READY, SET, THROW! [mud fight, all ages!]

[redshiftreign]

GROUSEPAW
THE TRAILBLAZER
⋆˖ The Fool ˖⋆
SILVER TONGUE - JUST A SCRATCH - BURN, BABY, BURN
"oh woe to thee, ye people of order."

[ @Rani [bleedingpaw] , @Estelle [ sleepysunrise] , @Kix [wispypaw] , @Mica [mistlewhisker] , @furrensic [quillpaw reaction]]

the battleground had turned on him in an instant. he had expected this, he had prepared for this. with each hunk of mud flung his way, the mottled tom focused in on every movement around him. he planted his paws sturdy into the ground and felt his pelt prickle.

chaos. chaos and confusion, the lot of it. a giddy laugh bubbled up in his chest, eyes wide with mirth. this! this was what he lived for! this fake, slighted war. adrenaline roared in his ears as he assessed the battlefield. his head snapped towards motion, a greyscale tom slinking off into the apprentice den and leaving a meteor of mud rocketing towards grouse. the young healer dropped low and let it soar over him, before springing out and twisting forwards- directly into the path of bleedingpaw's throw. a dramatized gasp escaped him, and he shook mud from his fur. "a hero, are you?" he roared, a grin on his face, "good throw. lets hope you can handle it as well as you throw it."

that was when he heard wispypaw's chiding voice. his head snapped to stare at the sightless she, and he circled around her flank, keeping a good distance. "get in line, heh, you and everyone under the sun wants to drown me in mud right about now."

he circled to stand in the middle of the fray, seeing a dark pelt slink into view. she might have thought it an accident, but the ball of mud he flung her way was very, very intentional. right as sleepysunrise decided to stop being a stick in the mud (heh) and join- if only in defense of herself and her brother, he circled to put himself between those two and the deputy.

his tail tip twitched, watching both groups of enemy carefully. mistle was taking her sweet time deciding her move- either she was going to shut this down, or go for mud. he wasn't sure which yet, but he wanted to be ready for either. if he wanted this plan to work.

and right as mistle threw mud, he saw sleepy's arm surge forwards with her own heap of mud.

purrrfect.

grouse dropped low and surged forwards, sliding across the mud and spinning out while the two inadvertedly threw at eachother. what, did they think he's never had a mud battle before? hah! no, this was grouse. this was his domain.

twisting to face bleedingpaw, he charged and scouped up a good paw of mud. "you want to be a hero?" he cried, feigned dramatics, "then die like one!"

and with a powerful downstroke, he attempted to practically dunk the mud onto the blonde furball, grinning wildly at his insane maneuvering. he was genuinely impressed with himself, for once.

[Rani]

Bleedingpaw
Shadowclan Apprentice | He/Him | 6 Moons
Just a Scratch | Shadow Fiend

Yes! Bleedingpaw was a hero who helped his sister against strange Grouse who threw mud and got her pretty pelt all dirty! They were gonna be the dream team and fight side by side, even if this was just a mud battle and not a real one. That could come later when Bleedingpaw was bigger and older and had proper fighting skills learned.

For now he just fell into a faux battle stance beside Sleepysunrise, standing above a mud puddle to scoop up more ammo whenever (and that'd be his 'doom' in the end) and cheered as his mud ball hit true. They'd win this war handily!


Oooooor maybe not, Grousepaw was a slippery one. Mistlewhiskers mud was going towards Sleepysunrise, hers towards the deputy and the blond bengal did try to call out a warning, yelping a cry that quickly turned into a shriek as Grousepaw came riGHT AT HIM!?!?!
"Sis-dep duck! Hes tricke-eeEEEEEP!"

And just like that he was taken down, shoved right into the puddle and coated, blond pelt no more as he became a sopping brown cat instead. Of course he tried not to go easy or quiet, twisting and wiggling and so flinging mud EVERYWHERE, probably on his sister as well, battering his 'foe' with muddy little paws and shrieking as he did. Of course, the yelling was not as serious as he might wish it to seem given it was done through giggles but he was trying to fight back regardless.
"NoooOOOOOOOO! Hehehehehe, no death by mud Grouse! Sleepy!! Help hes got meeeeeeeeee-ehehehehe! Heeeeeeeeeelp!!!!!"


