Enforcers v Everyone?!?

[Nahbois]

Smokefern

|| She/her || 35 Moons ||

Smokefern had been watching the fight in silence. Though she tried to keep her expression as neutral as possible, there was no denying the slight narrowing of her eyes, the occasional flick of her tail tip as a particularly brutal attack landed. It was to be expected that these things would be a bloodbath, especially when you throw in an additional cat and Dawnstar. Maybe because she knew Mosstangle, or maybe because it was two battles in a row, but it felt like there was so much blood on the ground.


Still, she had to admit the fighting was spirited. Smokefern kept watching, because what else was she going to do? Leave and sit in the warrior's den. The fight shouldn't be going for much longer anyways. And one couldn't help but be interested in what Dawnstar thought of the fight. She let out a quiet 'hmm', as she curled her tail around her paws.

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[Tallstar]

Event [#event]

Flytail
48 Moons
He/Him
Purrks: Shadow fiend (Active) • Don’t mind if I do (Active) • Tis but a scratch

Flytail stood panting, the blood from his cheek painting his jaw in dark crimson streaks. He should’ve stopped. Mosstangle was down. Dawnstar had made her command. The fight was over for most. But not for him. Not yet. His eyes locked onto Dawnstar—towering, bloodied, but unmoved. Unbothered. Still steady as stone. That unshakable presence was exactly what set him off. He had landed blows, and she had taken them like they were nothing. No stagger. No stumble. No falter. Fine. If she wanted unyielding, she could have relentless. With a snarl, Flytail shot forward again—faster than before. His paws struck the dirt with purpose, claws unsheathed, and then he leapt—high and from behind her.not aiming for her legs. He wasn’t going to sweep her off balance. He was going up.

With a feral yowl, he launched himself toward Dawnstar’s shoulders, twisting mid-air with the precision of a seasoned warrior. If he landed hard on her back, his claws would sink in deep, hooking into muscle and holding tight. She was a mountain? Then he’d be the storm tearing into it. Flytail dug his claws in farther, anchoring himself to her spine, jaws snapping dangerously close to the base of her neck—not to kill, but to push, to prove he could make her feel this. “Let’s see you shrug this off,” he growled through gritted teeth.He wasn’t letting go. Not yet. Around them, everything had stopped. But Flytail hadn’t. His pulse was fire. His mind was clear. The fight burned inside him like it had only just begun. But this was all fired from seeing his clanmate hurt

@Undertaker @SuspiciousMindz @namen_roodles

[namen_roodles]

Event [#event]

MOSSTANGLE
Shadowclan Warrior | 20 moons | Large, dark brown-and-white tabby she-cat with green eyes
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Mosstangle felt Dawnstar’s back legs crumble under her weight, a rush of satisfaction running through her at her well timed pounce. It wasn’t over yet, though. She raked her claws, causing more damage despite the apparent lack of effect anything seemed to have on the shadowclan leader. Her fangs snapped closed once again, no chance of catching that scruff as she avoided getting her muzzle pressed in by a head butt.

However, without the extra hold combined with her own slowed reactions, Dawnstar’s teeth sank in once again to grab the injured paw barely holding on. Mosstangle refused to completely give in, dragging her claws across shoulders as she was unceremoniously flung off of Dawnstar’s back. For a moment, she thought her shoulder would pop, but the overextension was still painful, landing on it only adding to the hiss of pain and fury exiting her maw.

Massive paws came down, the dark tabby bringing paws up to dampen some blows, but it didn’t stop the stars from flashing across her vision once again. She tasted blood and dirt and her ears throbbed along to her rapid heartbeat. Mosstangle’s eyes had to rapidly blink away the stars that had left her momentarily dazed as Dawnstar leaped away. She rolled and stumbled back up, swaying a bit and gingerly lifting her injured leg. It didn’t want to support any more weight. Still, claws dug in as the adrenaline kept pumping. She was about to leap back into the fray when four words were spoken.

For a moment, Mosstangle was furious. She was going to keep fighting Flytail while she sat on the sidelines? Her dazed, adrenaline fueled battle stance froze briefly as she silently argued against the instinct to keep going. She stepped back slowly, watching things continue without her. She wasn’t sure how well or poorly she was to be judged for her part of the fight. No one could argue that she had put everything into keeping Dawnstar off of Flytail so he could do his part, though. In a fight with higher risk, she wondered if Flytail had done enough to actually keep her alive. Then again, most cats were not the absolute force of nature that Dawnstar was. This fight would’ve probably already seen them as the victors if up against most others.

Mosstangle sat heavily on the edge of the space used for the spars, panting and watching. Her heart was still racing, and every injury she had received quickly began to throb painfully. Cuts stung. Bruises ached. Her tail flicked behind her. She didn’t want to admit it, but it was best that Dawnstar called it for her then. She probably narrowly skated permanent injury, depending on how her paw and shoulder healed up. She cursed her own fortitude as claws from her good paw sank into the dirt. She wanted to be at that level, where nothing could make her really budge.

