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Subject: dirty imbecile [C] Wed 7 Dec 2022 - 6:23
Adderdawn
Adderdawn was feeling reckless and cruel. The constant stress of the last several days, even when it was only the mild mess that was life below Fourtrees, had worn on him and frayed each of his nerves. He was prone to being snappy when pushed through his emotions-- he knew that about himself. But watching Whisperear, one of his dear friends, get stolen right from in front of him alongside more of their Clanmates; hearing the terror and misery in Flutter's voice as he sobbed; it had made him mean. The circus that had been the twolegs' arrival agitated part of his brain so fiercely Adderdawn wondered if it hadn't broken entirely. He wondered if it would ever mend itself again.
In an effort to keep himself from turning into Daisybreeze, he kept himself as busy as he physically could without passing out atop the stones. Where before, his too-big emotions had shut his body down and forced him to do little except sleep and whine, this righteous anger filled him with the constant need to do. It wasn't energy, not quite-- he was exhausted, and would have much preferred to crawl into Mothermouth's caverns and rest for a while, rest forever --but he couldn't allow himself to stop. He hunted, often, bringing back as much scarce prey as he could hold between his jaws. He stalked the thin strip of stony earth that separated ShadowClan from WindClan, now that they'd both settled in. He wandered away, down the slope and towards the hills, and paced the hills, screaming hollowly to the sky. He begged someone from StarClan to find him, face him, and promised he would erase them from the heavens if they did for all they had put his loved ones through. He went unanswered. He grew angrier.
Maybe that was why, as he peeled away from WindClan's group and started down the slope to Highstones, Adderdawn attacked unprompted. He wasn't the fighting type. He was aware that his size put him at a disadvantage, and aware that even if he understood it logically, he was not as good at putting the moves he understood in his mind into practice. He was logic-bound, anyhow, and it was hard to talk through a situation when your claws were buried in another cat's neck. But when Adderdawn saw a silvery pelt meandering by, it made all the simmering anger under his pelt flash hot like a forest fire, setting him alight with fury. The strange tom was not a face he recognized, and underneath the muddied Clan scents clinging to his fur, he just smelled like rogue. That was reason enough. With a yowl, Adderdawn kicked off the packed earth. Outstretched claws found their home in the rogue's shoulder as their bodies collided. "You're getting too close to my Clan. Turn around." Adderdawn hissed, pushing his claws in to punctuate the words.
Adderdawn used Jumping Strike, dealing 11 (8+3) damage and costing 7 SP.
Adderdawn 40/40 HP 93/100 (-7) SP
Astraeus 34/45 (-11) HP 90/90 SP
(ooc: feel free to adjust a's stats if you're not using disadvantaged stats for him anymore!)
Astraeus had, thank the stars, not been at Fourtrees when the Twolegs attacked. He was meandering, now, trying to find his way to… where, exactly? He was not quite sure, yet this fact did not faze him. It was the life which he had wanted, the path which he had followed, the strange haunting wanderlust which had drawn his paws away from the peaceful haven that was the Garden. He had not been much around Highstones before. The silvery loner was no fool- he would not try to reach the Moonstone, lest the Clan’s meddling ancestors try to show their might and power in murder and punishment instead of mercy and guidance- nay, he would stay firmly on the outside of the craggy hills, tracing a winding path among rocks as he thought. His thick pelt kept him warm despite the approaching Season, and it was easy enough to surprise a meal amongst the rocks. Another problem with the Clans, something else that kept them from truly flourishing- they were too tradition-bound. They would not look for prey in a place their ancestors had deemed sacred. They would not improvise, would not try to come up with something new. They would, instead, trek down to the territories-
-this thought was abruptly and rudely put to an end as the instincts which had kept Astraeus alive so far kicked into high gear. Immediately, he surged forwards, paws flying against the stone and managing to- just barely- avoid being knocked down by the brown tom which had so suddenly charged him. His thick pelt sheltered Astraeus from the worst of the other tom’s claws as he rolled, ears pinned flat against his head to avoid being shredded. With a strenuous effort, he jerked himself free, slamming the other tom’s head down onto the dirt.
