Skirmish in the Shade [closed]

The usual foul stench of the Thunderpath was muffled by the thick snow that clumped about in looming piles on the hard, frozen ground. Shadepaw's mouth dropped open to taste the air further for any scents- the Windclan scent markers were even more faint than usual. "Typical Windclan. They're probably too busy crippling apprentices to actually mark their borders for once!" He thought with a scowl, padding towards the edge of the Thunderpath to spray his own mark upon the Shadowclan side. The cold, prey-less season was attributing to his foul mood, and Shadepaw wanted nothing more to sink his claws and teeth into something to warm himself up; whether it was a cat or prey, it didn't really matter at this point. His belly was cramping painfully due to how empty it was, and his pads felt like they were on fire from trekking across the frozen, incredibly hard mud.

"Silentpaw, where are you?"  He called irritably, his amber eyes scathing as he scanned for his younger, slightly smaller denmate. "It's too cold to be waiting around for you- I want to go hunting before we return to camp so Leopardfang doesn't tear our pelts off and give them to the elders." He huffed, whiskers twitching to clear themselves of the small, crystalline flakes that were rapidly collecting upon them. Turing to stare at the unusually quiet Thunderpath, Shadepaw looked out at the frozen, completely empty moor with a glimmer of satisfaction- no matter how hungry the rest of the Clan's were, Windclan always went the hungriest; probably because Starclan deemed it fit for a bunch of apprentice attacking foxhearts.



ooc) let's all let these boi's f i g h t. There can be tons of trash talking prior to the fight as well.

OOC: Major trash talking starts...now!

Sprucethorn padded along the edge of the ThunderPath,his head and tail held high as per usual.The tom was grateful for his long thick brown pelt,but it was a pain to groom.He lifted his nose to scent the air and the foul reek of ShadowClan burned his nostrils.I bet it's that silver she-cat,Hazeflight and her stupid apprentice...Oh,if I see her she,I'll give her a scar to go with the one Duskstorm gave her.As he thought about Duskstorm he turned to check on his friend.After Rippedpaw had left these two had been nearly inseperale and were the duo of WindClan,the toms the she-cat's loved.They were very popular so to speak.Sprucethorn's emerald eyes flicked to the other side of the ThunderPath,where he saw where the stench of ShadowClan was coming from.To his disappointment it was not Hazeflight but two toms.

The urge to tear them apart was building up inside of him.With a smirk he sauntered towards the border,tail waving in the air and chest puffed out.Sprucethorn paced the border baiting them so if they attacked him he had an actual excuse to cause some serious damage."Oi,you ShadowClan toms having fun in your cesspit of a home?Bet you wish you could live in the gorgeous moors of WindClan!Well to bad,we don't except fleapelts and foxhearts!" Sprucethorn taunted unsheathing and sheathing his claws in anticipation.

Shadepaw's ears flicked as he heard a challenging call coming from across the Thunderpath, and his eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of the dark brown tom whom he had seen at the Gathering a few nights prior with Twistedpaw- Sprucepaw was his name if he remembered correctly. A snort of amusement escaped his lips as he stared over at the dark brown Windclan tom, strutting about- if he got anymore full of himself, he'd pop. "Ah yes, the gorgeous, constantly empty collection of two hills you call your territory- who wouldn't want that? How does it feel knowing that your pathetic inbred Clan has the smallest sliver of territory in the forest?" Shadepaw called back, his already deep voice heavy with sarcasm and scorn.

"I'm actually quite relieved I'm not part of your filthy, apprentice-murdering Clan- at least in Shadowclan I have a leader who's competant and I don't have to worry about taking my sister as my own mate!" He jeered, subtly jabbing at how weepy and pathetic of a leader Ashstar had seemed to be as of late and how things seemed to be a bit confused in Windclan when it came to the subject of mates. Unsheathing his unusually long, hooked claws into the cold snow, Shadepaw felt his blood began to heat at the prospect of a challenge that the Windclan tom seemed to be offering- nothing would warm him up more than tearing out tufts of the overzealous tom's tangled fur. A twinge of guilt tugged at him slightly as he realized that this was Twistedpaw's clanmate that he planned on tearing to shreds, but he quickly locked it away in the deepest corner of his mind as his tail lashed.

It was working,all he had to do was push it a little further.Then the fun would start."It may be small,but at least we don't wade around in muck all day.It would destroy my lovely pelt,don't you agree,Duskstorm?Well,enough about me and my handsomeness,let's talk about the subject of leaders you picked up on earliar."he shot back.His emerald gaze traced back to Duskstorm.Say something,Duskstorm.Time to make them pay for what they did to Squirrelpaw.Sprucethorn's fluffy tail waved around eagerly.He turned back round to face Shadepaw before continuing"As you are more than likely aware of,your leader is insane.You say he is competant but I do not think lying to yourself is a skill to be encouraged.Now back to Thrushstar,he's old and on his last life...I think.He'll be dead soon,at least my leader is not insane and will live a long life.Oh,and by the way I have no sisters so I have nothing to worry about.But none the less thank you for your concern." Sprucethorn's smirk grew.If the tom didn't attack he clearly had been well mentored or had no idea what he was talking about.He sighed deeply and picked up his paw,mulling over it in a bored way before placing it back down.

