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Her critical amber eyes lasered in and too focused to notice that Shadepaw had seen her, Clovepool dissected every pawstep and move that the two toms engaged in while making sure to keep her expression as neutral as possible as to not show so outwardly who she favored to win the most. But it was becoming increasingly difficult. Each time Shrewstep landed a blow, the corners of Clovepool's tightly sealed lips would twitch as if they wanted to curve into a smile. Her claws would unsheathed and dig harshly into the ground to release the excitement. Clovepool's bobbed tail would wiggle briefly before ceasing. But each time Shrewstep missed or when he was thrown in the air, Clovepool tensed and her expression darkened fiercely. Her fluffy and voluminous tortoiseshell fur would begin to fluff up as though she were a pufferfish. And it wasn't until Shrewstep ripped into Foggymask's face that let out a low rumbling purr, her pupils narrowing with exhilaration as she hungrily watched blood roll down her ex-mate's maw. Hah! A couple more blows like that, and he'll be crowfood.. The wicked she cat thought nefariously to herself before realizing she seemed a little too enthusiastic. Clearing her throat, she regained her regal composure and lifted her brindled paw to groom herself nonchalantly. But on the inside, she was bursting with unbridled anticipation to watch Foggymask get taken down.
Yes! YES YES YES! The fight which had begun so poorly for Shrewstep had turned into, if not a victory, certainly a more even contest. He had avoided thugging it out blow for blow, and landed a few hits of his own without getting absolutely clobbered! This was the point where he would ideally claim an escape with minimal injuries, but that would be a straight-up lie. He could deal with the wounds to his ear and chest, those bits of him weren't technically structural, but the more the adrenaline of his success drained away and he began to tire, the less he seemed to be able to get it to do what he wanted.
Foggymask had clearly clocked onto this, looking at it quite intently even as Shrewstep scored another hit to his opponent's face. Blood was certainly flying now, both toms dripping it across the ground, and Shrewstep momentarily considered the mess there might be to clean up. He supposed it would soak into the ground, but the scent of it would certainly linger. Then again, the disturbing nature of blood-scent in camp came from the fact that it wasn't supposed to be there. It felt dirty. This was honorable blood, spilled in mutually agreeable combat.
The blood from his ear wound, the first blood drawn, had changed its track down his path at some point in the past few moments, and now dripped its way across his field of vision, distracting Shrewstep momentarily. That was all it took, really. He probably wouldn't have been able to move his left hind leg in time anyway, but this moment of unfocus sealed Shrewstep's fate. The large paws of the other tom struck his haunch with impressive force, and he hissed in pain as the leg crumpled.
Perhaps too much force was applied, sending Shrewstep skidding a short distance that meant Foggymask's attempt to pin him didn't quite work. The thuds of the other toms paws were close to his head. Shrewstep was almost surprised they hadn't crushed his face into the dirt, because that definitely seemed like it would be Foggymask's style. Already a bit disoriented because a) there was a lot of his blood decorating the clearing, b) he didn't have a lot of blood to lose being so small and c) he had already fallen in an ungainly manner a few times already, Shrewstep wasn't able to react quickly. Not quickly at all.
He tried to raise his front paws to slash at Foggymask, but as he raised the second one his hind leg threatened to collapse under him. Practically tucked underneath Foggymask's chin he tried to back away. That was kind of the only thing he could do at this point, try and get away and regroup before Foggymask.....what? Sat on him? Something like that, anyway. The closer he was the more useful Foggymask's mass advantage became, and Shrewstep REALLY didn't want to have to get into a brute force match. As already proved, that wouldn't end well for him.
This thought drove him backwards, tragically (for him anyway) placing his scruff just about directly under the maw of his enemy. Perhaps Shrewstep had an inkling that this choice wasn't the best one at this point, but it was far too late to save him from an embarrassment he'd been trying to avoid since, no joke, apprenticehood. Even the loss of his tail had been less humiliating than what we can all predict will come next. The Yeetening. #EnforcerChallenge @otter (Powerplay Perms given to otter & Foggy for the next 5ish seconds of the fight.)
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All hail the Rat Queen's!!
Shrewstep has Silver Tongue and Mind Reader purrks
Pit has Just a Scratch and Beefed Up Tier 2
Scorpionkit would tilt her head a little when Hollowpaw tried to correct her pronunciation, but her eyes were so glued on the fight before them. When she tried to chime into the conversation, it was a distant reply, barely audible as she dug her tiny claws into the ground, sitting on edge. "Yeah.. yeah.. Hullo, that's what I said." The blood splattered from Shrewstep and her eyes widened out with a mixture of fright and curiousity.
The only thing that dragged her out of the trance was when Hollowpaw got down real low and said something about being cool. "WHAAAT?" Scorp whipped around so dramatically, her body almost flew to the side. Her amber eyes were settled so harshly on Hollowpaw, one would think they'd melt. The stare was scarily similar to those of Dawnstars. "NO ONE can be as cool as mama!! NO OOONNE!!" She half howled before a flick of a tail from the Commander silenced her. Right. Mama had just said when something important was happening, to mind her volume.
