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Floodpaw(sight)
demoted until May 20th ✦ RiverClan Warrior | 29 moons | Mind Reader ; Killer Aptitude T3 ; empty slot
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!"
[ 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!
[ 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.
She hadn't expected today to be eventful. She had been expecting she would go through her tasks like she did every day; important in their own ways, but nothing particularly new or interesting. She hadn't expected she would be dashing towards Smallpines, mentally readying herself for a fight. Otters. Irisfrost hadn't fought them before, but she knew they were nasty beasts, vicious and aggressive. She remembered the last time they had taken residence in that river; two cats had died fighting them, hadn't they? RiverClan had managed to drive them out in the end, but not permanently. They were back, and they needed to be shown they could not keep occupying this area.
Smallpines smelled of blood. So did ThunderClan's deputy. He didn't look like he should be walking, let alone fighting otters. Why was he there? Had he been attacked by the otters? If so, why was the rest of the patrol unscathed? Irisfrost frowned but pushed the thoughts out of her mind. They weren't important, and she didn't care about the reason why Spiderthroat was going into battle with those injuries. If he died because of it, she wouldn't be sad; he was ThunderClan after all, a clan she hadn't quite managed to move past her resentment over.
Back to the task at paw. She would put her feelings for the other clan aside, at least for today. They needed to work together if they were going to get rid of those otters. Spiderthroat had told them all to pair up with a cat from the other clan, so she walked over to the first ThunderClanner her eye caught on- a leopard-spotted she-cat with scars over her left eye. "Greetings," she told her with a polite nod. "I'm Irisfrost." No need for further introductions, not in this situation.
"Ready?" Irisfrost didn't wait for a response, eyes locking on one of the otters. Her claws slid out of her sheaths, and in a heartbeat she was leaping at the creature. Her teeth sank into its shoulder as she raked her claws against its flank. It thrashed wildly, and her claws struggled to find purpose and break through its thick skin, but she was hanging on. Until she wasn't. She saw the tail coming towards her out of the corner of her eye, but didn't dodge it fast enough. The blow sent her flying backwards. Irisfrost hit the ground hard, and for a moment she laid there, winded, before staggering to her paws. Her body ached from her impact with both the tail and the ground. She spat out blood (was it just from the otter or from her as well?) before charging again. Hopefully it had been distracted while she had recovered.
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(Note: I am not sure which otter they are fighting or who else is fighting it. Please VM me if I need to change anything!)
In the blink of an eye both groups of cats paired up and divided up the otters amongst themselves. She would have to join a group of three--not that she minded having extra claws on her side. There wasn't time to think too hard about her decision, but she elected to join Salamamderpaw's group on a vague thought that a group with an apprentice may need more firepower. She wasn't sure if that was true in practice, but that didn't matter in the moment. What mattered was sinking her claws into an otter's pelt.
The first thing she saw was Salamanderpaw clinging to the beast's back with her claws and teeth, and Heroneye hoped to help subdue it. She sprang into the air and latched onto its back, closer to its tail and far enough away to give the apprentice some room.
Immediately she could see why the apprentice had felt the need to cling on with her claws and teeth; the otter was flinging itself around in a wild attempt to shake the two cats off, not to mention its sleek coat. She figured it wouldn't be long before the otter managed to send Heroneye flying, so she tried to do as much damage as she could, scratching with as many paws as she could while still keeping her grip. If nothing else, she might tire the thing out or give her partners an opening to attack eventually.
(let me know if i interpreted anything wrong and i'll make edits! things are a little crazy and i'm at school so i wouldn't be surprised if i missed something)
➳ Gray cat with blue-gray flecks and icy blue eyes.
➳ flamboyant, outspoken, humorous
"A bass dropper, a showstopper, the roof's rigged to blow
It's all collateral, doesn't matter, so go and lose control"
❧ no cws
oh looks like he was enlisted to help with the flashy-looking cream-gray she-cat, he nodded back towards her.
she took a strike, hit, and that boosted his confidence.... perhaps a little too much.
[rolled a 3]
he leaped forward towards the otter, attempting to take out an eye, and he hissed as it dodged his strike.
[rolled a 17]
the otter tried to reciprocate his attack, teeth chattering, sickening laughter almost let him get hit, his paws moved him out of the way, but his mind couldnt get past that nauseating chatter.
FOCUS
get a hit in. be helpful. [rolled a 16] whilst he was in close range, he raised one of his paws, and raked it down the otters shoulder.