Silentpaw had just sunk his claws into a toad when he heard his older denmate yell for him. He rolled his green eyes in amusement as he sunk his teeth into the toad, killing it, before digging a hole and burying it. "Coming! Just found a toad while you were busy staring at the Thunderpath." He joked, laughing slightly. He had just padded out of the cover of the pines to stand next to Shadepaw when he saw a brown tom approach the other side of the Thunderpath. WindClan. Those flea-pelts always seem to be looking for trouble. "Gorgeous moors?" he snorted, "Right.." He meowed, rolling his eyes again, this time annoyed. He kept quiet after that letting Shadepaw do most of the talking. He stood facing the tom, fluffy, black pelt fluffed out against the cold and claws flexing. The WindClanner seemed to be itching for a fight and he couldn't help but narrow his eyes. The nerve of these guys.. he thought incredulously. He knew WindClan had been in a fight not too long ago and one of their warriors seemed to be ready for another already.

ooc: hey whoever attacks Silentpaw, could you give him a scar across his eye? but it wouldn't hit his actual eye.

Shadepaw understood the angle that the Windclan tom was trying to dig at- to ruffle his fur enough to the point that he would attack them without any sort of logical strategy. Yawning, he sat down as Silentpaw padded up beside him; all of his previous irritation and blood lust melted away into a cold sense of amusement. "Thrushstar may be old," He conceded, looking at Sprucethorn with a ambivilant expression as he spoke, "But at least my leader isn't some quivering, pathetic she-cat who would allow all of her cats to be slaughtered to protect her meaningless, self-righteous son. So while Ashstar may live a long life, you will not because she would tear your throat out with her own teeth if it meant that no cat would pluck a single whisker from Smokepelt's face."" Shadepaw purred in amusement, recalling the gossip over how easily Windclan lost in their own camp. "Dragged from their dens and beaten mercilessly in their own camp- what a shame." He reflected, rather gleefully.

"And you're welcome, I'm so thrilled that you appreciate my concern! I'm delighted to hear that your mother's kit-bearing parts shrived up in disgust the moment she saw your ugly face slide from her belly. She saved us all from having to deal with not one, but several cross-eyed rogues who desperately cling to the title of 'warrior' to make their pathetic existence feel like it actually has some meaning. Speaking of this topic, where is your mother? I'd love to give her a personal thank you for saving the gene pool from the most horrid fate." He smirked, glancing over at Silentpaw, his amber eyes glowing in amusement. Lazily he began to scratch at his ear, watching Sprucethorn with twitching whiskers- Windclan could never chew what they bit off.

OOC: Sorry have no time to read! And i had to destroy Shadepaw sorry!

IC: As Sprucethorn looked him he spat. "Maybe some ShadowClan cats should learn some respect and stop tearing apprentice's throats out!" Angry and irritated he was the first to make a move. "Maybe you mangy excuses of cats should stay away from us!"



Shadepaw is K.O. Not sorry!

OOC:Dude!!!It was trash talking then Sprucethorn versus Shadepaw.Just chill for like two secs and let us enjoy their trash talking.Therefore Shadepaw is going to trash talk back to Sprucethorn.Also we're trying to get Shadepaw to attack first,it would make them to long way less guiltier.AHHH my post keeps resetting!

Sprucethorn took a deep breath,letting his new found anger wash away.The tom fixed his emerald green eyes on Shadepaw daring him to say something more.It was fun taunting him so he kept at it."Fine,stick with your old,crippled and insane leader.It doesn't really matter to me as it doesn't effect me ,but your deputy is following in his footsteps.Have you seen how Leopardfang neglects his family,Duskstorm?It's pure foxhearted!"he spat his smirk reappearing and widening so.

ooc@ Holly Pineapple:) This isn't getting anywhere, so in your next post call Shade part kittypet and he'll attack~



Shadepaw snorted in amusement as Sprucethorn changed the subject once more, desperately attempting to find some sort of weak point to exploit. He rolled his eyes at Duskstorm, who just not decided he wasn't entirely blind, deaf, and mute apparently. "Hey kit, why don't you just go back to the nursery and let the real warriors finish their talk?" He hummed with a flick of his ear, turning back to face Sprucethorn.  Settling down into a more comfortable sitting position that kept his haunches at least some what clear of the snow, he listened to the Windclan tom ramble about Leopardfang with a look of amusement on his face, whiskers twitching. "And I thought those massive ears of yours would be good for something, but apparently all they're good for is listening to gossip from a few dying elders. Every cat with a brain that they actually use knows that Webtail was a traitor who deserved to have his eyes pecked out by crows, so Leopardfang "neglecting" a traitor to the Warrior Code and Starclan is a light punishment." He yawned once more, lifting his massive paw to stare at the fur that billowed at the pads. "But I guess in Windclan you're used to having murderous foxhearts among you who can "do no wrong", so I guess it's not your fault that you're not used to seeing a cat who doesn't believe they're mangy kit wasn't sent by Starclan." Shadepaw added, shrugging his shoulders as he remembered how weepy Ashstar tended to become over the subject of her son. "Also, I hate to break it to you, but if you keep smirking like that, your face is gonna get stuck like that. How unfortunate would that be? An already ugly, featureless tom with his face forever frozen into some slobbering grin- you must really be a hit with the she-cat's when you drool all over them." He mewed with a bored tone, continuing to stare at his paw before plucking a few stray hairs on his pad, not really paying full mind to the two Windclan toms.

