and challenge her, whether directly or by putting their case to Dawnstar. But each time they were rejected, and she couldn't help the sick sort of satisfaction. Not to say that she didn't at least admire the ambition of the younger warriors, in a way, who were vying for the open spot. She'd been much of the same, though you'd have to twist her tail to get her to admit that she'd been rather desperate to prove herself back in those days.
Maybe part of her always was; it was just more subtle, more buried deep down. But that sort of self-awareness wasn't Briar's forte, and she was content to sit her rump back down to the forest floor once the challenges were up. Her gaze was cool as she surveyed the beginning of the fight, curling her claws into the dirt to quell her own urges. Rookadder's claim had fired her up, and now she had to stamp it down.
That being said, the fight between Newtbelly and Hazycry was starting off fast, so she couldn't complain. At least vicarious energy would be directed with these two. Goldish-green eyes glittered as Briarsplash watched the Enforcer and the aspirant leap at each other, wondering how this would go. She'd bet mousetails on Newtbelly's win, the tom having surprised her more than once with his tenacity despite his usual demeanor. That being said, she had no doubts that Hazycry would put up a fight; not that she envisioned the warrior as an Enforcer, per se, but that she-cat moved and spoke with a way of a cat who knew what loss and pain was like — even self-directed.
It was enough to make any cat formidable, in a sense; the drive of one who was desperate to prove something to themselves and others. She remembered that too, from being Hazycry's first mentor all those moons ago. This cat she saw fighting viciously before her didn't even feel like the same Duskpaw.
Elkmane slid out of the warrior's den, stepping out from underneath the shelter that the arching ceiling formed and into what felt like very tense air. He had heard Hawkbite earlier, the voice that slithered between the brambles and commanded some kind of attention. He was sore this morning, somehow slept funny, and as a result wasn't in a rush to come see what all the shouting was about. All he knew was that there were challenges for the enforcer's role. Not entirely uncommon, that was the nature of the role he supposed. Constantly prepared for whatever ambitious warrior wanted more glory for themselves.
As his eyes adjusted to the light of the open clearing, it was evident that a fight was well underway. Hazycry vs Newtbelly. Elkmane blinked a few times, studying the pair just as the wall of dirt Newtbelly had kicked up showered Hazycry in the face, the warrior pulled his lips thinly against his teeth. A grimace of discomfort? Disapproval? Nobody could quite read it, nor did he even know how he felt about kicking dirt into a blind cat's face. I guess if Newtbelly thought Hazycry posed an actual threat to his rank? Fair is fair. Nobody would go about a heavy challenge such as his without being prepared for the risks involved.
He wanted to see the result, especially if there were going to be a few different fights. It couldn't just be the one, there were pawfuls of warriors who wanted to enter the ShadowClan upper ring. Sitting next to the enforcers, next to Dawnstar. For anyone hoping to make themselves much of anything, it was a wise tactical move, even to challenge and lose? As long as it was memorable, the court of public opinion would then decide your fate. Dawnstar surely wasn't one to just make her own decisions, her clanmates were the ones seeing things on the ground level.
The dusky warrior dismissed the thought with a wave of his tail, he'd have to find a place to sit instead of just standing out in the open like a goat. With a quick glance around the clearing, he spotted Briarsplash, another enforcer, seated by herself. Elkmane folded his ears against his head and stalked his way around the slowly assembling crowd to her side. Whether or not she was receptive to company while watching her team get challenged, he wasn't sure. Speaking of? Even she could be called to defend herself and her position.
Best to try and see what kind of mood the enforcer was in. Elkmane slid into the grass next to her, sweeping his tail to the side of his body in case she wasn't in the mood to socialize. "What do you think?" The tom said, loud enough to be heard but not enough to be demanding of her input. He tipped his nose towards the sparring pair, feeling a rush of air tickle through his whiskers as Hazycry reached for Newtbelly's neck.
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MORNINGPAW
Shadowclan Apprentice ~ 7 moons ~ He/Him
"Oh fantastic, a swamp that talks to you"
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If Dawnstar was willing- Bah, if she had any common sense she'd realise his mentor was fantastic for the job and obviously would win. Only a fool wouldn't let Mosstangle go. And if she won he'd have the bragging rights that his mentor was an Enforcer.... Hm. Morningpaw banished those thoughts with a shake of his head and grinned at Moss. "You'll win." The apprentice said confidently, tail flicking lazily through the air. "You're good enough for it."
