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Flytail
48 Moons
He/Him
Purrks:Shadow Fiend
Flytail stepped forward, his posture steady and unwavering. He dipped his head to Dawnstar briefly, but when he lifted it, his blue eyes were intense, holding a quiet fire. "I’ve been waiting for this," he said, his voice calm but laced with the weight of his past. "You gave me a chance, and I’ll make it count. I didn’t crawl my way back here just to be overlooked." He met her gaze, unwavering, as if daring her to doubt him. "I’m ready. I’ll prove I’m more than the mistakes of the past. I’ll show you I belong among the Enforcers." He gave a sharp nod and stepped back, muscles coiled and prepared, waiting for the challenge to begin.
ׂ╰┈➤ Sleepysunrise ✘ Shc Medicine Cat ←
☽ She/Her, 14 Moons ✧.* Petite dark semi-long-furred feline with white tufts across her body, white freckles and piercing blue eyes ☾
Shadow Fiend * CALL ME MONSTER * Silk Spinner * Purrk
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Wha-- what the?? What do you mean, she can't fight?! Sleepysunrise must have let an absolutely indignant expression cross her face, twinged with confusion and maybe even shock. She was left wordless for several seconds, unable to comprehend that her grandmother had denied her the chance to fight, and why? Because of some stupid scar?? She could still beat their butts, even with a scar! Sleepysunrise opened her maw, wanting to protest against this declaration, but it seemed sense had hit her sister, as Birdecho spoke up and beckoned her away before she could say a thing.
An unreadable expression crossed the medic's face, screams telling her her grandmother must not trust her, must not think her capable enough to deal with a measly fight -- she wanted to snap that she hadn't lost, that that dumb creature had cheated, or something of the sort. That she could handle herself, and that her grandmother should let her fight. But with Birdecho beckoning her away, her expression turning dismayed, Sleepysunrise reluctantly nodded to her grandmother. Fine then. She would show her, she would she her she could fight (later).
Expression turning to a pout as Birdecho lead her back to the root they had originally come from, Sleepysunrise joined her sister within the heights, words and mumbles repeatedly slipping out from under her breath. Some words that could be heard included: "I can fight... I can take it. What does she think?? They're just... dumb lumps of fur...!"
Honestly! Her head visibly twitched, roughly turning away from a sudden flash in her vision and voices overlapping in her head. "Oh, shut it!"
She bit over her shoulder. Hmpf. She was pouting again, no matter how she tried to hide it, her tail lashing behind her.
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Sleepysunrise is ShadowClan's current Medicine Cat.
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• he/him • 12 moons • shadowclan/warrior • shadow fiend, killer aptitude t1, just a scratch
TigerNight stepped forward, shoulders squared and tail held high. His blue eyes burned with a sharp, unflinching fire in them.
“I don’t care if I’ve only had my name a short while. I’ve worked harder than most warriors twice my age — and I didn’t stop once I earned my title. I trained like it meant something, because it does, and finished in efficient time for all I am knowledgeable in.”
“I’ve already started to help ‘paws train, doing more work then most of the senior warriors in this clan do, holding a whole event for them. Helping ShatteredPaw, TwilightPaw, FlameKit, n’ DarkPaw” the leaders own apprentice if he wasn’t mistaken. “I don’t slump back like half of the cat’s do the second your name changes. I didn’t claw my way through training just to sit back and waste what I’ve learned.” His claws flexed against the earth.
“I would fight whoever it takes to prove I’ve earned this. Yourself or MistleWhisker.”
Quietraven
Shadowclan warrior
Purrks: Mind reader(permanently active) and Shadow fiend(inactive)
Oh, was that acceptance?- Nope. No it was not. Quietraven's ears pinned back momentarily in offense at the sudden patrol comment. I simple denial of her challenge would have been enough for her to leave it and come back another time but did Mistlewhisker really have to add insult to injury? Honestly, it was one time and she did pay retribution to it did she not?