The white-and-brown tabby watched Flytail leap forwards once again. Where was that speed and fury earlier? She couldn't hide the flash of irritation in her eyes. It was the harshest emotion she could feel in her exhaustion. She had given it her all while he was saving energy... There could be many reasons for it, but she didn't feel the need to dig far into it now. It was now only a matter of time before she would hear the opinions of the leadership and enforcers of Shadowclan.

@Undertaker - Dawnstar | @Tallstar - Flytail | @SuspiciousMindz - Hawkbite

[Mr_Possessive]

⋆⁺‧₊☽The Glowing Shadow☾₊‧⁺⋆
☆-Blackjaw-☆
[He/Him]
{23 Moons}
~Straight~
"They told me all of my cages were mental"
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

She was done. Blackjaw watched as Dawnstar threw her off, and growled lowly. The look on Mosstangle's face was all he needed to see. It pained him, to see her like that. The tom watched as she walked herself to the sidelines, beaten and bruised. Her paw was disfigured, and she was very clearly hurt all over. The tom slowly approached her on the sidelines, not speaking a word as he slunk next to her. He sat, roughly a mouse length away. He didn't want to move any closer until she did, especially with the condition she was in.

@namen_roodles

[Daragca]

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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 50 moons
Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2
The Dancing Bird

Bunnykit seemed to be enjoying the show just as much as Owlthroat was, it wasn’t long until Mosstangle’s fight had concluded. But Flytail threw himself forward once more. He didn’t see that as a failure in his eyes, in fact, Owlthroat believed she’d fought valiantly. With a proud display of force. He leaned down once more to answer the youngster’s question, ”Yes, we’re brothers Bunnykit. Your uncle, I suppose now.” The large tom’s voice as cool and decisive as ever, he knew Flytail wouldn’t put up too much of a protest with it. Or at least he hoped he wouldn’t.

But it was drawing to a close, the Enforcer mulled over his opinions. He found no reason to squabble between the two, but forced to pick his blood ran strong. It would always boil down to his brother being his choice, but he wouldn’t turn his lips down if Mosstangle was chosen instead. That is, if either were chosen to hold a rank amongst the Shadowclan elites.

[ @crow. ]

[Undertaker]

Event [#event]

@namen_roodles - Mosstangle | @Tallstar - Flytail | @Daragca - Owlthroat | @SuspiciousMindz - Hawkbite | @squidz - Briarsplash | @alec - Rookfire | @sleepyyjax - Newtbelly

Once Dawnstar saw Mosstangle off the battlefield, she gave Flytail her full attention. She wasn't sure what she had done to set him off, but suddenly he was moving faster and had more fire in his eyes. Really? She scoffed in disbelief, lowering herself as he springs towards her, and leaps to the right, out of the way of his attack, leaving him with nothing to attack. Usually, the tank does like a tank and takes hits, but she avoids him out of pure pettiness.

"We're done," Dawnstar announces that he could try to attack her again. The leader takes a moment to take stock of her injuries. She was not tired, but she was sore, very sore. She was clawed up, her shoulder had a deep nick in it, from both Flytail and Mosstangle's claws, and she wasn't sure when the underside of her shoulder had started bleeding, but could see a splash of try blood woven into the fur and felt a stinging pain when she move her foreleg. Her chest was a mess of scratches, but none of them seemed particularly deep, and she couldn't tell if her ears were bleeding or not, but moving them up and down made her want to wince.

The side of her muzzle and cheek had stopped bleeding a bit ago, but she still felt pangs of discomfort from the deep claw marks slashed through it. She could still feel scratches on her flanks and hindquarters, and the tear on her side was still bleeding, but not profusely. Her tail throbbed from that bite, but all in all, she felt fine. Her trip to the medicine den could be put off for a little, she knew she'd feel worse once the adrenaline completely left her system. She wanted a nap before that.

"Enforcers, I want to hear your thoughts." She called to all five cats. She'd hear from them before sharing her thoughts. "The spectators can add their thoughts, but that's optional. Make it quick, I want to get them to the medicine den." Dawnstar said them, but her eyes lingered on Mosstangle. She expected everyone to share her thoughts, but she'd know once she heard everyone.

While waiting, she padded toward Mosstangle, traces of concern in her amber eyes. "How is your leg?" She doesn't think she heard anything pop, and she imagines Mosstangle would be in more excruciating pain if a muscle had torn. She didn't seem to be bleeding anywhere profusely, she was expecting the molly to recover with some rest. Though she'd feel trouble if the she-cat was stuck limping for the rest of her life. She glanced at Blackjaw as he positioned himself next to Mosstangle. ShadowClan could do with more kits, the nursery was near empty.

[Daragca]

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Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Enforcer | 50 moons
Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2
The Dancing Bird

And like that the fight had concluded. It was a nice show, but Owlthroat remained heavily under the impression that Dawnstar had only demonstrated a glimpse of her fighting prowess today. He couldn’t help but yearn to see more, he’d have to query her for a spar at some point or another. If it fits in his schedule.

