Playdate

[Shade.]

@implimm

Lotusheart was in fact surprised by the direct assault. As the cat lunged, her mind clicked. Wrong move, friend. As the cat clung to her neck, she quickly tilted her head down, hoping to press her opponent's back to the ground and ram her forehead into her throat as a choke move.

[plum]

"Nononowaitoaah-!"
The WindClan warrior finds herself clinging now to Lotusheart as the bigger she-cat now nearly headbutts the ground with Eldersky at her neck. She braces for the impact of the ground against her back, shoulders, and head and screws her eyes shut tight. Get a grip, Eldersky!
After being pressed into the ground and pinned by Lotusheart's head, her chin up at an uncomfortable angle, the soft gray tabby wriggles experimentally. Then, she begins to try and move her hind legs in quick kicking motions against Lotusheart's chest, much like a pinned rabbit would when trying to escape the clutches of death. She hoped it would at least even just distract the fish-eater for a heartbeat.
[ @Shadeleaf ]

[Shade.]

@implimm

Lotusheart smiles triumphantly as her move succeeds. She feels aggressive pressure as the warrior kicks her chest. She doesn't want to suffocate her. Besides, the kicks were getting a little hard. One hit her a bit high at the throat which made her pull back slightly.

[Zero]

Originally Posted by implimm

Plumpaw rolls her eyes as she slips out from the apprentice's den. So today was that pretend raid- She hadn't listened well enough at the Gathering to know much about when it was happening. Whatever. The silver she-cat's eyes scan the scuffling cats for any open contenders. She couldn't really fight like a RiverClan cat yet, and her knowledge of anything Flintspirit once instilled was rusty. But these hare-brained apprentices from the moor all seemed like soft and fuzzy little mice to her. They seemed like easy pickings.
[ OPEN to any WC apprentices ]

Quiverpaw was always a bit late to the fighting part of these things it seemed, always getting confused and mixed up in the fray before finding her first opponent. She backed into Plumpaw in accident at first, trying to gain distance from some of the others fighting around her, and sprung away in surprise as she realized it was an open RiverClan cat that she'd bumped into. Guess this cat would have to do, as she most likely had her attention now. She let out what she hoped to be an intimidating growl and leaped toward the other she-cat, careful to not get overwhelmed and let her claws slip out. This was just a practice raid and she'd been to a real battle before, so she couldn't wrap her head around why she was so nervous about this this time.

[JusticeRabbit]

Spottedpaw looked around for a Windclan cat to fight

( Open for any: Windclan cats )

[ChillCat]

Mothshade still couldn't find anybody and was starting to get ticked off. "AAAAAAAAH!" he screeched and launched himself at the first Windclan cat he saw. [OPEN PLEASE]

[Jessica1917]

@Rainquail
(really hope this is ok, you said she was open a while ago)
Basilpaw saw Beepaw, a Windclan apprentice running into the clearing, and Basilpaw launched herself at them, hoping to crash into them. Unless Beepaw saw her coming first and got out of the way. But she would do her best to crash into them!

[plum]

She's still looking around for a target when Quiverpaw backs into her. Stumbling back a couple of steps, the she-cat swears under her breath and fixes a cold gaze on the WindClanner. "You look like you'll fall apart if I poke you just right," she sneers. Somehow, her mood had soured almost instantly.
Plumpaw's reflex was as sharp as her tongue- As soon as she'd seen the other apprentice move, the silver mau sidestepped. With a smirk, she watches Quiverpaw. "C'mon," she taunts. "You have to infiltrate my Clan, right? Take me down, then, fluff-brain." She made no actual effort to retaliate against the other molly however, and instead stood waiting for her next move.
[ @Zero ]

[ophelia]

@TheNyanCatMinecart
Silverpool gasped as he rolled off of her and rolled away from him. His claws reached for her back, and she felt them pick at her fur. Before he could get on top again, she wriggled away, although her shoulder was stinging. She shook the dirt out of her fur and charged at the larger warrior, hoping to catch him off guard. She leaned back on her hind paws and used her front ones to try and beat him back into the marshy water behind him.

[RedHead]

[ open for a riverclanner to fight! ]

Was this a waste of his time? Possibly. Was he going to make sure he got something out of it? Ohhhh you bet. Blue eyes scanning the clearing, the silvery tomcat tried to pick someone out he could go after. Quicksilver wanted a fight, nothing too easy though. He wouldn't mind a good tussle.
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- @Supernatural Slushie -

Ripplepaw was excited for this. It would hopefully hold the rush and thrill of a real battle but with less... blood.
Glancing around, she awaited to see if there was anybody she could attack, anybody open. Soon spotting someone, she rushed towards them in a blur of silvery fur, stopping right in front of them. "You're going down rabbit-butt!" She yowled, before flinging herself at the other feline, paws extended to wrap around their shoulders. If she could tussle them to the ground, that would mean a win for her right? Right.
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[ open for a riverclanner to fight! ]

Mapledance wasn't sure if he wanted to participate in this. It was all.... irrelevant. But.... he supposed he'd have to. Fighting was never his strong suit, so practicing it wasn't going to hurt. Literally in this case, with the no claws rule implemented. With a bored expression, the Windclanner awaited some other cat to come up to him and instigate the fight, he didn't want to be the instigator. That was too much effort putting into something he didn't want to do.
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[ open for a riverclanner to fight! ]

Thunderclan had never done anything like this before. And frankly, Moonbird was a bit excited. A little anxious about the possibilities that this could bring, someone was bound to get hurt accidentally, fighting always brought out the worst in cats, but for now it was fun and lighthearted and practice. And she could always do with more practice. Leaping into the fight, Moonbird turned to find someone she could battle. A playfight companion, if you will.