The Apprentice Games [For All of Skyclan]

The member 'Transient Days' has done the following action : Dices roll

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'Hunting Dice' : 1

Ripplepaw's ear perked up. Rabbit. That was what WindClan dung hea- uh, cats - ate. Well, if they could do it, so could she! She decided to try keep on the ground for this one, as she skirted around trees, trying to keep up a steady pace. The sound of voices barely even reached her mind, which was focused only on the task ahead. She was no good at hunting, her only strength with it being her ability to climb, so she fully expected to miss this piece of prey. Still, she gave the air a hopeful sniff, and the scent of rabbit flooded her senses as she dropped into a hunting crouch, trying to pinpoint the speedy prey. She spotted the flash of white, but couldn't even pounce. It was speeding directly towards her, and didn't even sense the need to run from her as it dodged her. Head titled in confusion, she turned to where it was running from, and her eyes widened in sudden fear. She was sprinting back to the group of cats as fast as possible, her yowl cutting through the air.

"Fox!"

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A vixen was chasing the apprentice, her teeth bared and her muscles rippling beneath her thick red fur. She was hungry. Leafbare had an effect on her, too, and although Newleaf was on the way, she couldn't wait forever. With an angered snarl, she put on a quick burst of speed, catching the apprentice by the hind leg with her powerful jaws and clamping down hard, satisfied at the crunch beneath her teeth.

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Ripplepaw let out a loud yowl of pain. She had almost reached the group before she felt teeth fasten in her leg, and winced at the sickening crunch and the hot, wet blood on her leg. Before she knew it, spots of black were invading her vision, impossible to blink away. The apprentice slipped away from reality, losing consciousness and falling with a thud to the ground.

Fox used Iron Bite, dealing 30 damage and costing 20 stamina.

Ripplepaw
KO

Fox
90 HP
270 SP

The member 'Titanium' has done the following action : Dices roll

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'Hunting Dice' : 10

"I'm happy to have you home, son." Rippedsky managed softly, stepping forwards to butt his head into Willowflight's shoulder. For a moment, he breathed in the scent of the grey and black tom. He smelled so strange in comparison to the young Skyclanner that once was. His and Cherrymist's kit seemed so much older than when he had last seen them. So many moons had passed, moons where he had been left to think that something had killed the tom like had happened to his mother. But, that was not the case. Somehow he had been brought back to the clan and seemingly okay. Nothing more came out of the deputy. But, he took a step back as he heard the soft squeak of a rabbit off to the side somewhere. The games were still happening. He needed to come back to the moment. In this time of celebration, he could reintroduce Willowflight to the clan as well.

There were so many emotions running through the old tom. His mind raced as he tried to process what did not seem real, yet was. Rippedsky turned to Willowflight, prepared to explain what was happening in the clan right now, this celebration of newleaf, but something stopped him. A yowl cut through the air and immediately his blood ran cold. They'd had issues with foxes in the past and the painfilled cry that followed after could only mean one thing. His tail flicked to call Blossomheart to follow him. Brokenpaw didn't need to get involved and he hoped the apprentice wouldn't be foolish enough to follow. He glanced briefly over at Willowflight, silently begging his son to stay here. After missing him for so long, there was no way he could lose him again right away. But, there was no time to say anything. Without thinking about it he raced towards the direction of Ripplepaw's sound. The scent of the fox was drawn into his nostrils until it was overwhelming and he finally came upon the scene.

Immediately, Rippedsky was overwhelmed with anger towards the creature and a strong defensive nature. This thing had hurt one of his clan's apprentices! And not far off, the rest of the clan and their kits were too. If he didn't take down the beast, there was no doubt it would quickly make its way over to where it could find an easier target. A vicious snarl rose in his throat and the tom reared up onto his hindlegs between the vixen and Ripplepaw. With unsheathed claws, he lashed out repeatedly at his face and nose, hoping to distract and confuse it. This thing wouldn't hurt any other cat. The thought of anything happening to the sweet apprentice that lay bleeding on the forest floor drove him on. Through the flurry of claws, he managed to yowl to the couple of cats that were nearby, "Get her out of here! Get Mintpaw!"

