Round One, Fight!

[lesbianism]

♡ s o f t s o n g
she/her - 98 moons - WindClan - bisexual - agatha kitty - tags; @Naila
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Softsong sunk her teeth into his leg, warm blood hitting her tongue. Perhaps it was fighting a little dirty, but with her size and being winded, she needed every advantage she could get.

As Streamstorm attempted to yank his leg back, an idea hit her, a moment of sharp clarity in the haziness and panic being breathless had left her with. She bit down hard one last time, then quickly let go, hoping the backwards momentum of his pulling would unbalance him. With one last wheeze, her breath returning to her, she spat the blood from her mouth.

 

Softsong bit down hard on Streamstorm's foreleg, then let go while he was pulling back, hoping he'd fall backwards/become unbalanced. If he falls, she'll try to pin him, and if he is unbalanced she'll barrel into his side to try knock him down. If neither happens then she is still pinned.

[Moonraven]

She held her ground. Batglare nimbly avoided the paw coming toward the bottom of his face and neck and scowled as Birdsnow managed to put a little distance between them to spit out an insult. The senior didn't bother signifying it with a response. Batglare was a tom of few words to start with, but battles were meant to be fought with tooth and claw, if she was looking for a verbal joust she was fighting the wrong cat.

As the molly leaped at him again, this time with her forepaws full of claws raised at his chest, Batglare, assuming she'd expected he'd avoid it, quickly pounced at her straight into the thorn-tipped claws that bashed against his chest. The pain meant little in the heat of battle as his front paws endeavored to sink into Birdsnow's shoulders, ripping and tearing. The massive warrior's fangs flashed towards Birdsnow's ear aiming a bite at it.
@clarice.

[Frozen Primrose]

As soon as the cat sunk her fangs deeper into his leg he pulled back with all of his might out of reflex. The sudden action not allowing him to process her plan in time and the tom was sent tumbling back the moment she let go.

Luckily for him he was able to stabilize himself before he hit the ground, with his claws digging into the dirt below him he glared at his opponent before charging at the feline. Streamstorm had no intention of letting this cat get the first hit in again.

 

After losing his balance a bit Streamstorm quickly recovers and charges at Softsong, if Softsong does not dodge he will strike her over the head with a sharp blow.

 

Due to the injury on his leg, walking and running will now be slowed.

@lesbianism

[lesbianism]

♡ s o f t s o n g
she/her - 98 moons - WindClan - bisexual - agatha kitty - tags; @Naila
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Streamstorm was quick to recover, leaving no time for Softsong to take advantage of his tumble. She used the brief time that his moment of unbalance gave her to instead even out her breathing and ensure she was light on her feet.

[roll to dodge: 17]

When he charged towards her, slowed by his wound, she was ready. She ducked away from his blow, rolling to the side and back onto her paws in a flash.

Now on his blind side, she dashed back towards him, aiming to grab his tail and yank it to unbalance him once more.

 

Softsong dodged the blow with a roll to the side then went for his tail from his blind side, aiming to use her teeth to yank on it and unbalance him. If she succeeds, she'll throw her weight into him to knock him down.

[Fritter]

Originally Posted by Blaze_Songs239

+GOLDFISH+
"Ye who slays the day tends to slave away"

Goldfish was about to pounce on a bird when she smelled WindClan.
"RiverClan, Attack!"
Goldfish sprang into action, racing until she saw the scene. How dare they trespass! This would be a battle she wouldn't lose. She couldn't lose. She spotted a lightweight and nimble tom- which reminded her of most WindClan cats, but she recognized him in specific as Hogstrike, a well-respected, strong tomcat. She immediately hurled herself over toward the tom, and landing a ferocious blow across his jaw, and felt satisfaction in her bones as claws ripped flesh.
Goldfish, although she despised border disputes, was eager to remove excess energy through tooth and claw- although at the end of the battle it never did quite feel that way- it always seemed to feel... painful and frustrating. Hopefully at the end of this battle they'd feel triumphant. She felt a prickle go down her spine. She would claw the living daylights out of all the WindClan cats she set eyes on! Surely that would be enough to win.

[ @Fritter , I don't really intend on Goldfish winning, maybe we could do like an even match maybe? One is winning, one is losing, then the tables turn constantly. By the way, this is Hogstrike ]

@clarice. , @redshiftreign , @Fritter , @Leafy , @Naila
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Hog Strike
|Windclan warrior| He/Him|
purrks: Beefed up tier 1 - Ultimate predator

When Hogstrike first stalked behind BatGlare, he listened to what was said carefully and soaked it in, alright sounds fair enough, no killing, be quiet and stop fighting when told. Sounds easy enough to handle, he trailed behind being mindful of his surroundings, River Clan smelt funny, he was never really fond of the fishrats anyway, it would be refreshing to have Riverclan blood spilt and to have them spat at to keep to themselves! Hog Strike wasn't a huge cat, infact he was rather miniature compared to those around him, he stoppped when instructed, and the moment the signal was given he sprung out and threw himself at the nearest warrior, who happened to be Gold Fish,

When the fight broke out Hogstrike was more then ready to tear and shred when some nuisance came over trying to take a bite out of him, thankfully he was more then prepared for such and managed to slip out of the way with but a cut on his chin from where the hasty dodge was made. He could more then tell that this she was an overconfident ball of energy so tiring her out wasn't an option, instead HogStrike aimed to use his strength to his advantage, the cut on his chin stinging and fresh with pain hogstrike took a moment to throw himself at her and aimed to throw her down into a pin, where he'd get the advantage for sure. If he was successful, he aimed a nasty blow across Goldfish's ear, somewhere he knew was particularly more painful to be hit.