He mulled over his words for a moment before speaking, making his deliberations. ”Both fought well, with spirit. Flytail with speed and stealth, Mosstangle with force. Both would not go amiss as elites, but to pick. My vote lies with Flytail.” His rough voice grumbled. Of course his final decision was with his brother. If he was to be completely honest with himself, he saw Mosstangle as the better fighter. A somewhat harder-hitting style not too distant from his own. But blood ran thicker than water of course. His backing would be for Flytail and Flytail alone. The loyalty that had bonded the two together through the moons was what counted in his eyes. Owlthroat know he would always trust him to have his back when needed.

”Good fight.” Owlthroat barked his last words towards both of the competitors, offering a firm nod of approval.

[ @/Undertaker ]

[zeroisnthere]

Sweetfawn wrapped her tail around her paws, listening quietly to the enforcers.

[alec]

ROOKFIRE
[ he/him | shadowclan enforcer | purrks ]
⤷ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ late 20s | large & lean ˗ ★
~ the “devil” ~

✧˖ °. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁‧₊˚ ☾. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁˖°✧

rookfires jaws pressed together with enough force it hurt, almost to the point of having him fear for another broken tooth. that was, if he weren’t absolutely trapped in both tunnel vision and spiralling thoughts, increasing in volume with every heartbeat. stupid stupid stupid-
not his fault. he couldnt predict seemingly every cat deciding to try their shot. how was he supposed to know. why was he treated like prime enemy nr1, what had he ever done?

it wasn’t the first time rookfire had lingered on his treatment. hawkbites cold demeaner didn’t matter, he had tried all he could to make the older trust him, some cats just couldn’t accept those that didn’t share their blood. but he felt like he had gotten through to mistlewhisker and dawnstar, at least in small ways. dawnstar had let him heal her without much fuss, promoted him to enforcer after not even three moons in shadowclan. how was he wrong with every step, every breath, now? it couldn’t be the demotion. he hadn’t done anything to be demoted. if anyone, they should be mad at starclan

”I wont. I apologise for overstepping but I’d like to clarify that im not doing any of this for fame” the enforcer replied, voice steady yet no longer raised to be heard as clearly over the crowd, angular head tipped in respect. every word rang true, even if he didn’t know why he was wrong in general, he could accept his misstep. the best you can do is take it in stride, hiding wont get you anywhere. he’d come back for hawkbites rank. soon. not simply because he was ashamed and wanted redemption or anything, but because he knew he could do better.

even as dawnstars attention shifted, rookfire didn’t deflate, remaining straightened up, single ear pulled back seriously. flytail and mosstagle versus dawnstar would be quite the sight.. silver eyes watched with interest as flytail murmured something inaudible to him to mosstangle and before anyone had the opportunity to think about what he might’ve said, he launched himself at dawnstar.

this would be very interesting indeed. dawnstar wasn’t playing around, that must was clear the second the fight started.

both warriors had taken some good hits but still nothing to scoff at. ”both put on a decent show but mosstangle has shown her dedication both on and off the baffle field. she’s been engaged in a decent bunch of apprentice training as well as working on self-improvement as far as ive seen” rookfire remarked. mosstangle may have an uncanny resemblance to someone he’d prefer to forget and they hadn’t started off on the best paw but she still showed up and worked hard. he may hold grudges but he wasn’t stupid.

[squidz]

~ BRIARSPLASH ~
stocky, large, & fluffy dilute gray tortie she-cat with goldish-green eyes; just a scratch | killer aptitude t2
[ shadowclan enforcer | she-cat | 34 moons | abrasive, standoffish, loyal ]

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Both did fine... just fine. It was another fun fight to watch. Not as vicious and undermining as Hazycry and Newtbelly, but still enough to where Briarsplash's tail would lash and her eyes would gleam in secondpaw enjoyment as she watched the warriors dance around Dawnstar. It wasn't everyday you got such spectacles altogether, and it only made her paw pads itch more, as if wanting to join herself. Another day. If that Rookadder opened her maw again, Briar might make it sooner rather than later.

Once it was over, the scarred leader had cast her expectations on the Enforcers to answer. Briarsplash rolled out her shoulders, letting a few others speak first as she compiled her thoughts. Then her raspy tones rose to join, eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

"Like what's been said, both did well. You couldn't really go wrong — they've got potential." But, she had a slight bias that'd formed towards one in particular, and that was due to the she-cat's fighting style and what Rookfire had pointed out — the contribution to apprentice training. Something that Briarsplash was also passionate about, sort of on accident. "But Rookfire's right about Mosstangle's work. Plus, I like her style, 'n think she's a great fighter from what I've seen. My vote goes with her." But she certainly wouldn't be mad about Flytail being chosen instead; he'd shown a lit of grit and drive just then, too.

Besides, it'd be nice to have another she-cat on the team. That wasn't her deciding factor, just a bonus. Heh.

[ @/Undertaker - Dawnstar ]