The gentle warning was enough for Scorp to turn back around to face the fight before her bestest friend continued. "OOHHHH, can annoy him all day!! Learn things together, too! Teach us both!" Scorp would trill quietly. She didn't want to raise her voice but had to get enthusiasm across. "So many ideas!"
Hollowpaw
‘The Hauntress’
Shadow Fiend: Inactive
[ black and white cat, blue and amber eyes. face and shoulder scarring. | she/they ]
[ #VGCHollow ]
➢ LOUD! WHY WAS THIS ONE SO LOUD?? Hollowpaw once again winces when Scorpionkit yells, practically in their ear. A hiss escapes her throat as they recoil, claws digging into the Earth. Her mentor thankfully silencing the kid before Hollowpaw ended up in the Med. Den for hearing loss. The Apprentice whispers, eyes avoiding the bloody battle in front of them for the moment. "I know that, it was simply an example, my friend." A quiet giggle leaves their mouth, stars this one reminded her of Wild, a little too much; but Hollow pushes the thought away into a corner of her mind that would go unseen until they slept.
Then a response to the training, hm. Eager to start, eh? Some part of Hollow sees a younger version of herself in the kitten and they raise a paw and aim to rub the brown kits fluffy head with it. "We'll see about that, I don't think your mother would like you getting hurt before you even start training, you have to wait until you're my age."
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❝ he thought you made it with all of his malice
but he was caught in carelessness
now the time came for a judgment,
and he pleaded for his life. ❞
The blood steadily dripping down his face, nearly blinding him, didn't stop Foggymask from realizing his plan had mostly worked. Sure, he didn't manage to pin Shrewstep down, but this position was just right. He looked down, amused, as Shrewstep tried to raise his front paws to claw him and instantly failed horribly.
Before he humiliated Shrewstep, he wanted to taunt him. Pressing his head down into the ground, he lowered his head so that he could whisper in the brown tom's ear. "You really thought you'd win this?" he said with a bloody smirk, before promptly grabbing the smaller tom's scruff, hauling Shrewstep up, and yeeting him as high and far as possible. The tom was so light, he was sent FLYING. He watched as Shrewstep landed with a thud.
Once that was done, Foggymask walked up near where Shrewstep had landed, and began licking his own wounds. He'd probably have to get them checked out. He didn't exactly trust Rookfire yet, the tom would have to prove that he wasn't a mole. As in the type of spy, of course. Grabbing Shrewstep's scruff, he pulled the tom to his feet, making sure that there wasn't too much pressure on his weak leg. "Good fight." he said, grabbing one of the tom's good paws and giving him a pawshake.
She had come to watch out of wandering interest, a tool to take her mind of the grief of her mother's loss and rather focus and throw herself into her work instead, as she had always done, this time taking the form of observing the battle between colleague and possible future colleague, both cats she hardly knew anything about (if anything at all), and had hardly seen much of. It stood as foreshadowing of the fight ahead, when the youngest enforcer found herself unimpressed by the feats given out; it looked like a hyperbolic fight portraying what not to do with a size small such as herself and Shrewstep's, and Sleepysunrise could only keep her brows from knitting at that final comment. A weak show of power and prowess, led only by the desire to upstage the weak and look strong in the process, is what it looked like. Perplexed was one word to describe her thoughts, mingled with greater things, or perhaps it was her lack of familiarity with either warrior. All current and previous enforcers had some renown to them that she could try to remember their names at the bare minimum upon receiving their promotion, or note them down for a certain skill they held. Neither combatant here held such a stance, rather, she only knew Shrewstep to share her troubled size (which she hoped to grow out of, unlike him) if not sharing a worse fate of heights, and Foggymask for his seeming incapability to adequately train his apprentices, if Magpiepaw's repeat appearances for basic training sessions was anything to go by (not that the apprentice shouldn't have sought training elsewhere earlier, but such lateness spoke of the mentor too). That is to say, she couldn't quite see this tom replacing Shrewstep if their stances were equal, and subtly she wondered why Miss Grandmama had accepted this fight to begin with. It was puzzling to her, but there ought to be reason behind it, Miss Grandmama always had good reason for all she did. Perhaps it was an act of humouring those who dared step forth with such intent, or a ruse, a motive she had yet to understand; perhaps Foggymask's actions had been going unnoticed to her, despite her constant watching over camp from the shadows that hugged her pelt, though never as it hid that of her mothers. She flicked an ear, dull gaze shifting to Hawkbite with thought of what his ideas were on the matter, a rare phenomenon and single proof of her consideration of Hawkbite as one of ShadowClan's elite of the elite.
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Huh... Shrewstep lost...
It was comical, really. All was going well, or so Clovepool thought. Surely her ex mate Foggymask would've been helplessly blinded by the blow near his eyes. How could Shrewstep not get the upper hand?! And then... Watching Shrewstep soar like a mangled duck through the air was something else. Clovepool's head and gaze literally followed Shrewstep as he flew through the air and landed with a harsh thud. So that was it? Foggymask was head enforcer?
Taking out her vengeance on the soil beneath her frame, the fuming queen unsheathed her claws and began sinking them into the ground as if the dirt could bleed for it's sin of merely existing. Clovepool's thick and silky fur began to bristle and puff. The angry pufferfish of wrath, if you will. Her pelt fluffed as though it could shoot out poison if possible.