The silvery tom leapt back, yellow hawk’s eyes glinting like flint. ”I’m more than far enough, Clanner. Highstones is neutral territory.” He could have taken advantage of his momentary victory; could’ve pinned the other tom down or clawed at his face, but he had not, and hopefully that would communicate the message his words had not, quite, gotten across- that he was holding back. Perhaps, at some other time, he would have started talking, letting the younger tom entrap himself in a web woven of words; but he was annoyed. He had been having a good walk, and a good think, and this tom had, out of nowhere, charged him. Highstones was not claimed by any Clan. This tom fought because he wanted a fight- and by the shades, if he did truly want a fight, Astraeus would give him one.
Astraeus used Dodge-and-Fight (because of course he did), costing 7 stamina. Counterattack was a success, dealing 5 damage! (He’s still using disadvantaged stats for now, thanks for asking!)
Astraeus 45/45 HP (+11) 83/90 SP (-7)
Adderdawn 35/40 HP (-5) 93/100 SP
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Subject: Re: dirty imbecile [C] Sat 17 Dec 2022 - 4:15
Adderdawn
Though he'd been sure his attack was well-timed, claws scraping thinly across skin, the rogue jumped deftly out of the way. There was some pride to be taken in the shock that bristled through the silver fur, in the fact he'd taken the cat off-guard; but any pride Adderdawn might have felt was muted by his annoyance that the cat had moved at all, leaving him to trip and smash his head into the ground. His thin tail lashed once as he scrabbled back to his paws, shaking off the dust that now clung to his fur. And now he was being corrected. The silvery tom didn't even bother to return his attack; Adderdawn wondered if maybe that wasn't his sign just to spit and send him off and abandon the fight. He was in it now, though, and he'd taken the lack of retaliation as an afront. Do you think I can't handle you? Or are you worried about yourself?
"It's not Clan territory, yes," Adderdawn started, his voice a low hiss, "but can you not smell those that are here? These are the temporary grounds of WindClan and ShadowClan. We do not own the land, but I doubt any of them would give you a warmer welcome than I have." With that, he shouldered past the rogue, twisting to grip the feathery tail sharply between his teeth. I'll make you fight, or you'll be a coward. Give me what I want. Sour thoughts spurring him forward in his aggression, Adderdawn shoved his pads into the earth and pulled back hard, dragging the tom with him.
Adderdawn used Tail Yank, dealing 8 damage and costing 15 SP. Astraeus is stunned for one turn!
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Subject: Re: dirty imbecile [C] Sat 17 Dec 2022 - 8:01
Astraeus rolled his eyes at the other tom’s words- Highstones was hardly Clanner territory. They would be angry if he hunted in the marshes or on the moor, and they would be angry if he hunted here. Ptcha. Funnily enough, the only place he could hunt without being yelled at or attacked was Fourtrees. What was with these cats? Stars, and this was a bad one. The other cat surged forwards, and Astraeus was just too slow to get out of the way, his feathery tail being clenched between the other’s teeth. His eyes narrowed in pain and anger- despite the bolts of lightning shooting up his back, he whipped around, surging forwards, bringing claws into play and aiming for the other tom’s neck. If restraint would not let him get out of this fight, perhaps the exact opposite would work.
“If you want a fight, I’ll give you one,” he snarled, noting with displeasure the strands of silvery fur in the Clanner’s teeth. He didn’t seem overly experienced, however, and Astraeus was reasonably confident in his ability to drive him off. This cat was a WindClanner, he guessed, all lanky limbs, and would likely chase him down if he turned to run… so he wouldn’t run. He’d make the other turn tail, and then get out of here before he came back with reinforcements. A shame. Now WindClan would likely hate his pelt. “Let me go and I’ll bother you no more.” Astraeus did not possess the bloodlust of his grandfather’s line, but rather a cold calculating mind- at times like this, however, he had to fight to keep his mind clear. Ah, stars blast this WindClanner!
Astraeus used Random Recall and Front Paw Strike, dealing 8 damage and costing 12 stamina. A is no longer stunned.