@Mica @Estelle @redshiftreign

[spooky_bluee.]

Stormtail

Stormtail was walking around Shadowclan camp when they witnessed the mayhem. Their jaw dropped and they stopped in their tracks. A mud fight? He thought to himself, Great Starclan, that looks fun! Stormtail watched the battle scene for a while longer.
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[Estelle]

She and her brother stood as one, ready to fight and win this war at all cost – side by side, as siblings should be. But that strength did not stand for long when Grousepaw, despite the many attacks launched on his person, ducked out of the way and her poorly thrown pile of mud went straight forrrRRRR AAHAGGHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOo – erm, oh dear. Internal alarm bells rang at full volume as it went straight for Mistlewhisker (betrayed by the light widening of her eyes)! But in her panic of attacking the deputy of all cats, she got a present herself. Of Mistlewhisker, at that – payback all at once, it seems, for once again her face got caked in a thick pile of mud that covered her eyes and tangled itself in her fur.

All at once all panic was gone, replaced by the exasperated thought and puzzlement as to why the deputy would do this – did she not have better things that puny mud wars to partake in? Sleepysunrise was here for her brother’s honour, where was Mistlewhisker’s honour? She wiped the mud off her face – remnants evident – with a single swipe as a deadpanned expression came locked of the medic’s former mentor, lips pursed. How neat.

Until her ears flickered, picking up on the sound of her brother. Mud flung once again to her face and fur, clinging to the unruly strands but she cared no longer – there he was, her little brother, dunked in mud by the one and only. Her paws tingled with a feeling she could not describe, and before she fully realised what she was doing, Sleepysunrise was scooping up as much mud as her paws could carry… Mud she, while Grousepaw appeared distracted, she moved over to violently dump straight on the offender’s head.
“My brother shall emerge victorious.”
A monotone voice decided, Sleepysunrise attempting to proceed by tackling the bigger feline down into the mud and pin him down, hoping it would allow Bleedingpaw to enact his revenge.


[ @Mica @Rani @redshiftreign ]

[Mica]

Mistlewhisker
ShadowClan Deputy
she/her | 42 moons
[Large black cat with a half white muzzle and a pale green eye]
Purrks: Beefed Up T3, Shadow Fiend, Mind Reader
⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ The Chariot ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
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[Grousepaw - @redshiftreign ] [Sleepysunrise - @Estelle ] [Bleedingpaw - @Rani ]
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Mistlewhisker watched as her pile of mud sailed over Grousepaw's head and instead hit Sleepysunrise, the young Enforcer taking it right in the face. She didn't move, only stared at Mistlewhisker as mud dripped down her maw and chest. Mistlewhisker had the distinct feeling that she was being judged. Well, she shouldn't have just stood there then.

The pair was too busy staring and silently judging each other to notice Grousepaw slipping past and dunking poor Bleedingpaw into the mud. The little apprentice shrieked and squealed, earning an exasperated shake of the head from the deputy. Sleepysunrise got her revenge on Grousepaw soon after, Bleedingpaw freed from his torment and allowed to stand up. Sleepysunrise and Grousepaw tousled on the ground, flinging mud in every direction. As Bleedingpaw made a move for Grousepaw, so did Mistlewhisker.

Why, she wasn't going to leave her former apprentice in a lurch.

The deputy leapt over to Sleepysunrise, gave her a one-eyed glance, then proceeded to reach down and grab Grousepaw's scruff to lift them up and out of Sleepysunrise's grip. Hopefully, that would leave the deputy and medicine cat apprentice standing next to one another, facing off against an Enforcer and apprentice. Mistlewhisker glanced sidelong at Grousepaw, her front caked in mud. "Remember what I taught you?" She asked, referring to their battle lesson.