Round One, Fight!

[Moonraven]

The huge brown and white tom silently led his patrol to the border. He noticed that Heatherwhisker was missing, even though the tom had been enthusiastic about joining this patrol, but Batglare wasn't one for delays. The four cats he had with him should be more than enough to give RiverClan a warning and some wounds to remember them by.

"We're not here to kill any of these cats, you will stop fighting when I give you the signal to surround them," Batglare growled as they reached RiverClan's border. He turned his huge head in the direction of Softsong, Leechscar, Hogstrike, and Silverpaw, fixing them all with a stern glare. He didn't expect any disobedience within this group, if he had brought the other two his words might be different.

"Stay on my tail and quiet, I don't need the whole of RiverClan coming down on us. We're getting in and out quick as a breeze." Batglare reminded them before taking the first paw step into enemy territory. RiverClan's territory had far more places to hide, Batglare led his patrol through a less trotted path to avoid being spotted and kept his maw open to scent the air, ensuring that they were downwind to avoid detection.

RiverClan's territory was exceedingly damp, lacking much of the soft grass Batglare was used to stepping on in WindClan territory. What grass they did have was thick and rough, and Batglare found himself annoyed with how it tugged at his fur as he led his patrol through a thick patch of overgrown reeds. Thank StarClan, they did not have to go too deep into RiverClan's territory, no deeper than some fox lengths from the border. Should they WindClan's scent from here it shouldn't be too alarming.

His ears picked up on the incoming RiverClan patrol, and he quickly pressed himself further back into the overgrown grass, silently signaling for his patrol to do the same. The tom was still as stone as he watched the RiverClan patrol pass where they hid. He didn't wait to see if they paused or continued before hissing a swift, low order of attack to his patrol.

He sprang out of the reeds and raced to tackle the scarred molly at the head of the patrol, aiming to crash into her and sweep her paws out from underneath her so he could rack his claws down her face and flank.

[No set posting order since they're just duking it out. But since WindClan's should be attacking first, optional but I'd wait to post with your RiverClan cat until your character is attacked. Bat's called dibs on fighting Birdsnow!]

@Fritter [Hogstrike ], @lesbianism [Softsong], @Undertaker [Leechscar], @Estelle [Silverpaw]

@clarice. [Birdsnow], @Naila [Streamstorm], @Leafy [Springpaw], @redshiftreign [Rushwater] @Blaze_Songs239 [Goldfish]

[poppy]

Birdsnow
she/her | riverclan deputy
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Leading a hunting patrol, Birdsnow's paws ending up leading her near the WindClan border. Or... in the general direction, the border was a ways away and there was still plenty of territory for them to spread out and hunt without even going near the border. The scent carried the taste of WindClan- that horrid, haunting scent that had clung to Kestrelskies's body the day she died. It didn't matter that that speckled warrior hadn't struck Bird's love down, she had caused Kes's death, and that was enough to trigger some rather intense feelings in Birdsnow, but she wasn't stupid enough to cause trouble or show her disdain for the Clan. It wasn't worth starting a war over, although if she led more with her heart than her head, she most certainly would consider it more.

WindClan had never gotten their taste of karma for what they had done to Bird's Clan, honorlessly attacking a weakened Clan- and taking the life of Birdsnow's best friend. Or, perhaps they had gotten a bit- they had lost to a homeless, weakened Clan, even with the advantage of health, a surprise attack and not having kits or queens or elders to defend. But that wasn't karma. That was just embarrassing.

Lifting her tail, Birdsnow turned to face her patrol, to tell them to disperse and go try to catch some prey, when a rather strong whiff of WindClan tainted the air, her blue eyes narrowing slightly- not really out of suspicion yet but instead dislike of the cats who the scent was left by. Only when the scent didn't go away with the change in wind did her hackles raise and she only got out a hiss of warning when a heavy weight slammed into her. Caught by surprise, she attempted to instinctively slam a paw into the jaw of the cat that tackled her, feeling claws rake down her side but jerking her head away to avoid claws to the eyes. Wriggling free, she cast her eyes around her before her, taking a quick account of the attackers and her own Clanmates before snarling at the tom in front of her.

Four WindClan warriors against five RiverClanners- four warriors and an apprentice, although Springpaw pretty much counted as a warrior when it came to situations like this, and Birdsnow's hazy, surprised mind was shattered by one thought. We can take them.

"RiverClan! Attack!" She cried, eyes ablaze. Could she ever get a break? Could her Clan ever get a break? It seemed not, but at least she could now avenge Kestrelskies.

Staring the tom down icily, she sneered with breathless anger. "Come here to lose again?" Lunging forward, she attempted to slice her claws at his chest and then if he moved back to avoid it, she would try to use his momentum going backwards to push herself forwards to hopefully attempt to tackle him to the ground.