[Blaaze]

Originally Posted by Fritter

Hog Strike
|Windclan warrior| He/Him|
purrks: Beefed up tier 1 - Ultimate predator

When Hogstrike first stalked behind BatGlare, he listened to what was said carefully and soaked it in, alright sounds fair enough, no killing, be quiet and stop fighting when told. Sounds easy enough to handle, he trailed behind being mindful of his surroundings, River Clan smelt funny, he was never really fond of the fishrats anyway, it would be refreshing to have Riverclan blood spilt and to have them spat at to keep to themselves! Hog Strike wasn't a huge cat, infact he was rather miniature compared to those around him, he stoppped when instructed, and the moment the signal was given he sprung out and threw himself at the nearest warrior, who happened to be Gold Fish,

When the fight broke out Hogstrike was more then ready to tear and shred when some nuisance came over trying to take a bite out of him, thankfully he was more then prepared for such and managed to slip out of the way with but a cut on his chin from where the hasty dodge was made. He could more then tell that this she was an overconfident ball of energy so tiring her out wasn't an option, instead HogStrike aimed to use his strength to his advantage, the cut on his chin stinging and fresh with pain hogstrike took a moment to throw himself at her and aimed to throw her down into a pin, where he'd get the advantage for sure. If he was successful, he aimed a nasty blow across Goldfish's ear, somewhere he knew was particularly more painful to be hit.

+GOLDFISH+
"Ye who slays the day tends to slave away"

Goldfish shrieked curses as Hogstrike's paw clouted her ear, splattering blood. Focusing, she unsheathed her hind claws and shoved them forward, struggling but managing to hurl him off with a kick. Blood dripping from her ear, Goldfish shook the stream from her eye and stood, panting, before stalking around him, waiting. She wanted to keep him on his toes, keep him clueless of her next move. she wanted suspense to get to him. She hoped he attacked first. As long as he wore himself out, her energy would go into ruthlessness.

[Frozen Primrose]

Streamstorm mumbled a curse to himself when his attack struck nothing but air. "Foolish Windclan cats, you are nothing but maggot-eating rabbits that hide in holes all day." His lips were drawn back in a snarl as the opposing feline attacked him from his blindside again.

"Piece of-" His words had been cut short the moment his tail was yanked back, the tom decided to take a risk, leaning most of his weight onto his uninjured front paw he sent his hind legs back for a powerful kick, the only issue he faced now was if this strike didn't land he would now be in a dangerous situation.

 

Streamstorm has managed to stay on his paws after having his tail snatched and now aims a strong blow at his opponent, if the blow lands he will turn and try to pin Softsong down.

 

With his attack Streamstorm is left in a very vulnerable spot, he is unbalanced.

@lesbianism

[Moonraven]

As the fighting raged on around him, Batglare pulled himself away from the RiverClan deputy and swiftly put some distance between them, silently urging his clanmates to back off with a sharp wave of his tail. They've spent enough time here, any more and there could be reinforcements.

"This is your last warning from Twilightstar. RiverClan's scent was found over WindClan's border for the..." Batglare paused as he recounted the times they'd been caught over the border. "Third time, this time your clan's scent was found coated on damaged herbs. Enough is enough. Twilightstar has already warned Larkstar of the consequences of continuous trespassing. Tell Larkstar that if she can't keep her cats under control, WindClan will start taking matters into our paws. This will turn into a battle that we will fight if you do not stop coming into our territory and mess with our herbs." Batglare's eyes flashed in the light.

"Next time this happens, a mere ambush will be the least of your worries." Batglare spat. The huge warrior swiftly turned to catch the eye of each of his clanmates. "We're done here." He told them. He ordered them home with a sharp nudge of his head towards their border. Batglare didn't move a muscle himself in case RiverClan wanted to keep it up. He didn't need the untrustworthy fish attacking his clanmates while their backs were turned.

[Been a bit so going to end this]
@Fritter [Hogstrike ], @lesbianism [Softsong], @Undertaker [Leechscar], @Estelle [Silverpaw]

@Clarice. [Birdsnow], @Naila [Streamstorm], @Leafy [Springpaw], @Blaze_Songs239 [Goldfish]

[lesbianism]

♡ s o f t s o n g
she/her - 98 moons - WindClan - aroace - tags; @Naila @Moonraven
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Softsong snarled, darting out of reach as Batglare gave the order to fall back. "Next time I'll give you more to worry about than a few wounds. Keep your filthy paws on your side of the border," she spat, then did as she was ordered, heading back to the border.

[Blaaze]

+GOLDFISH+
"Ye who slays the day tends to slave away"
Goldfish bristled, tail lashing and eyes gleaming. "You should've kept your mangy pelts over your own border!" she snarled. "Next time you won't forget those wounds so easily." she muttered more to herself, shaking blood from her pelt.