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a braided tabby with fairly fluffy fur. his pelt is full of different shades of brown, he has a white underbelly, and hazel eyes. purrks ; dreamwalker | unspecified dissociative disorder , c - ptsd , autistic | asexual & demiromantic
⤷ righty-o!! mumbleflight whirled around, eyes simeltaneously locking onto the fifth otter and a random riverclan cat at the same time. ' mumbleflight! nice to meet you. ' with that, he whirled around, watching as the fifth and final otter made eye contact with him. nimble paws danced towards it, and a cheeky grin spread across his face. ' oi, mate!! i don't appreciate that you and your friends have been botherin' my clan! '
[ rolled a 17 & a 9 to dodge ] oh. crap. mumbleflight was taken off guard as the otter opened its mouth and made a loud chittering noise before making a move to duck under his stomach. he feinted, rolling away and giggling out a similar laugh. ' try a bit harder, ma- OUGH. ' the otter had turned around and bludgeoned him in the face with his stupid tail, sending him flying a couple feet. now would be a GREAT time for that fish to come help him out..
[ sorry if any of this is wrong coughs ]
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'cause I'm a hopeless wanderer ❞
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Fluffy leopard-spotted she-cat with dichroic eyes and a scar covering half her face.
She/Her | 29 Moons | + every 19th | ThunderClan Warrior | Sweet but Deadly
Purrks:
Mind Reader [INACTIVE] • Killer Aptitude T3 [INACTIVE] • Ultimate Predator [Permanently Active] • Just a Scratch [Permanently Active]
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The scent of blood was overpowering, and she couldn't be any more excited. Drawing in the sweet scent of blood, Mothflame turned to a RiverClan warrior that had approached her. Giving them a small smile and a nod, the fluffy she-cat lashed her tail.
"Mothflame." She greeted, claws scraping against the ground below. "Ready as I'll ever be."
When Irisfrost lunged at the otter, Mothflame lingered, waiting for her moment to attack. When the RiverClanner went flying from the otter's blow, Mothflame took it as an opporunity to strike, leaping forwards to harshly grab the creature's tail in her jaws. The otter fought back, squirming frantically, but not before it was violently thrown against the ground, away from the water.
"Its tail," she huffed, the coppery taste of blood filling her mouth. "Get its tail and tear it off." The tail was what seemed to be sending cats flying and unable to land powerful attacks, from what she saw.
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➳ Gray cat with blue-gray flecks and icy blue eyes.
➳ flamboyant, outspoken, humorous
"A bass dropper, a showstopper, the roof's rigged to blow
It's all collateral, doesn't matter, so go and lose control"
❧ no cws
oh looks like he was enlisted to help with the flashy-looking cream-gray she-cat, he nodded back towards her.
she took a strike, hit, and that boosted his confidence.... perhaps a little too much.
[rolled a 3]
he leaped forward towards the otter, attempting to take out an eye, and he hissed as it dodged his strike.
[rolled a 17]
the otter tried to reciprocate his attack, teeth chattering, sickening laughter almost let him get hit, his paws moved him out of the way, but his mind couldnt get past that nauseating chatter.
FOCUS
get a hit in. be helpful. [rolled a 16] whilst he was in close range, he raised one of his paws, and raked it down the otters shoulder.
Floodpaw(sight)
demoted until May 20th ✦ RiverClan Warrior | 29 moons | Mind Reader ; Killer Aptitude T3 ; empty slot
As soon as she regain some semblance of breath, the silver warrior ran towards the ThunderClan warrior's side. With the otter distracted, she wanted to take this time to drag the creature further and further away from the banks. Floodpaw, once again, sunk her teeth and claws into the slippery pelt of the creature.
[ Rolled 5 + 2 ]
And the creature did the same, claws dug in her shoulder-tearing into her fur- as Floodpaw attempted to drag the creature onto drier land by force. Though her shortness of breath and the slight pain in her chest had cut her efforts in half, she was able to send the otter back a bit, but not as well as the first time. Stars. They don't know when to quit. The otter thrashed again and wriggled itself out of her grips. This time, the silver she-cat made sure to hold on.
[ Rolled 20 ]
She managed to flip the damn thing over, gripping it tightly this time and leaving the belly of the otter open for the ThunderClan warrior to do their thing. Hopefully, they caught her cue-
Re: Smallpines