"Like you're any better than me."Duskstorm shot back. "Were you born yesterday cause I don't think you ShadowClancats have any common sense." he hissed at Silentpaw. "You really live up to your name Silentpaw!" Duskstorm empathized a lot on his name.

OOC: Haha the trouble is brewing.

Silentpaw watched through slitted eyes as the WindClan cats hurled "insult" after "insult" trying desperately to provoke them. He was alright with staying quiet. It seemed to just make the WindClan warriors more angry, which he wasn't going to complain about. It was actually quite funny. His green eyes shone in amusement as Duskstorm threw a really, in his opinion, lame insult. Was that supposed to offend him? He liked being quiet. It allowed him to observe and hear things he wouldn't otherwise hear or see. He laughed loudly, "Really? Is that all you've got? You're right. I am quiet, but at least I'm not desperately trying to start a fight with a couple of apprentices.." He snorted mockingly. "You're quite arrogant and honestly that not gonna get you anywhere." He meowed simply. "You talk all high and mighty, but inside your probably just a scared kitty-pet." He meowed smoothly, his green gaze burning with hatred. He glanced to Shadepaw and rolled his eyes once more, "What frog-brains." He murmured to his denmate.

OOC:Duskstorm is a crappy trash talker.

"Frog brained yourself." Duskstorm smirked. "How do you know that ShadowClan isn't so tainted with kitty-pet blood?" he whispered to Sprucethorn and then yelled at them. "You think I'm [/i]arrogant?[/i]I think you should take a look at yourself."

Sprucethorn chuckled."Keep telling yourself that,Shadepaw.You ShadowClan warriors are so conceited you don't even realsise when your stupid clan and leader are crumbling before your very eyes.Of course,though a half kittypet like you would never be able to tell when something so obvious happening.Furthermore if I was so ugly why do I have a mate?Twistedpaw's her name and she's perfect,gorgeous eyes and a beautiful pelt.She is by far the best cat in all the clans and she's mine!The best you could do is probably that Hazeflight with her filthy flea coated pelt and scarred face.Your clan is truly pathetic,kittypet!"he hissed.The tom lifted a paw and brought it over his muzzle brushing the fur out of his eyes.He glanced towards Duskstorm nodding in agreement."They most certainly are frogbrains not to mention foxhearts.Oh,and Siletpaw keep your stupid little mouth shut,unless you want is shut permantly for you.All you have to do is ask."he meowed icily.Lazily,Sprucethorn yawned closing his eyes in a slow blink.He could tell that Shadepaw was about to break and it pleased him.

OOC:Fight starts now.You gonna get wrecked by Sprucethorn boiii!

"I feel sorry for your so-called underaged "mate"- I don't know why any cat would choose to have to deal with you for any longer than they have to. I pity Windclan as well- having to deal with witless, bigoted rat-faced monstrosities. In fact I believe that they'll leave your kits out for the crows as soon as they see them." Shadepaw retorted, rolling his eyes at Sprucethorn's words. He bared his sharp teeth at the tom- pleased to note that despite the fact that he was still only an apprentice, he nearly towered over Sprucethorn; being a Shadowclan cat really did have it's advantages."And perhaps you should stop defending your little mate" He snorted, jerking a forepaw in Duskstorm's direction, "And let him learn to use his tongue."

A deep snarl welled up in his throat at the tom's jeer towards his kittypet heritage- word really did travel fast, didn't it? Blood roared in his ears and the edges of his vision blurred into a dull, colorless mass of snow and dead trees, and the world seemed to slow down greatly. The Thunderpath was thankfully empty, and he didn't even feel the rough surface of the road tear at his paws as he hurled himself forward with a speed greater than any Windclan cat could truly achieve. All the skillful swipes, strikes and techniques were dropped in his rage-induced stage and Shadepaw hurled himself at Sprucethorn with a bellowing roar so loud that it sent near-by birds into the sky and seemed to shake the snow from the trees and bushes.


Shadepaw used Run-And-Tackle, dealing -6 in Damage, -10 in Stamina.

Shadepaw:
20/20 HP
70/80 SP

Sprucethorn:
36/40 HP
120/120 SP


ooc:) I think it's safe to say that although Shade physically loses the fight, he won verbally haha.

OOC: I'm not gonna kill Silentpaw in one go.

IC:"Underage? Well at least i have a mate that better your future one! Her name's Pantherlily and yours will be Uglyface."Duskstorm hissed weirdly. "Oh Silentflowerwill you be my mate?" he shot at Silentpaw mockingly interpretation.

Duskstorm used Tail Yank dealing 5 damage and -10 stamina.

Duskstorm:
45/45HP
150/160SP

Silentpaw:
15/20HP
80/80SP