Though the lack of evident intent to humiliate was enough to stop her from lashing out, it still left her irked. The further offer to go the extra mile not to fully enrage the young warrior...hmm. But Mistlewhisker did admit that she herself had gotten on her bad side so that did justify her motive.
And then Dawnstar joined in, making her teeth clench harder. Did Grandmother also think her incapable? At the moment she did. Well, suppose she should be grateful she was actually given some advice instead of just scolded. Quietraven believed she already held quite a lot of pride but if it didn't meet her leader's standards then fine. She'd exceed them.
"Alright." Quietraven finally said after a few seconds silence. "Thank you for your further offer Mistlewhisker and your advice grandmother. I will do my best to follow your instructions and retribute. Good day." Giving a dip of her head and a brief farewell, the dark molly padded away to let both of them deal with any other challengers. She was certain she could succeed. And now she would go back to doing whta she originally planned for the moment: Watching the fight
Dawnstar did her best to avoid rolling her eyes at Flytail. He's been waiting for this, seriously, waiting for what? He's had how long to make a challenge for the Enforcer rank, he hasn't done foxdung until prompted. She couldn't tell if he was trying to sound edgy or what, but she was tempted to change her mind and tell him no, just to burst his egotistical bubble. She was even more tempted to automatically promote Mosstangle for not irritating her.
He was lucky Sleepysunrise's adorable pouting distracted Dawnstar from her growing annoyance and disdain for Flytail's pompous personality. Sleepysunrise didn't seem ticked off with Dawnstar for being denied the chance to fight as she stomped off after Birdecho. The older cat assumed that she was more upset with the reason. The clan leader wasn't too worried about it if it was the latter.
Wildstorm's chatter and glance earned the leader's attention momentarily as she took it upon herself to shoot down Stemstone's proposal without allowing him to finish speaking.
"A good warrior serves their clan no matter what, a great one excels and goes beyond that. My Enforcers are more than just fancy titles, they stand as pillars and aspirations for the whole of ShadowClan. They enforce my rules and aid me in keeping order among the clan. I could only imagine how chaotic things would be without them. An insult to them is an insult to me, so I'd mind your words from now on, Wildstorm." She warns with a low growl.
"But she has a point Stemstone, and you too, Tigernight. Neither of you has done much of anything at the moment for me to consider taking your challenges seriously." She denies the two and sits back down.
"Hawkbite, we've waited long enough. You can start Hazycry and Newtbelly's fight, I'll take on Mosstangle and Flytail after the victor is decided for their match. We'll have to wait and see on Rookfire."
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Honestly, he was disappointed in the cats who decided to step forward for the challenge. Most of them were young and new, and their ambition would be noticed -- at least by him -- but they should've known better. Maybe hearing the advice from Dawnstar herself will make them step it up around the clan. The other acceptances were Mosstangle and Flytail, which he didn't have many thoughts on either. If Dawnstar saw them worthy enough, so be it.
A jab in the leg made Hawkbite look down to see Bunnykit demanding a challenge. A twitch of his whiskers and a couple baps on the top of the kit's head and Hawkbite would scoot Bunnykit to sit between his legs, instead. "You're too young for fighting, ask again when you're an apprentice, now sit and watch the fight," he'd speak curtly to the kitten before Dawnstar released him to start the spar.
He'd clear his throat for the clan to hear once more.
Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 48 moons Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2 The Dancing Bird
Owlthroat found a spot within the rumbling crowd to sit and watch. There were a few more cries for challenges and they were eventually shot down by Dawnstar. His head tipped curiously at Dawnstar’s new enforcer rule and her threat to Rookfire. It would be disappointing to see him loose the rank as quick as he earned it. But he did wonder if his ambition had gotten the better of him and he felt thankful he hadn’t pushed himself to a similar conclusion.
Flytail’s challenge was accepted too, that would be entertaining to watch. Owlthroat’s yellow eye’s caught glimpse of Talonpaw within the crowd, he rose and quickly made his way over. Curling his tail around his daughter’s back. ”Your mentor was my apprentice back in the day kid, don’t think for a second he’ll loose.” He smirked and flashed his crooked teeth. Talk about family ties and all that, she’d be watching her uncle fight next.