With that said, the dark coloured tabby turned back to his best friend. "So, Wildkit, how've you been? This is exciting, isn't it?" Amber eyes scanned the calico, before turning to pierce the pelts of those around him, watching with genuine interest. He wondered is Blackjaw would try out.... Didn't think so, but you never know. "Is Blackjaw trying out- Oh hi Blackjaw!" Morningpaw meowed, finally noticing the white warrior's presence. "Are you challenging?"
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☆-Blackjaw-☆
[He/Him]
{22 Moons}
~Straight~
"They told me all of my cages were mental"
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Blackjaw looked to Dawnstar as the queen began shooting down the challengers, one, by one. All these cats wanted to participate for the wrong reasons. Mosstangle wanted to prove herself. Blackjaw listened closely to Dawnstar as the names rattled off and when she said Mosstangle's, the tom's ears perked.
"She accepted your challenge! That's great!," the tom purred to the she-cat beside him. He brushed his flank against Mosstangle's as a show of his support, gazing into her green hues. The butterflies were back, as per usual, right on schedule. He shook himself out of the trance as Wildkit bounded up to the group of cats, jumping excitedly. "Hey there Wildkit," the tom mewed warmly, a small smile crossing his face. Then he noticed the state of the little kits fur. "We need to get you cleaned up," the tom purred, rolling his eyes in an exaggerated fashion.
Morningpaw's question hadn't went unheard, but the tom didn't know how to respond without seeming like he was scared. Which, by all rights, he was. He was terrified of failure, of becoming a disappointment. The tom's internal struggle was so much to bear sometimes, and he felt helpless against it. He knew that the worst that could happen would be Dawnstar denying him a chance at challenging. Maybe again, in a different time. For now, he wanted to go on patrols and show he was reliable as a warrior, before trying to go for such a prestigious position.
"No, not this time around," the tom mewed to the apprentice. "I'll let Mosstangle take the spotlight for now," the tom mewed, a slight chuckle under his voice. His eyes were the only thing to betray his cheerful demeanor, an underlying disappointment in himself for not taking the risk.
MOSSTANGLE
Shadowclan Warrior | 20 moons | Large, dark brown-and-white tabby she-cat with green eyes
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Mosstangle sat bad to wait for her turn. Consecutive fights... was Dawnstar planning on fighting her and Flytail consecutively? An interesting idea. She imagined that the shadowclan leader could've fought them both at the same time if she so wanted. There was a reason why Dawnstar was so widely feared and respected. Her paws tingled with the anticipation as she waited.
Morningpaw's statements made her purr and she smiled at her apprentice. She wasn't quite so optimistic to believe she would be able to win against Dawnstar, but she sure wasn't going to let that stop her from working hard to try anyway. The support from her apprentice was more than enough to bring her spirits up, as Blackjaw made his own exclamations of support. Win or lose, she was going to prove that she belonged among the elites of shadowclan. She wanted nothing more than to show her dedication and to do her best.
More cats turned down. Dawnstar once again turning down new warriors. She couldn't say she had much of an opinion about these two, though. They still had some time. Mosstangle was still a bit in awe that she had been accepted, herself.
Finally, as she leaned against Blackjaw, a bit of comfort to calm herself and save that energy for when it was her turn, as green eyes turned to the current fight Hawkbite called to begin. Blood was quickly spilled, which had Mosstangle keep a close eye on little Wildkit. He was still young, though close to apprentice age. If things got too violent, she would probably have to bring the little calico back to the nursery. It was likely to happen at some point, between the current fight, her fight, and Flytail's fight. She had no intent to hold back to save the eyes of kits, so she would have to rely on others to take care of them if it was necessary.
The fight went strange very quickly. A blind cat dodging dust? Dodging attacks so easily? She was impressed, at least, but there were only so many things a blind cat could dodge, right? Mosstangle wasn't sure how Hazycry managed to keep it going, but she watched the moves of the fight very closely. Kicking up dust. Grabbing on and swinging. Side-steps and back steps. Newtbelly's tactic of a sort of ambush mid fight. Any bit of information she could pull and attempt to use in the future. There was always something to learn in these enforcer fights, so she made sure to lean in close to Morningpaw as the fight continued to progress. "Pay close attention to these fights. There are a lot of more advanced tactics involved in enforcer fights that may aid you in the future. Let me know if you would like to practice any of these moves later on." She told him.