Rippedsky used rear up to slash on the fox, dealing 17 damage and using 15 stamina.
Rippedsky also used swift strike, dealing 7 damage and using 10 stamina.

Rippedsky
100/100
255/280

Fox
66/90
270/290

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Not far off from where the action was taking place, Mumblefoot had been dealing with a fight of his own... keeping kits entertained. Redkit and Drizzlekit had tried to dart off in so many directions he wasn't quite sure which way was up anymore. For what seemed like the hundredth time, the young warrior tried to instruct them to stay in a certain spot for a little while. They were a pawful for sure. Finally, he sighed in defeat and resigned to just follow them around instead. As long as they weren't doing anything too dangerous, he figured it would be okay. Although part of him still fretted for his little kit, the black and white tom said nothing as he quickly padded after them. When a call rose up through the air, his pelt prickled instantly and it took fighting every instinct not to jump. Fox!

His eyes widened as he looked at the kits. Looking over them panic rose in his chest. Something could happen to them if he wasn't able to make them listen. Urgency and a bit of fear made him snap for the first time ever, "Stay here! Do not move!"

Mumblefoot's body told him to run, to bolt, to hide in the opposite direction. But, he unsheathed his claws to convince himself this was real. He had to be brave. If nothing else mattered, it was Drizzlekit who would easily be snapped up in the jaws of the russet-colored creature. The young warrior had faced these things twice before now. On the first occasion, he had simply flattened himself to the ground and hid like a coward as Crowstar sacrificed two of his lives for him and his sister. The snapping, blood-stained jaws were the worst thing to him. Something mattered more now than his safety than the thought of him being torn apart by those teeth, more than anything else. Drizzlekit. He needed to protect the kit. Nothing, not even the overwhelming thudding inside his chest, would stop that.

Like a flash, the swift warrior burst into the clearing. He froze in horror as he took in the sight of Ripplepaw bleeding on the ground. His father was already there, bravely standing against the creature to defend the clan. For the first time ever, Mumblefoot let out a snarl of his own and dove forwards. The world around him seemed to fade away as he was lost in his new cause. To defeat the fox that threatened the existense of his kit. The pounding of his heart didn't fade, nor did the numbing fear, but he simply didn't notice it as he threw himself at the vixen. This thing was going to die under his claws, even if it meant getting injured himself. This time, Mumblefoot wouldn't turn away.

Mumblefoot used run and tackle on the fox, dealing 9 + 3 damage, and using 10 stamina.

Mumblefoot
45/45
150/160

Fox
54/90
270/290

Drizzlekit squeaked softly in surprise when her father snapped at her. Mama never yelled at her. She gaped at him and watched his black and white pelt disappear into the surrounding forest. What was wrong? She didn't do something bad did she? Unable to help herself, the she-kit followed after Mumblefoot clumsily, peeking around a tree to find out what was going on in the clearing. Was Mama okay? What if he got hurt?

At Blossomheart's words, Willowflight felt a rush of exhaustion-filled relief. For once in his life, stress visibly left his body when she offered for him to go back to camp. He needed to escape for a while, get his fuzz-brained mind back to thinking actual sane thoughts after a long, long nap. Her words screwed his head back straight, emotions no longer embarrassingly bubbling over like some kit.

"Yeah." The tired warrior replied to Blossomheart and looked away from his father to calm down. As the claws of stress let go of their hold on the irritable tom, suddenly it felt almost impossible to keep from collapsing like a newborn fawn. He needed to sleep now.

Before he could pad away in the direction of camp, Rippedsky's scent suddenly grew closer as he headbutted his shoulder and told the irritable tom that he was glad he was back. Willowflight had no idea how to reply to that. His insides twisted with overwhelming emotions again, but didn't leak in his eyes this time, content to stay within the grumbly tom's gray and black-striped pelt. Thank Starclan.