Stemstone stepped forward. His ears tilted back as he gave his former apprentice a guilty look. It wasn't as though going from apprentice to enforcer was impossible, he'd seen it done, just look at Sleepysunrise. But... Sleepysunrise had an almost concerning level of dedication to the clan, it bested even his own. Stemstone had every ounce of Newtbelly's approval, but he figured he didn't have Dawnstar's. Not yet, anyway. He figured it'd be best not to say anything. If Dawnstar accepted his challenge, there'd be no problems. But, if she didn't, Newtbelly's words would only harden the blow. They could talk about it later.
Tigernight, too?! These new warriors were bold. Bolder than he'd ever been, perhaps. His plan had always been to show his stuff once battles came around, and eventually build his way to the rank he so desperately wanted. The rank he thought would automatically allow him the respect of the clan. It'd left him almost bloodthirsty, desperate for a chance to show off. Flashy as possible. But, Owlthroat had essentially told him to slow down, and, shockingly, it had worked. Promotion had come far earlier than he'd imagined, without the need for anything special, bar a life-threatening interaction with a fox. It had changed his mindset, to a degree, though he still thirsted for an opportunity to sink his teeth into someone. Luckily enough, that someone was staring him right in the face.
Dawnstar shot them both down. It wasn't shocking at all, though he would have loved to see Stemstone demonstrate his skills. He was a smart kid, with a lot going for him - he'd proven as much in his warrior assessment. Tigernight, too, though his own former apprentice would always have his bias.
So, the fights would be consecutive. Good. The whole clan could watch this go down. They could see what happens when some kitten thinks they're a match for him. His heart beat faster as he stared at Hazycry, still towering over him. Just looking at her made that cloud of fury return to his mind. Any softness he felt had once again left. There wasn't much distance between the two of them. He'd have to act quickly, otherwise she could use her height to pin him in mere seconds. Additionally, he'd learned from his spar with Flytail, not to hesitate, not to play it safe. A lot of this clan's residents were just as calculating as himself. Give them too much time to think, and they'll figure you out. He couldn't let that happen. Not with Hazycry. Newtbelly had no idea what to expect from her. He couldn't even figure out what her build was under all that fur. Though being both tall and bulky was rarer. That height tended to be leaner [agatha kitty]. He'd have to hope she didn't have the strength of a cat like Owlthroat or Dawnstar: if a brute like that caught him, he'd be stamped down in seconds. Perhaps she relied on stealth and strategy, like him. Or was she remarkably fast? Her physique gave nothing away, but if he faffed around trying to figure her out, this would go the same way as his spar with Flytail.
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Hah! In seconds, he rose on his back paws, going straight for the face and neck with a hiss that he couldn't suppress. Big moves first. No time to think. 'Fight dirty and give her hell.' If his claws landed on her throat, he'd grab the scruff and yank. Maybe he could bring her towering body straight to the ground. But, he wouldn't dig his claws into that throat. Anger might be boiling his veins beyond belief, but he knew the throat risked death, and he wasn't stupid enough to cause that today. If he caught her face, though, he'd slash. Give the kit a permeant reminder not to mess with him. Prove to the clan, to himself, that he was not to be messed with. He was strong. He wouldn't falter and give up, like others in his life had. He could endure. And he'd never get tired.
Stemstone stepped forward. His ears tilted back as he gave his former apprentice a guilty look. It wasn't as though going from apprentice to enforcer was impossible, he'd seen it done, just look at Sleepysunrise. But... Sleepysunrise had an almost concerning level of dedication to the clan, it bested even his own. Stemstone had every ounce of Newtbelly's approval, but he figured he didn't have Dawnstar's. Not yet, anyway. He figured it'd be best not to say anything. If Dawnstar accepted his challenge, there'd be no problems. But, if she didn't, Newtbelly's words would only harden the blow. They could talk about it later.
