Blinding Light [P]

[GreenTheGreat]

✦Wish✦
They/She | 13 Moons | Loner
A Silver Torbie with green eyes and petals tucked into their fur.
[ @Estelle @Daragca ]
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Wish looked up at the rearing cat, a glint of fear in her eyes. But they were too determined. Too stubborn to just leave. The glint of bloodlust in the cat's eyes spooked her just a bit. How odd, how determined to kill his own kind...
Wish moved, with the grasp of the large tom grabbing her by the side instead of the tail. Wish swung around, jaws open and ready to bite down from any angle she could get.
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[Daragca]

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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 44 moons
Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2
The Dancing Bird

Owlthroat let out a frustrated hiss, he’d missed his initial target for the torbies tail. In his frustration his guard slipped, still moving he missed it taking a chunk from inside. But felt the sting as a nip of teeth pierced into his front shoulder. Red hot blood beginning to trickle through the inky black splotch of pigment.

A yowl escaped his lips involuntarily, not through pain. But a deranged battle cry of sorts, wailing bloody murder at this cat. Things becoming swiftly personal. In a blur another one of his paws darted forward, thick jagged talons swinging down at the torbie’s face. He wouldn’t mind playing dirty, he never did. Taking an eye or two to win would be his pleasure.

[ @GreenTheGreat ]

[GreenTheGreat]

✦Wish✦
They/She | 20 Moons | Loner
A Silver Torbie with green eyes and petals tucked into their fur.
[ @Daragca @Estelle ]
[Warning for some gorey imagery!]
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As the cat swung at her, Wish stared with horror, she didn't know what to do. Everything seemed to slow as a large set of claws swung at her. She stared, wide-eyed and, for once, visible scared.
He swung down, and wish felt him pierce into their eye. She yowled, stumbling a bit away from the cat, ears back and tail tucked in. Her vision faltered as she felt warm blood drip from her eye. The pain was unbearable. She seemed to choke a bit of a cry. They felt like they were going to throw up. Skies above let it end. Let this pain stop. They stumbled back, their failing vision fixated on the other cat. They didn't know how far they could go.. It was over. All they could think about was their rapidly approaching death.
Clearly, this battle had been won, Wish just needed a way to escape her loss.
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[Daragca]

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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 44 moons
Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2
The Dancing Bird

CW: Descriptions of blood

His blow connected, oh boy did it connect. Sickeningly piercing into the strangers eye socket, connecting with a satisfying pop. He couldn’t tell whether it was his ears that made that sound or the eyeball itself, the cat stumbled backwards. Yowling and twisting in pain. Now to finish it, Owlthroat took pace after pace forward.

He’d won this battle, he yearned to finish the job. Slit this cat’s throat and be done with it, send their blood pooling into the earth beneath his paws. Licking every last claw clean from his work. He stared the torbie down, staring at the bloody oozing mess of a face he’d left behind. Eyes glinting gleefully, he wanted so bad to finish his job. Although a dirty fighter to go so brazenly against the warrior code, for such a young cat. It seemed dishonourable, Sleepysunrise would be appearing from behind a tree any second now from all the cacophony they’d caused.

He wasn’t about to get caught in the act, killing a warrior who’d already lost and was on their knees. But he felt his paw raise upwards, threatening that final blow. Claws dripping in both hubris and destruction. But it paused, it wouldn’t take a life. Not today with eyes on him. ”You’re to leave and never return.” His voice was dangerous but tinged with a sadistic sort of pleasure. ”When your outsider friends ask, remind them they’re not welcome here.”

[ @GreenTheGreat ]

[Estelle]

Sleepysunrise
[ 14 moons | She / Her | Shc Medicine Cat | Shadow Fiend ]

She had wandered off, a fate she would likely blame on Owlthroat, saying her had wandered off instead; but Sleepysunrise had been caught up inspecting a few plants and oddly familiar fallen leaves, until she determined them to be of the oak kind. She did not know what they did, but they did something, and that is what she had come to gather today. Picking up a few, her head raised and she took note of a distinct absence of a large white and black cat, a metallic scent in the air. Blending into the shadows, the medic trailed back the way she came until her eyes fell upon the bloodshed ahead. A young cat, a bit older than herself, fighting the seasoned warrior. She remained hidden, regarding the end of the fight with mild interest; a trespasser, no doubt, they shouldn't be here. Her head tilted; it was peculiar. As an enforcer, she should offer aid. As a healer, she should be disgruntled by his getting hurt; but Sleepysunrise only found herself wondering if she could apply oak leaves to Owlthroat to see what they did.

Eventually, the petite cat slipped out of the darkness, appearing next to the large warrior whom she eyed as her warned off the outsider. Her eyes trailed the bloody path, blinking slowly.
"You could not finish it."
She muttered, a quiet observation, or perhaps a question. She wasn't sure. Her gaze drifted aside; her mama would have told her to finish it. The thought sent a jolt through her muscles. Owlthroat should have finished. What a waste, you would think a big buff warrior like himself could take on a kit half his age. Turning away, she started walking back. This fight was lost, and she had no interest in hanging around. He gaze drifted, seeking the mushrooms he had previously gathered.


[ @Daragca @GreenTheGreat | +3 Oak leaves ]

[Daragca]

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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 44 moons
Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2
The Dancing Bird

Sleepysunrise had slipped out of the darkness to his side, distinct words slipping from her lips. You could not finish it. His muscles tensed once again as if he’d just been plunged into the heat of another battle. A personal burning hot attack to his very core. He’d wanted to abide by the code, an honourable warrior does not need to kill to win their battles. Not because he believed that. But because he was underneath scrutiny.

To his luck, Sleepysunrise’s scrutiny flipped the other way. He should’ve taken that final blow and savoured it, would’ve gotten away with it in fact. But now he’d portrayed himself as nothing but weak willed in his strife to desperately live up to his new role of enforcer and righteousness. Younger him wouldn’t have cared who saw, younger him was less worried about being “right”. Instead, the younger him was reckless and powerful. He couldn’t shake the words, it rattled in his body like a red hot buckshot through a rabbit. Explain himself too much and he’d look desperate, explain himself too little and he remained weak. His yellow eyes glanced over the young healer. He felt pathetic, the high of his assault turned sour. Why didn’t he just kill the cat?

”Better alive.” His voice masked carefully, sweet with pride to cover anything amiss. ”There’s been too many strays at the borders, in Leafbare a message like this needs to get back to the rest of them.” A fine performance as usual. He’d deal with the mental fallout later, nothing like racking his brains over a potential mistake. He gathered up the scattered mushrooms that had been strewn during the fight.

+3 Mushrooms

Traipsing after the healer, back towards camp. He’d report into Dawnstar’s den on his way, spill the story. Gave him yet another excuse to discuss Willowpaw’s business.

[ @GreenTheGreat @Estelle ]