Adderdawn 27/40 HP (-8) 78/100 SP
Astraeus 37/45 HP 71/90 SP (-12)
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Subject: Re: dirty imbecile [C] Sun 1 Jan 2023 - 5:54
Adderdawn
"No!" Adderdawn hissed, insolent and immediate. The rogue had recovered surprisingly quickly, whirling around to bring claws into his neck. It stung, and briefly made him stumble, and when he could feel the blood welling he thought suddenly and improperly of Whisperear, and– He shook himself out, tail snapping back and forth. That wasn't what his protests had been about, and this wasn't the time for mourning. "I've run foxes off my territory." He quietly left out the fact that he had been accompanied by two warriors, one his mentor.
But before he sprang forward again, a sobering thought hit him. What was he doing? He had never been an aggressive cat. Light on his feet and talented instinctually, but that was not who he was. With a pang in his chest, Adderdawn thought of all those he had loved, wondered what they would say to this show of force. Had he been so disturbed by all that had happened that he'd become someone new?
The sour thoughts lasted only a moment before he snapped his attention back to the fight at paw. If he was going to fight, he was going to fight. But, beside the sharp adrenaline in his blood, the fight had gone from him. When he lashed out again, the attack was almost clumsy, half-distracted, there was no grace or planning to it, just claws striking wildly at the rogue's head, his chest, wherever he could hope to connect.
Adderdawn used Desperate Blows + Front Paw Strike, dealing 13 (5+8) damage and costing 14 (7+7) SP.
”Congratulations,” Astraeus hissed, overcome with a broiling hatred. “What is foxing wrong with you, stupid idiot? I said just let- me- go!” His teeth snapped at the other’s paws as they connected with his- his head- oh foxing shades he was going to kill this WindClanner. “What the foxing shades- you stars-cursed imbecile-“ Astraeus ducked away from the lashing claws, tasting blood. Shades- shades- shades- he could still see. He could still see. Everything was okay- but this WindClanner was not. “Are you willing to blind a cat for life because he was trying to get off your temporary territory? I thought Clanners better than that- or perhaps you are just the dirty exception.”
Astraeus suddenly feinted to the left before darting to the right, rounding the other tom and sinking his teeth into his tail before pulling with all his might, just as the WindClanner had done to him moments before. “Snake,” he spat, deciding to bring his sharp tongue into play. “You’ve run foxes off your territory before, have you? I’m surprised your Clan did not throw you to them- your thirst for unnecessary violence is going to cost you and yours some day. Their injuries- their deaths will be on your head.” The silvery tom snarled, hoping that this would prove a sore subject, as it was for most cats. If not- well, he’d know more about the tom from his response. Then he could really get into it.
Blood dripped from the silvery loner’s face, where most of Adderdawn’s frenzied blows had connected. He tossed his head, sending red droplets splattering onto the ground. If blood got in his eyes and blinded him- that could turn the fight in a direction he didn’t want it to take.
Astraeus used Tail Yank, dealing 8 damage and costing 15 SP. Adderdawn is stunned for one turn!
Adderdawnstunned 19/40 (-8) 64/100
Astraeus 24/45 56/90 (-15)
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Subject: Re: dirty imbecile [C] Sat 14 Jan 2023 - 1:22
Adderdawn
As his claws swung gracelessly for the rogues head, Adderdawn was a touch horrified to see he'd done more damage than planned– if he'd had a plan at all. Just as the other tom was scrabbling backwards, the warrior stepped back a pace, too, limbs locked for a second. He hadn't actually blinded the rogue, had he? Yes, he was in a fit, feeling mad and reckless, but he didn't want to rip any eyes out. He hadn't yet, at least, but the hissing about his nature was starting to change his mind.
Adderdawn jerked hard to the right, hoping to catch to rogue mid-step, but he'd only fallen for the (in hindsight, obvious) trick. A flash of silver streaked past them, and then sharp pressure digging into his tail, pulled so hard he worried he might lose it. The shocks up his spine almost had Adderdawn dazed and at the disadvantage– almost. He couldn't help it, as much as he loathed it, he was a reactionary, and this rogue was willing to keep talking. Reinvigorated by a more personal anger, Adderdawn shook the fuzz out of his eyes and lunged forward just as the tom was shaking his head, teeth digging hard into the scruff. "Do not talk about my dead or I like you know who we are," he hissed around fur and flesh.
Adderdawn used Random Recall + Snap, dealing 8 damage and costing 12 (7+5) SP.
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