But before Willowflight could finally leave to sleep, a pain-filled yowl sounded into the woods and the scent of fox filled his nostrils. "Mouse-dung," he swore outloud. He wanted to fight so badly, but he had walked so long to get back home that he had seen three sunrises in a row. If he went, Willowflight knew he would only make things worse. At his father's look, familiar irritation rose in him. When he was an apprentice, he would've followed him out of spite. But Willowflight decided to compromise with himself. There was no way he could stay here. So instead, he'd follow slowly- to save his strength. He won't get there right away, but if Willowflight ran, he knew he'd be out like a light by the time he got to the fox.

Brokenpaw was happy to stay where he was, he'd never fought and didn't desire to have to fight for his life against a fox without any experience. Especially not after it took out the other apprentice so quick.

Content to sit where he was, he noticed small Drizzlekit take off after Mumblefoot. You've got to be kidding me, he thought. Seeing that no one else noticed the little kit wander away, he called after her, "Drizzle!! Come back!" When she kept heading toward the fight, Brokenpaw went after her.

Mintpaw didn't need to be called- she had been walking through the forest on her own, ready to aid the others when she had heard a shout. With her herb bundle still clutched it her jaws, the small apprentice hadn't hesitated. Her murky green eyes scanning the trees as she dodged bushes and leaped over roots, hunting for the battle. Nothing... nothing... Wait! Mintpaw skidded to a stop as she saw a flash of red through the trees. Fueled by pure adrenaline, Mintpaw barreled through the undergrowth.
"Oh my Starclan...!"
Mintpaw had arrived just in time to see Mumblefoot throw himself at the fully-grown vixen, hissing and spitting furiously alongside her father, Rippedsky. The Skyclan deputy was standing in front of something...
Mintpaw's breath caught in her throat. One of the younger apprentices was lying on the ground, her eyes shut, blood pooling around her. Without hesitating, the small apprentice made a beeline straight towards the young she-cat, pulling her as quickly as possible out of harm's way, to the edge of the clearing. Ripplepaw was too heavy to carry back to camp alone. Mintpaw would need help, and until then, the best she could do was patch up Ripplepaw's leg. Oh Starclan, why wasn't she more prepared?
The young apprentice nosed through her bundle, cursing to herself. "Cobwebs... marigold... foxdung." Mintpaw bent over her quarry, doing her best to patch up the apprentice's leg. It was temporary, but it was the best she could do. With a hiss, Mintpaw crouched over Ripplepaw, facing the fox. She was no good at fighting, and she could only hope that Rippedsky and Mumblefoot would be able to hold the vixen off until help arrived.

Mintpaw used Minor Heal, giving 5 HP to Ripplepaw and losing 10 SP

Ripplepaw
5/20 HP
80/80 SP

Mintpaw
35/35
80/90

Tigerpaw had been dragging her rabbit back to camp with some difficulty when a sharp yowl of pain suddenly pierced the air. Immediately, the striped apprentice knew that something bad must have happened. As quickly as she could, she began to make her way towards the source of the yowl. It was difficult to run while carrying such a big piece of prey; it was heavy and impeded her moment. More than once, she almost tripped. Still, she clung it firmly to it with her jaws. The yowl she had heard filled her with dread, and she was too occupied with finding out what had happened to think straight. Had one of her clanmates been hurt? Before long, she stumbled into the clearing. Tigerpaw's eyes widened with horror when she took in the scene before her. A large animal was currently engaged in a fierce battle with Rippedsky and Mumblefoot. The air was filled with the metallic tang of blood and the vile scent of fox. Not far away, a large pool of blood had formed on the ground, and a bloody trail was leading away from it. She followed the bloody trail with her eyes to where Mintpaw had dragged Ripplepaw. Her heart almost stopped when she saw that Ripplepaw's eyes were closed. Finally letting go of the rabbit in her mouth, she sprinted over to the other two apprentices. "Mintpaw, she's going to be okay, right?" She asked the medicine cat apprentice, mouth dry. Part of her knew that she should be helping Rippedsky and Mumblefoot, but fear filled her when she thought of taking on ferocious red beast with the limited fighting knowledge that she had. What if all she all she did was get in the way? "I-is there anything I can do to help?" She asked, wanting to know if there was anything she could do for the wounded apprentice.