Tigernight, too?! These new warriors were bold. Bolder than he'd ever been, perhaps. His plan had always been to show his stuff once battles came around, and eventually build his way to the rank he so desperately wanted. The rank he thought would automatically allow him the respect of the clan. It'd left him almost bloodthirsty, desperate for a chance to show off. Flashy as possible. But, Owlthroat had essentially told him to slow down, and, shockingly, it had worked. Promotion had come far earlier than he'd imagined, without the need for anything special, bar a life-threatening interaction with a fox. It had changed his mindset, to a degree, though he still thirsted for an opportunity to sink his teeth into someone. Luckily enough, that someone was staring him right in the face.
Dawnstar shot them both down. It wasn't shocking at all, though he would have loved to see Stemstone demonstrate his skills. He was a smart kid, with a lot going for him - he'd proven as much in his warrior assessment. Tigernight, too, though his own former apprentice would always have his bias.
So, the fights would be consecutive. Good. The whole clan could watch this go down. They could see what happens when some kitten thinks they're a match for him. His heart beat faster as he stared at Hazycry, still towering over him. Just looking at her made that cloud of fury return to his mind. Any softness he felt had once again left. There wasn't much distance between the two of them. He'd have to act quickly, otherwise she could use her height to pin him in mere seconds. Additionally, he'd learned from his spar with Flytail, not to hesitate, not to play it safe. A lot of this clan's residents were just as calculating as himself. Give them too much time to think, and they'll figure you out. He couldn't let that happen. Not with Hazycry. Newtbelly had no idea what to expect from her. He couldn't even figure out what her build was under all that fur. Though being both tall and bulky was rarer. That height tended to be leaner [agatha kitty]. He'd have to hope she didn't have the strength of a cat like Owlthroat or Dawnstar: if a brute like that caught him, he'd be stamped down in seconds. Perhaps she relied on stealth and strategy, like him. Or was she remarkably fast? Her physique gave nothing away, but if he faffed around trying to figure her out, this would go the same way as his spar with Flytail.
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Hah! In seconds, he rose on his back paws, going straight for the face and neck with a hiss that he couldn't suppress. Big moves first. No time to think. 'Fight dirty and give her hell.' If his claws landed on her throat, he'd grab the scruff and yank. Maybe he could bring her towering body straight to the ground. But, he wouldn't dig his claws into that throat. Anger might be boiling his veins beyond belief, but he knew the throat risked death, and he wasn't stupid enough to cause that today. If he caught her face, though, he'd slash. Give the kit a permeant reminder not to mess with him. Prove to the clan, to himself, that he was not to be messed with. He was strong. He wouldn't falter and give up, like others in his life had. He could endure. And he'd never get tired.
➳ 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
a whole bunch of cats coming up to challenge, blah blah blah. yeah, it didnt matter at this point. all of them were likely to be shot down, if she was being honest. why were the freshest warriors coming to ask for a challenge? they were shot down extremely quickly as well.
finally came the call to begin.
she stepped backwards, lowering herself into a defensive stance so she could read newtbelly a little. defense and then offence. newtbelly's claws closed distance as he reared up and they struck the side of her face, he was blind with fury. that was good and bad for her. he would be unpredictable. but at least she knew he was going to be unpredictable.
she hissed, she would aim to strike his face with her right paw, pulling said paw away at the last moment before using her left paw to try to strike. she would be unbalanced for a moment, but if it worked, it would be worth it. to combat that, she lowered herself to the ground more after her strike.
blood dripped down the right side of her face slowly, it wasnt too deep, not exactly as bad as her larger scar either. whilst low to the ground, she slid to try and grasp one of the enforcers front paws in her maw, one less thing attacking her if she got a hold of it.
she locked her gaze in front of her to avoid suspicions, the clan still thought she was blind, and she'd hold onto that belief for the rest of her life.
