Dimshard lets out a growl of anger and he whirls around, his claws aimed for the young cat's flank. Her claws dug into his neck - not too deep, though, thankfully. The RiverClan warrior stares at her, his eyes filling with a deadly flame. The dark colored tom's claws are aimed towards the other cat.
(Houndpaw could wound Dim in the side, if you want. He want him to have scars. )
Dimshard lets out a growl of anger and he whirls around, his claws aimed for the young cat's flank. Her claws dug into his neck - not too deep, though, thankfully. The RiverClan warrior stares at her, his eyes filling with a deadly flame. The dark colored tom's claws are aimed towards the other cat.
(Houndpaw could wound Dim in the side, if you want. He want him to have scars. )
(okie okie!!)
Yeah. Whoops. Maybe she should have thought this through. Claws sliced into her face, and she felt pain erupt across her muzzle. Shooting forward, she tried to slice her claws down Dimshard's side in a deep gash. Then she whirled around and darted forward, attempting to grab onto Asterhawk's leg and twist it as hard as she could.
(okie okie!!)
Yeah. Whoops. Maybe she should have thought this through. Claws sliced into her face, and she felt pain erupt across her muzzle. Shooting forward, she tried to slice her claws down Dimshard's side in a deep gash. Then she whirled around and darted forward, attempting to grab onto Asterhawk's leg and twist it as hard as she could.
Asterhawk dashed away, dodging the apprentices attempt to twist his leg,
@poppy.
Dimshard backs away for a moment, looking at his injury. Also not too deep, but needs to be checked out at some point, but not right now. The rage of battle still coursing through his veins - but not fading - the small warrior jumps at Houndpaw, attempting to dig his claws into her fur, and to latch on. If he succeeds, he could get a blow to her underbelly - or even better, her throat.
~SilentPaw~
The fluffy she-cat padded into the small meadow her green eyes wide at the raging battle as she absolutely despised fighting. Shaking her head she forced herself to focus on the task at hand and scanned the surrounding area her gaze carefully raking over the cats still in battle taking note of those who'd most likely need treatment once she could get to them. Heart pounding she made her way through the writhing bodies of fighting cats searching for any injured cats who may need her help.
Asterhawk dashed away, dodging the apprentices attempt to twist his leg,
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Originally Posted by Kateri
@poppy.
Dimshard backs away for a moment, looking at his injury. Also not too deep, but needs to be checked out at some point, but not right now. The rage of battle still coursing through his veins - but not fading - the small warrior jumps at Houndpaw, attempting to dig his claws into her fur, and to latch on. If he succeeds, he could get a blow to her underbelly - or even better, her throat.
@Slushie - for mention of Bumble
Good for her, one fishface ran away. But the tomcat to her left jumped at her, and dug his claws into her back. His heavier build sending her falling to the ground, she let out a muffled snarl, feeling claws sink into her throat. She kicked out her legs frantically, trying to pull herself free. "Get off!!" She shrieked, feeling her breath grow labored as she panicked. She wanted Bumblepaw. She wanted her big brother.
@poppy.
Curses, Asterhawk, you coward! Dimshard aims a claw strike at the young cats throat - praying to StarClan that his strike will make contact. They are about the same size, which is awkward, but he is heavier. Not getting off of the ThunderClan scum apprentice, he narrows his multicolored eyes as he puts as much force as possible behind his attack.
[rolled a 4! see last post for rolling rules]
The warrior's swipe connected with the claws Cinderpaw had sunken into her side, forcing the apprentice to let go. Her eyes widened a bit in shock, but narrowed her eyes as she retreated back a few pawsteps, trying hard not to favor her newly-wounded forelegs - blood trailed across the ground from where a claw had been ripped out. A snarl rippled through her throat as she got a good look at the older cat; her eyes were just as haunting as they'd been that night. A pang of anxiety shot through her chest, but she shook it off in favor of baring her teeth at the warrior in a show of intimidation. "I bet you don't even know who I am, do you? Did they let you use some more kits as scratching posts?" She prodded, hoping to jog the Riverclanner's memory. The utter catharsis that would no doubt flood her body when her opponent realized would be worth it.
Deciding to waste no more time with her monologue, Cinderpaw bolted towards the other molly's backside, and attempted to take a running leap onto her back. If she landed, she would try the attack that Sleethound had taught her and rip her claws in and out along the warrior's spine. If her father had been telling the truth, her attack would cause some serious damage to her walking if completely successful.
Palehound quietly hissed as Cinderpaw's claws were forcibly removed from her side and took two steps back as well, whirling to face her. She repressed the satisfaction of seeing at least one claw had been ripped out and idly wondered if it was still stuck in her fur or somewhere on the ground- she didn't want a piece of her enemy sticking to her for long, the very idea was in a manner of speaking disturbing to her.
She narrowed her eyes as Cinderpaw spoke to her, keeping a very close eye, as she highly doubted the ThunderClanner planned to sit and have a prolonged chat.
Remember her?
What was she supposed to remember, she'd fought plenty of cats, why would any one of the number be so special or stand out if they hadn't even fought hard enough to leave a scar? The only cat that managed that was that psycho little ShadowClanner.
"Why should I? Unlike you, I've been too busy to dwell on the past."
And then she bolted. She steeled herself, preparing for another charge-like attack, readying a paw to swing and try to intercept her with. It'd hurt like hell, but not as much as it'd hurt Cinderpaw.
She was regretting not simply standing up to slash her paws at her as she saw the other molly leap at her back. She quickly swung towards her shoulder from the side, trying to knock her off course, but it didn't stop the scratches should still leave along her neck and head even if she hit hard enough, but at least she wouldn't be clinging to her back again.
If Cinderpaw somehow still managed to cling to her back, she'd turn and attempt to snap at her tail.
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