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WILDKIT
Shadowclan kit | 5 Moons | Long-furred calico tom with yellow eyes
Butter fur (ewww...)
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"I'm still good! How are you?" Wildkit mewed to Morningpaw as he turned his attention to the calico. "And, yeah! It's super cool to watch the enforcer fights!" And super cool that he knew one of the challengers. It was just awesome in general! Who would've guessed he'd get to see so many enforcer challenges in a day?
Blackjaw's comment made Wildkit's ears grow warm. His annoying pelt felt terrible. He wished it would go away, but as he went to groom himself, it seemed un-endingly greasy and oily, only coating his tongue in a gross film that increased his discomfort. He made a stinky face, curling his lips and sticking his tongue out in distaste in an unintentional expression. He almost missed the fight starting.
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➳ white, orange and brown tabico with cloudy blue eyes
➳ rough around the edges, antisocial, self-depricating
"I once believed that the road of happiness continued forever and ever into the distance. When it was destroyed, I realized for the first time that it lies upon a thin sheet of glass."
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she hissed once more, with every breath she let out through her maw she felt it go through the side of her face, had newtbelly struck harder than she had first thought?
hopefully her fighting didnt raise too many red flags. tails? who cares. she could have an excuse for each one. and she was blind since birth, so why should they think otherwise? the sharp pain of claws in her shoulder drew her attention away for a moment, and she thudded to the ground with…. without newtbelly?
dirt getting in her already-open wounds, paws landed on her leg, and pushed, she could feel the skin rip.
what a terrific workout this was, and for once, it wasnt sarcasm! newtbelly was putting up one hell of a fight, and she was all for it. she slid back slightly, and got to her paws, shaking her fur out lightly, keeping her head turned towards the direction that newtbelly went, but slightly off to the side.
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she hissed once more, with every breath she let out through her maw she felt it go through the side of her face, had newtbelly struck harder than she had first thought?
hopefully her fighting didnt raise too many red flags. tails? who cares. she could have an excuse for each one. and she was blind since birth, so why should they think otherwise? the sharp pain of claws in her shoulder drew her attention away for a moment, and she thudded to the ground with…. without newtbelly?
dirt getting in her already-open wounds, paws landed on her leg, and pushed, she could feel the skin rip.
what a terrific workout this was, and for once, it wasnt sarcasm! newtbelly was putting up one hell of a fight, and she was all for it. she slid back slightly, and got to her paws, shaking her fur out lightly, keeping her head turned towards the direction that newtbelly went, but slightly off to the side. allowing the enforcer to make the next blow.
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MOSSTANGLE
Shadowclan Warrior | 20 moons | Large, dark brown-and-white tabby she-cat with green eyes
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Mosstangle sat bad to wait for her turn. Consecutive fights... was Dawnstar planning on fighting her and Flytail consecutively? An interesting idea. She imagined that the shadowclan leader could've fought them both at the same time if she so wanted. There was a reason why Dawnstar was so widely feared and respected. Her paws tingled with the anticipation as she waited.
Morningpaw's statements made her purr and she smiled at her apprentice. She wasn't quite so optimistic to believe she would be able to win against Dawnstar, but she sure wasn't going to let that stop her from working hard to try anyway. The support from her apprentice was more than enough to bring her spirits up, as Blackjaw made his own exclamations of support. Win or lose, she was going to prove that she belonged among the elites of shadowclan. She wanted nothing more than to show her dedication and to do her best.
More cats turned down. Dawnstar once again turning down new warriors. She couldn't say she had much of an opinion about these two, though. They still had some time. Mosstangle was still a bit in awe that she had been accepted, herself.
Finally, as she leaned against Blackjaw, a bit of comfort to calm herself and save that energy for when it was her turn, as green eyes turned to the current fight Hawkbite called to begin. Blood was quickly spilled, which had Mosstangle keep a close eye on little Wildkit. He was still young, though close to apprentice age. If things got too violent, she would probably have to bring the little calico back to the nursery. It was likely to happen at some point, between the current fight, her fight, and Flytail's fight. She had no intent to hold back to save the eyes of kits, so she would have to rely on others to take care of them if it was necessary.