 

When Bat attacked Bird initially, she tried to hit him in the jaw/neck with her paw and then when she got free, she tried to claw at his chest. If he tried to fall back to avoid the claws to the chest, she would then try to use the momentum he had going backwards to push him over.

[ @Moonraven || @Naila @Leafy @redshiftreign @Blaze_Songs239 ]

[Blaaze]

+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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[lesbianism]

♡ s o f t s o n g
she/her - 98 moons - WindClan - bisexual - agatha kitty - tags; @Naila
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Softsong flicked an ear in acknowledgement of Batglare's warning. She wasn't a fool and didn't need reminding to follow the warrior code, but she wasn't so sure about the other cats on their patrol. She dashed after him as she caught the smell of an oncoming patrol, keeping low.

She took the smallest of moments to assess the situation before throwing herself out of the reeds and into battle. She wasn't an idiot, and she knew a cat of her size had to fight cleverly to beat a larger opponent. She sized up her options, eyes darting from one cat to another. The new RiverClan deputy, an apprentice (or possibly young warrior), a muscled blue-grey tabby tom, a scarred she-cat, and a silver tabby tom with a missing eye.

Batglare had already thrown himself at Birdsnow, so without wasting another moment she leapt out of the reeds at the white and silver tabby from his blind side, aiming to land on his back and start their ambush with a good clawing.

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Softsong leapt out of the reeds after Batglare, aiming for Streamstorm's back. If she lands, she'll rake her claws down his back. She's coming from the side he's missing an eye on.

[Frozen Primrose]

Streamstorm had been following close behind Birdsnow while they traversed the territory. When they stopped he took a few paces away from the rest of the patrol group, his good eye scanning the area for prey he could spot off the bat.

As he thought he saw a flicker of movement and was ready to go check it out when he heard his deputy's call for attack. He snapped his head around entirely confused, the fur along his shoulders bristling, wasn't this a hunting patrol?

Well it was supposed to be at least, he spotted the cat that had pinned Birdsnow down. Was this some sort of rogue attack? No, just as he thought the strong scent of Windclan hit him and he clenched his jaw furiously. How dare these rabbit-hearted cats not only come into RIVERCLAN territory but have the audacity to attack them in it!

He couldn't dwell on his angry thoughts for Windclan long as a weight landed on his back seemingly from at of nowhere. He hissed, both in anger and pain as the stinging pain of claws raking down his back hit him. Quickly the tom dropped onto his back and rolled away, hoping to crush the cat under his weight.

 

When Softsong leaps onto Streamstorm the tom drops onto his back, attempting to crush her under him. If he does he will roll back onto his paws and hit her with a blow to the muzzle.

@lesbianism
@clarice.
@Leafy
@redshiftreign
@Blaze_Songs239

[lesbianism]

♡ s o f t s o n g
she/her - 98 moons - WindClan - bisexual - agatha kitty - tags; @Naila
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Softsong landed square on the RiverClan warrior's back, watching blood well as she raked her claws along his back. Good. That should teach the fish to keep off WindClan's territory! She went in for one last bite before leaping off.

[roll to dodge: 6]

She'd overestimated how much of an advantage the surprise attack had given her - before her teeth could meet his pelt, before she could even process what was happening, Softsong landed on the hard ground beneath her opponent, lungs emptied with the force of the landing.

The RiverClan warrior was quick to attack, hitting her muzzle hard while she was still dazed and struggling to take in air. She let out a wheeze and snapped her teeth towards the nearby foreleg in retaliation.

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Softsong aimed to bite down on the foreleg that Streamstorm just used to hit her. She will be rolling with disadvantage on the next post due to being winded.

[Frozen Primrose]

Streamstorm held a satisfied grin on his face when he felt the smaller cat squashed under his weight. He leaped onto his paws and turned, swiftly giving her muzzle a strong swipe. Hearing another noise he snapped his head around, expecting it to be another warrior, it wasn't and his mistake in judgment led the cat to bite into his paw.

The tom's grin faded and was instead replaced by a face twisted by pain followed by a yelp of pain. Biting into his paw was something an opponent he faced hadn't done before, leaving the tom surprised by such a sharp pain. The tom attempted to rip his paw away from the windclan warrior, unable to swipe with his other paw in fear of losing balance.

@lesbianism

[Undertaker]

@redshiftreign [Rushwater]
Leechscar stayed at the very back of the patrol, listening as Batglare gave his orders. Most of what was said was common sense, but he understood what the senior said. It never hurt to ensure that the patrol were all on the same wavelength. Diving into RiverClan's territory wasn't as unnerving as it should be, probably because he'd already done this.

