She'd nodded at the instructions. It was certainly odd to be fighting alongside ThunderClan, but if they were willing to help- then so be it. Her stormy eyes passed over to the ThunderClan cats and decided to pick a random one since she knew nothing about them. Floodpaw's eyes fell on the gray cat and gave them a small nod, before tilting her head towards the riverbank.
"Floodsight-Floodpaw." She'd introduced herself quickly, slightly awkwardly as she balance the fact that she'd been demoted for the time being. Despite it all, Owlstar had still trusted her enough to let her break even with the otters. This time, the silver warrior was not just going to break even, she was going to break them so. Without a seconds notice, she'd charged towards the bank. Two battles fought, and each time the strategy was the same, drag them out of the damn water.
"Cover me!"
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Rolled 10 + 2 ]
Her jaws and claws gripped onto the incoming otter, dragging it sharply onto land in one quick motion. The creature thrashed violently, sending a jolting pain against her jaws before launching herself backwards. Pain, she could taste a hint of blood in her mouth- whatever. As long as it was on land, they stood a better chance. No telling what would happen if the ThunderClanner took a swim. Better not think about it because that that one won't make it out. RiverClan
or not, Floodpaw wasn't going to let these creature claim another's life. The silver warrior slid herself between the otter and the river- there's no way she's letting this chance go.
It only took a flash for the creature to slither towards her, making their attempts to return to the water. The otter, instead, aimed its jaws towards her- her throat. The sudden change in direction, made Floodpaw freeze up for a moment. It was the coyote all over again.
Again. Jaws. Claws. Snap out of it!
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Rolled 20 ]
The silver she-cat dodged sharply to the left and her breath shortened as her claws made contact with the otter's muzzle, digging her claws in deep. Holding on as if it was the last thing she'll ever do.
Thin claws tore across its face-its eyes- as the maniacal laughter of the otters turned into screams, and that's when the chaotic trashing threw Floodpaw off, knocking the air out of her.
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