The fight went strange very quickly. A blind cat dodging dust? Dodging attacks so easily? She was impressed, at least, but there were only so many things a blind cat could dodge, right? Mosstangle wasn't sure how Hazycry managed to keep it going, but she watched the moves of the fight very closely. Kicking up dust. Grabbing on and swinging. Side-steps and back steps. Newtbelly's tactic of a sort of ambush mid fight. Any bit of information she could pull and attempt to use in the future. There was always something to learn in these enforcer fights, so she made sure to lean in close to Morningpaw as the fight continued to progress. "Pay close attention to these fights. There are a lot of more advanced tactics involved in enforcer fights that may aid you in the future. Let me know if you would like to practice any of these moves later on." She told him.
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WILDKIT
Shadowclan kit | 5 Moons | Long-furred calico tom with yellow eyes
Butter fur (ewww...)
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"I'm still good! How are you?" Wildkit mewed to Morningpaw as he turned his attention to the calico. "And, yeah! It's super cool to watch the enforcer fights!" And super cool that he knew one of the challengers. It was just awesome in general! Who would've guessed he'd get to see so many enforcer challenges in a day?
Blackjaw's comment made Wildkit's ears grow warm. His annoying pelt felt terrible. He wished it would go away, but as he went to groom himself, it seemed un-endingly greasy and oily, only coating his tongue in a gross film that increased his discomfort. He made a stinky face, curling his lips and sticking his tongue out in distaste in an unintentional expression. He almost missed the fight starting.
⋆⁺‧₊☽The Glowing Shadow☾₊‧⁺⋆
☆-Blackjaw-☆
[He/Him]
{22 Moons}
~Straight~
"They told me all of my cages were mental"
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
Blackjaw felt Mosstangle settle against him, watching the first fight of the day. Hazycry and Newtbelly. The blood was already on the ground, and Blackjaw stared on in intrigue to the situation, wondering how it would end. Wildkit seemed to have been a bit embarassed by Blackjaw's comment, and the tom felt bad. He flicked his tail across the small toms shoulder, hoping he would recognize it as an apology.
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It was like moving in a flash, but, he felt his paws make contact! If he weren't flying already midair, he would have jumped for joy. It was a hard move to pull off, but he'd done it!
Exasperated breaths left him, as he went skirting across the ground. His head was spinning - unable to tell is Hazycry was already chasing after him, he rolled further, holding onto as much momentum as he could, before raising his head. The idea to continue rolling had actually come to his mind from his training with Bleedingpaw. Yep, turns out he was still learning new things from apprentices. In their spar, the apprentice had been adept at using his own momentum to his advantage, putting distance between himself and his opponent. Newtbelly wasn't sure if he would've considered it, without seeing it pulled off so well.
Ough. Still dizzy - dizzier, maybe, from rolling. Fast tricks like that were good in the moment, but oh the aftermath. He wasn't like those WindClan cats, who were seemingly non-stop all the time - or, so he'd been told. Eyes focused back in, and Hazycry turned from a blurry blob to a clear figure. She'd just back got to her paws. What a relief. If she'd had been stood right over him, he wasn't sure how well he would've coped. He hated to admit it, but he'd misjudged her. She was far stronger - far smarter - than he'd imagined. He still couldn't tell if she really had an immense ability for sensing vibrations, or if his own skills truthfully weren't up to the test. If it were the former, he was amazed. The latter? Mortified. But, he couldn't think on it any more. It'd been clouding his mind, too heavily, interfering with his focus.
He'd spent enough time catching his breath. Time to move. He dashed forward. If he could get enough blows in, maybe he'd finally exhaust Hazycry. Then, he hoped, he could knock her down. He was expecting Hazycry to unleash an attack as he approached, but if she stood straight still, he'd try to ram into her.
It was like moving in a flash, but, he felt his paws make contact! If he weren't flying already midair, he would have jumped for joy. It was a hard move to pull off, but he'd done it!
Exasperated breaths left him, as he went skirting across the ground. His head was spinning - unable to tell is Hazycry was already chasing after him, he rolled further, holding onto as much momentum as he could, before raising his head. The idea to continue rolling had actually come to his mind from his training with Bleedingpaw. Yep, turns out he was still learning new things from apprentices. In their spar, the apprentice had been adept at using his own momentum to his advantage, putting distance between himself and his opponent. Newtbelly wasn't sure if he would've considered it, without seeing it pulled off so well.