MY CATS THOUGHTS AND ACTIONS DO NOT REPRESENT MY OWN
a whole bunch of cats coming up to challenge, blah blah blah. yeah, it didnt matter at this point. all of them were likely to be shot down, if she was being honest. why were the freshest warriors coming to ask for a challenge? they were shot down extremely quickly as well.
finally came the call to begin.
she stepped backwards, lowering herself into a defensive stance so she could read newtbelly a little. defense and then offence. newtbelly's claws closed distance as he reared up and they struck the side of her face, he was blind with fury. that was good and bad for her. he would be unpredictable. but at least she knew he was going to be unpredictable.
she hissed, she would aim to strike his face with her right paw, pulling said paw away at the last moment before using her left paw to try to strike. she would be unbalanced for a moment, but if it worked, it would be worth it. to combat that, she lowered herself to the ground more after her strike.
blood dripped down the right side of her face slowly, it wasnt too deep, not exactly as bad as her larger scar either. whilst low to the ground, she slid to try and grasp one of the enforcers front paws in her maw, one less thing attacking her if she got a hold of it.
she locked her gaze in front of her to avoid suspicions, the clan still thought she was blind, and she'd hold onto that belief for the rest of her life.
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Hahah! A grin spread across his face as his claws split hers. Almost immediately, spots of blood were forming on Hazycry's face. He'd hit hard. Now that was satisfying. It wasn't anywhere near as good as bringing her straight to the floor, but it was a wonderful start. She went to counter, aiming at his own face? Was she that predictable? He swerved to his right, dodging it with ease - or so he thought. Within an instant, he felt the sharp burning pain of claws in his skin - No... It couldn't be! He winced in pain and disbelief, but before he could even begin to process what had just happened, jaws were headed right for his leg.
He skirted out of the way, making it by less than a mouse length, and darted to her side. She'd faked him out already, hadn't she? Claws had dug into his face with ease, the blow made even stronger by his very own dodge. Blood reached his mouth quickly. It was bleeding, fast. And it stung like hell. He was left cursing himself - such an easy mistake, such an obvious move. He feared he'd underestimated her already, but he wouldn't continue to do so.
With Hazycry crouched low, he'd take a chance. It was the kind of move they teach apprentices, a survival tactic to allow them to hold their own against warriors, but Newtbelly would be using it his own way. He'd try to leap onto her back, in hopes of landing with his whole weight, and digging his claws as deep as possible. If he managed it, he might be able to hold her down. He may be smaller and lighter than your average cat, but Hazycry would have to be particularly strong to carry the weight of a full-grown cat. And, he liked to think anyone that strong would have pinned him in seconds. Otherwise, if Hazycry were to dodge, or if he were shaken off before he could grasp on, he'd try to rake his claws down her side as he fell.
Hahah! A grin spread across his face as his claws split hers. Almost immediately, spots of blood were forming on Hazycry's face. He'd hit hard. Now that was satisfying. It wasn't anywhere near as good as bringing her straight to the floor, but it was a wonderful start. She went to counter, aiming at his own face? Was she that predictable? He swerved to his right, dodging it with ease - or so he thought. Within an instant, he felt the sharp burning pain of claws in his skin - No... It couldn't be! He winced in pain and disbelief, but before he could even begin to process what had just happened, jaws were headed right for his leg.
He skirted out of the way, making it by less than a mouse length, and darted to her side. She'd faked him out already, hadn't she? Claws had dug into his face with ease, the blow made even stronger by his very own dodge. Blood reached his mouth quickly. It was bleeding, fast. And it stung like hell. He was left cursing himself - such an easy mistake, such an obvious move. He feared he'd underestimated her already, but he wouldn't continue to do so.
With Hazycry crouched low, he'd take a chance. It was the kind of move they teach apprentices, a survival tactic to allow them to hold their own against warriors, but Newtbelly would be using it his own way. He'd try to leap onto her back, in hopes of landing with his whole weight, and digging his claws as deep as possible. If he managed it, he might be able to hold her down. He may be smaller and lighter than your average cat, but Hazycry would have to be particularly strong to carry the weight of a full-grown cat. And, he liked to think anyone that strong would have pinned him in seconds. Otherwise, if Hazycry were to dodge, or if he were shaken off before he could grasp on, he'd try to rake his claws down her side as he fell.
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