He settled into a nice thick patch of reeds behind the patrol, chilling green eyes flickering towards Silverpaw. He wasn't worried about her or her ability to hold her own in anything, but he did want to keep an eye on her if nothing more than out of duty.

Batglare snapped his attention to the front as paws drew closer—a RiverClan patrol. Leechscar waited until Batglare gave the near silent hiss of attack, and exploded from the reeds, going after the RiverClan deputy. Poppysong was hard on the patrol leader's tail, gunning after the silver tabby with a missing eye. Hogstrike seemed to be entangled with a scarred golden-eyed she-cat. So that left him with the young warrior/apprentice? Or the muscular blue-gray tabby.

Deciding to leave the younger one to Silverpaw, Leechscar bolted straight for Rushwater, aiming to catch the tom's ears and shoulder with his thorn-tipped claws as he lashed out with his front claws.

[Estelle]

It felt like quite the scandal, honestly, treating ever so quietly into RiverClan territory. Last she had been here, if memory served her right, it had been to bring aid to ThunderClan at that... Pond place, after a dreadful fire. The circumstances couldn't be more different, in that regard - a first visit to bring prey to a suffering clan, sheltering in another's territory. A second visit to teach the fools - the same cats that had lend their territory back then, the same cats with whom WindClan had been allied nearly all her life - a lesson.

Silverpaw, her pace swift and quiet, cleared her mind the further they went into RiverClan territory. After all, she ought to be concentrated, and clearly, RiverClan was no longer the clan it had once been... It had fallen, far. By this point in her life, the silver apprentice had gotten used to disappointment, and as such did not dwell on the thoughts. Rather, she focused on the matter at paw, which was remaining stealthy and not letting her clan down.

She was not a violent cat by any means, but as the scent of a RiverClan patrol filled the air, she could feel her paws tickle with anticipation. It had simply been so long; and yet, she did not allow herself to doubt her capabilities. Timeworn or not, she had been assessment-ready, for stars' sake! A simple ambush is all this was, she could handle it just fine.

Silver ears perked at Batglare's words, the apprentice giving a subtle nod when suddenly everyone jumped at their chosen opponent - blame it on her ever-lacking reaction time, but it was clear they all chose the warriors of the group. Leaving her to fight... An apprentice. Or someone just barely out of that den, in any case. She would've groaned with disdain had not been leaping towards Springpaw with outstretched paws and unsheathed claws.

Silverpaw did not pride herself in fighting someone moons younger than her, but with orders to follow and a task to complete, she wasn't about to sit this one out either purely out of pride... They weren't here to kill anyway, the apprentice would survive with some scars at worst.

But with such matters aside, it was her attack that mattered. Yes, Silverpaw jumped in the direction of the apprentice with much of the incredible speed a WindClanner could muster at this time, though she only aimed to jump over the apprentice, swiftly turning on her paws to lash out with sharp claws before, true to her former mentor's teaching's, trying to jump out of reach. As Weaselskip used to say - one must keep moving.


[ @Leafy - Just wanted to specify that Silver is roughly 35-40 moons old at this time so would likely be seen as a warrior to anyone not from WindClan ]

[Kix]

Springpaw
long furred torbie ▵ She/Her ▵ Beefed up [tier 2](active), Lyrebird's Lullaby(active), Shadow fiend
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Idly she took sure steps following after the others in this hunting patrol, thinking of what she would catch. Maybe this time she'd catch something big, like she did with that marten. Springpaw licked her lips in anticipation at the thought maybe she could do it again, hopefully, luck would be on her side. Recent events thankfully didn't race through her mind so much, though that didn't do much as they seemed to be heading towards windclan's border. That fight had left a bad taste on her tongue, along with a general dislike for said clan. She didn't think that a clan would be so low enough to attack another clan while they were down. To her, it was a matter of morale, and she saw none of it that day from Windclan. However, she would put most of the blame on Beanstar since it was his fault for the entire mess he caused.

Springpaw wanted to have a retry against Windclan, make the battle fair play, and not have disadvantages as they had. None of it mattered in the end she guessed, considering they somehow won that battle. She retained her attention in time to catch the yell of a cat going for Birdsnow then it slowly turned into multiple cats coming out of the works. Couldn't they get a break for one whole day, she was slowly getting tired of this fighting at this point. She was quick to turn her attention to what she assumed was another warrior coming for her this time. Looked like this time she was going to be against someone a bit more willing to fight back. She felt herself get nicked a bit as she hadn't expected the other to jump over her like that. So she was facing a smarter one, her last opponent hadn't seemed bright like this one was Springpaw let out a hiss as she dashed her way towards the warrior, aiming to sweep them off their feet, then take a swipe for their face if it worked.

@Estelle [I had a feeling that was the case!]

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