Ough. Still dizzy - dizzier, maybe, from rolling. Fast tricks like that were good in the moment, but oh the aftermath. He wasn't like those WindClan cats, who were seemingly non-stop all the time - or, so he'd been told. Eyes focused back in, and Hazycry turned from a blurry blob to a clear figure. She'd just back got to her paws. What a relief. If she'd had been stood right over him, he wasn't sure how well he would've coped. He hated to admit it, but he'd misjudged her. She was far stronger - far smarter - than he'd imagined. He still couldn't tell if she really had an immense ability for sensing vibrations, or if his own skills truthfully weren't up to the test. If it were the former, he was amazed. The latter? Mortified. But, he couldn't think on it any more. It'd been clouding his mind, too heavily, interfering with his focus.
He'd spent enough time catching his breath. Time to move. He dashed forward. If he could get enough blows in, maybe he'd finally exhaust Hazycry. Then, he hoped, he could knock her down. He was expecting Hazycry to unleash an attack as he approached, but if she stood straight still, he'd try to ram into her.
➳ white, orange and brown tabico with cloudy blue eyes
➳ rough around the edges, antisocial, self-depricating
"I once believed that the road of happiness continued forever and ever into the distance. When it was destroyed, I realized for the first time that it lies upon a thin sheet of glass."
❧ this character often portrays self-hate, interact with caution
MY CATS THOUGHTS AND ACTIONS DO NOT REPRESENT MY OWN
she was slowing down, was it the pain of the injuries from the slightest flex? perhaps. perhaps it was exhaustion creeping in. now her injuries throbbed with protest, dirt having settled into the gaping wounds.
she wasnt the only one slowing down it looked like, newtbelly also took time to recover. she'd fought a cat to the death before, you dont exactly come out of something like that and not learn from it. well, perhaps she did not learn as much as she should have, she was learning far more from a trained fighter such as newtbelly.
she wasnt out for blood. if anything several of her attacks had been non-damaging, she couldnt tell if she was winning or losing. it didnt matter. the fight itself didnt matter, simply what the cats in the crowd thought, what hawkbite thought, what her grandmother thought.
stars above she hoped for the best.
newtbelly came barrelling towards her, she stepped off to the side, launching one of her rear legs out in retaliation to the strike that tore off some of her flanks skin.
MY CATS THOUGHTS AND ACTIONS DO NOT REPRESENT MY OWN
she was slowing down, was it the pain of the injuries from the slightest flex? perhaps. perhaps it was exhaustion creeping in. now her injuries throbbed with protest, dirt having settled into the gaping wounds.
she wasnt the only one slowing down it looked like, newtbelly also took time to recover. she'd fought a cat to the death before, you dont exactly come out of something like that and not learn from it. well, perhaps she did not learn as much as she should have, she was learning far more from a trained fighter such as newtbelly.
she wasnt out for blood. if anything several of her attacks had been non-damaging, she couldnt tell if she was winning or losing. it didnt matter. the fight itself didnt matter as much, simply what the cats in the crowd thought, what hawkbite thought, what her grandmother thought.
stars above she hoped for the best.
newtbelly came barrelling towards her, she stepped off to the side, launching one of her rear legs out in retaliation to the strike that tore off some of her flanks skin.
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Deerpaw was...only mildly interested really. She mostly wanted to observe to see what moves she could see and learn from. She blinked as a shadow cast in front of her, looking up from her hiding spot beneath a bush to see a fellow -paw. Not one that she knew well, but then again she never spent much time socializing with the other apprentices. But, here was her chance! "H-Hello." Her voice managing to be squeaky and muted at the same time, brown eyes rounded as she fixed her gaze on the apprentice. "I-I'm Deerpaw. D-Do you w-wanna watch to-together?" She offered, managing a friendly smile.
SHATTEREDPAW
Shadowclan Apprentice ~ 10 moons ~ She/They
"I want to rip something apart..."
TW: May be mentions of gore, blood, insanity, etc. She can't feel pain, and is Bipolar
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Shatteredpaw's ears flicked, the only sign that she heard the other apprentice coming before the girl even spoke. Curly fur white, patchy, and covered in scratch grooves, both old and new, the apprentice turned cold eyes -cold despite the ange face- to Deerpaw. Shattered snorted at her question, their paw curling in around their claws, retracting them before placing her paw back down. The angelic mask she wore abruptly slid off. "Horrible to meet you, Deerpaw. I am Shatteredpaw." Pause, as the young she-cat looked Deerpaw up and down, hazel eyes not missing a detail. After a long, tense mintute, Shattered grunted her assent, a rare chance that few were granted. Ever. "Fine. But no touching or I rip the offending limb off." Shatteredpaw said hotly, a hint of a snarl behind her voice.
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