Gritting her clenched jaw as she watched Foggymask lift up Shrewstep, Clovepool narrowed her fearsome stare as a look of annoyance cast over her alluring face. Why pick him up, leave him for the buzzards... She thought to herself maliciously, letting out a hiss before slinking away into the back of the gathering and into the shadows. She couldn't be seen near Shrewstep. Not now, anyways.
Enforcer Challenge Foggymask has challenged Shrewstep for his title as Enforcer!
General rules:
-No one can step into the fight. Doing so will result in punishment and getting booted by any of the Enforcers present.
-Winning does not guarantee you keep/get the rank. Dawnstar has the final say in that decision and Hawk will voice his opinion on the matter.
-Hawkbite will allow claws unsheathed but he will step in if he feels one or both participants are going to kill the other.
-Hawkbite will allow dirty moves, but will step in if things are going too far.
-Hawkbite will NOT tolerate someone else stepping in to tell him how to referee the fight. Dawn and Mistle being the exception to the rule.
-Spectators of any age are welcome to watch, kits will need monitored closely by a warrior and if things get too rough, they will be escorted away.
Upon Mistlewhisker's approach, Hawkbite would cast a careful gaze towards her, subtly flicking his tail at her in return. There was no hiding the smirk that played on his face like a playful kit when he did so. "Glad to see you tag along, gorgeous," the Commander spoke softly enough for her to hear. His gaze would sweep back towards the sparring warriors. There was something unnerving about the way Foggymask was handling this. It was one thing to enjoy a fight, but it was another thing to enjoy humiliating a fellow clanmate. This wasn't what he was expecting when he was told to host this.
Then, it happened. Could he really be mad about the outcome of this fight? About the way Foggymask went about simply humiliating the Enforcer? Former. He left the rules fairly open, but something about the malice and selfish intentions behind the warriors' moves made Hawkbite bristle. There was simply no hiding it as the stoic face the Commander usually held darkened with judgement.
"ENOUGH!
Battle's concluded!"
Hawkbite's voice rose above the murmuring and watchful eyes. His green gaze sharpened in the direction of Shrewstep. Getting to his paws, the Commander approached the duo, his body was tense and irritation radiated from his bristling pelt. "Shrewstep," Hawkbite addressed the former first. "Not only had you lost this challenge, but you also haven't been holding up the standards that made you an elite to begin with. Consider yourself demoted to warrior status. I hope this doesn't deter you from continuing to be a decent and loyal clanmate." It was a simple thing. There was no bad blood between the Commander and Shrewstep.
Now, a darkened gaze settled on Foggymask. "You." Hawkbite lashed his tail. "I'll be discussing with Dawnstar the outcome of today. Your character was judged throughout this fight, I hope you made sure this was how you wanted judged." There was a warning in his tone. He'd seen enough to cast judgement on how this feline would work with his team. "Ambition is one thing, but this wasn't ambition..." Hawkbite would throw that comment out there. He didn't expect any comeback from Foggymask. Of everyone in this clan, no one knew the drive ambition played more than the Commander himself. It'd gotten him where he was, but he'd also suffered more trouble that it was worth in the process. He could see ambition burn in the eyes of those who held it, but there was no ambition driving either of these cats today.
"Dismissed. Foggymask, I'll come find you soon. Both of you go find Mossfreckle or Rookfire and get those cuts checked out. I don't care if you don't want to, do it anyway."
With that, the Commander stalked off towards wherever Dawnstar had found herself.
whilst dawnstar had stalked off a few moment ago, rookfire was still watching mostly attentively. shrewstep was losing miserably but despite the fight being horribly drawn out and that disappointment (even though his expectations had been very low), the thing that made him subconciously scoff wasnt the former enforcers doing. rookfire had never liked foggymask, something about his whole being was just, to put it simply, off putting, and in a way, he felt like he had once again been a phenomenal judge of character as he watched the warrior do oh so much more than necesarry. this wasnt him being a good sport or simply showing off, this felt stained,, a action meant to embarass and mock.
dont get me wrong, rook was in no way innocence incarnate, quite the opposite, but this wasnt some riverclan apprentice rook wouldnt feel guilty about tearing up and putting to shame even in death, this was a clanmate and no matter what foggymask thought he was doing, it was not working. despite mistlewhisker between himself and hawkbite, the newly named medic was almost sure he could feel the air get more tense, and his suspicion was confirmed shortly as the commander called off the fight.
shadowclan cats being capable was a wonderful thing and he was briefly grateful for hawkbites rational behaviour before his own name fell. ah yes healing, right right. without another glance to foggymask, rookfire set off to trot towards the medicine den to let his thoughts wander as he waited to get his first official healing opportunity. back to the outcome of the fight, from what he had gathered, shrewstep was officially off the team and foggymask was highly unlikely to be a fully valued shadowclan cat for much longer..which was pretty much the best outcome to this in rooks opinion..
Re: Enforcer Challenge [spectators welcome]
Re: Enforcer Challenge [spectators welcome]
