Tension Arises [Closed]

Fernpaw, now fully recovered, was tasked to mark the borders between her clan and Riverclan.

She hasn't had the pleasure of meeting any fish-eater around this side of the forest and the apprentice wasn't hoping for one. After the Gathering, her opinion of the other clans had a painful decline. The worst offender of all was for sure Shadowclan, a clan that has been antagonizing her home for moons. Thunderclan's leader was a disgrace and she couldn't respect her. And in regards to Riverclan... they have decided to remain neutral. And this decision didn't sit right with Fernpaw. How could the Riverclan's leaderships turn a blind eye to the clear disregard for the Warrior Code. They should have supported Windclan and called out this clear breaking of the rules.

The apprentice let out a soft hiss as she clenched her fangs. The whole situation frustrated her... it was so unfair for Windclan. As she made her way down the gorge to have a sip of water, Fernpaw fixed her blue and green eyes on the other side of the river. She saw a small chuffle on the reeds that caught her attention and she quickly took an offensive stand. Jumping on a rock above the river surface, the apprentice shouted. "Stay right where you are!"

Drizzlepaw sighed softly as she split off from her border patrol. The rest of her Clanmates were heading home now, ready to be done for the day, but the young molly felt an irritated restlessness buzzing under her pelt. Ugh. Camp was nice and all, especially when she could hang out with Lavenderkit, but- well. She needed to get out sometimes, stretch her legs and wander. As long as she stayed on her side of the border, no-one would attack a lone apprentice, and she should scent any predator coming from a mile off, given that she wasn’t preoccupied with hunting. The breeze was pleasant, and so Drizzlepaw wandered along, reeds brushing against her wispy pelt. A small pang of guilt nibbled at her heart like a worm in a rotten apple, wondering whether she should really be doing this, staying away from camp and enjoying herself when her friend couldn’t- she’d head home now, she decided. It wasn’t like she promised to come back as speedily as possible, but- well. Might as well.

The ginger-and-cream apprentice turned, ready to head back to camp, but a sudden shout caused her to jump, fur fluffing out in fear and eyes narrowing angrily. There was a cat- a WindClanner, more than likely, given their location- yelling at her? Why? She hadn’t done anything wrong.

Drizzlepaw stood on tip-paw, right above the reeds, staring quizzically at the scrawny WindClanner. Built like a rabbit, even. Well- she wasn’t about to let some bossy molly tell her what to do. Drizzlepaw stuck her tongue out at the other apprentice, flicking her tail in derision, before starting to walk away. Surely not even a firebrand would jump over the water just to attack somecat else for such a small slight.

Fernpaw's pupils narrowed when the Riverclanner appeared from the reeds: a cream and ginger molly with glossy fur. She seemed around the same age as her, so the Windclan cat assumed she was an apprentice. Their eyes met across the river and before she could say something (probably nasty), the Riverclan she-cat had the audacity to stick her tongue before turning her back. The white and grey she-cat fur bristled with anger and her claws emerged from her paws as she furiously fixed her sight on the other apprentice. This arrogant fish-breath! She thought bitterly.

What Drizzlepaw didn't know was that she shouldn't underestimate the Windclan molly's recklessness and capacity to hold a grudge. Fernpaw didn't hesitate. Even not knowing how to swim, the small she-cat took a few steps back and run towards the river. Taking advantage of the sprint, her lithe body flew over the water and though she didn't quite land on the dry beach, she still managed to reach the other side and charge against the other apprentice. She slashed the hind legs and before she could completely turn over towards Fernpaw, the quick Windclanner lashed out again with her unsheathed claws This little little stunt left the skinny she-cat panting, but with a satisfied smile. "Not so cocky now, huh? It seems that what they about you is true: you're just a group of fat, lazy and arrogant fish-eaters."


Fernpaw used Front Paw Strike (6 damage and 7 stamina), followed by Swift Strike (5 damage and 10 stamina).

Fernpaw
20/20 HP
43/60 HP

Drizzlepaw
9/20 HP
60/60 HP

Only the sound of hurrying pawsteps alerted Drizzlepaw to the other she-cat’s presence before the WindClanner sunk her claws into Drizzlepaw’s ginger-and-cream pelt. What the- stars! She’d hardly had battle training yet! She whipped around with a faint hiss, lashing out with hooked claws at the other molly, narrowing her eyes at the insults. What a hypocritical rabbits-for-brains- Drizzlepaw summoned all the strength her wiry frame could supply and slammed her shoulder into the other she-cat’s, sending them both tumbling to the ground. She lashed out with sharp claws, panting slightly out of fright and adrenaline, kicking out with inexperienced form. The other she-cat was a far more experienced apprentice, and already the difference in skill was showing.

Oh, stars stars stars- once she got home, she internally vowed, she’d never lag behind on a patrol again. Not when she couldn’t call for help.

Drizzlepaw used Front Paw Strike and Desperate Blows, dealing 10 damage and costing 14 stamina.

Fernpaw
10/20 HP (-10)
43/60 SP

Drizzlepaw
9/20 HP
46/60 SP (-14)

Fernpaw hissed when the she-cat's claws reached her. But the pain didn't make her back down... it just boosted her adrenaline. Clearly, this Riverclan apprentice wasn't a fighter or wasn't as experienced. So, the white-grey furred molly decided to end it quickly: just give her a lesson to not be a brat and insult Windclan cats. She leapt towards Drizzlepaw and sunk her fangs into her right leg, right before slashing her cheek with her claws.

With that, Fernpaw was satisfied. The apprentice loved to pick a fight, but it wasn't in her heart to just torture another cat. She just wanted to win to prove herself to the clan. "If ever see you again anywhere near here, you will be coming with your tail between your legs again. This Gorge belongs to Windclan." She hissed, keeping her claws unsheathed in case the Riverclanner tried to do anything else.

Fernpaw used Snap (6 damage) and Swift Strike (5 damage), using 7 and 10 stamina points, respectively.

Fernpaw
10/20 HP
29/60 SP

Drizzlepaw
-2/20 HP
46/60 SP

Fox-dunged creature! Drizzlepaw staggered back with a hiss, feeling warm blood trickle down her leg and face. The other apprentice was barely scratched- ugh. She was on RiverClan territory! What the Dark Forest?!? Surely even WindClan wouldn’t send a lone apprentice to expand their borders- oh, this just might be the worst day of Drizzlepaw’s life so far. Losing this badly, and to another mere apprentice, too- and even worse, the rest of her patrol wasn’t terribly far off. Ugh. The wispy-pelted molly slowly backed off before turning to limp away, ears flat against her head. The Gorge belonged to WindClan, sure, but not all the way on this side, surely. Right?

The ginger-and-cream molly tossed one last baleful glare over her shoulder before turning to the long, painful walk home.