The vixen was starting towards the injured apprentice when claws caught her face and muzzle. Confused, she backed away a step or two, only to be sent to the ground by a younger cat. She was running on adrenaline now, and anger, which fuelled her desire to kill. These cats stole her meal. Well, she would have to make do with a bigger piece of prey. She set her sights on the smaller one, her teeth meeting in his scruff as she shook him violently and flung him to one side. Her little, young apprentice had been dragged away, but oh well. She would get a bigger reward now.

Fox used Thrash, dealing damage 20 and costing 20 stamina.

Fox
54/90 HP
250/290 SP

Mumblefoot
25/45 HP
150/160 SP

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Ripplepaw's eyes opened slowly, blinking multiple times to adjust to the light when moments ago she had been swallowed by darkness. At first, everything was a blur, but when she was still again, she could focus her vision. She saw Mintpaw, and it was around this time that she felt all the agony of her damaged leg. It took all that she was not to yowl aloud in pain. She bit the inside of her lip, thankful for the help but unable to do much about it. Dimly, she sensed that Tigerpaw had arrived too. She tried not to move much, in case it only made her wound worse. Inside, she felt riddled with guilt. If she wasn't such an awful hunter and fighter, maybe the fox wouldn't have come, and she would have a rabbit as a reward. But, no, she had to encounter a viscous, bloodthirsty beast intent on ripping them all to pieces. Oh, joy.

OOC: Oops, forgot about this. Can I just roll 3 dice and catch up on hunting?

IC: Echo saw the fox fighting them from the place where she hid. She didn't want to fight. She was too scared. But a part of her wanted to protect these cats. She shook her head and leaped at the fox. She knew she was in danger, but she did it anyway. She quickly sliced at the fox's thigh and snarled.

Echo used Front Paw Strike, dealing 6 damage and costing 10 stamina

Echo
20/20 HP
70/80 SP

Fox
48/90 HP
250/290 SP

The member 'Winterpaw' has done the following action : Dices roll

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'Hunting Dice' : 1, 1, 6

ooc: you are still welcome to have her hunt for the requirement, but tigerpaw has already won this round :) fighting practice will be next... after we fight this fox

Mumblefoot felt the sharp teeth of his nightmares tear into his flesh. His mind couldn't seem to form a thought as he was jostled back and forth. It seemed like it would never end. And then, he was thrown across the clearing, hitting the ground in a jarring and ungraceful matter. Teeth seemed to grate together in what the was most unpleasant feeling and sound. For a moment, he didn't move. The tailless tom couldn't think enough to move. It took a moment for the ringing in his head to cease. Then, he remembered Drizzlekit and his eyes snapped open. The searing pain disappeared underneath the pounding adrenaline. Blood stained his pelt and the forest floor. Unlike the cat who cowered on the ground moons earlier, he leaped to his paws and charged at the creature.

While it was preoccupied with the others of his clan who clawed away at its russet fur, he leaped onto its back and dug in with all might. This thing needed to be stopped so it wouldn't hurt his kit or any more apprentices. Hisses broked from his maw as he gritted his teeth and held on. There were no thoughts of being a brave warrior, merely the thoughts of ridding the forest of this awful animal.

Mumblefoot used leap and hold on the fox, dealing 9 damage and using 10 stamina. Fox is held for 1 turns.

Mumblefoot
25/45 HP
140/160 SP

Fox
39/90 HP
250/290 SP

Rippedsky's eyes widened as the fox threw his son across the clearing. He had never thought Mumblefoot would stand against such a creature. For a brief second, while Echo lashed out at the vixen, he willed his son to stand once more. As the warrior did, a quick sigh of relief left his maw and he turned back to lash out once more. Seeing the young she-cat attack, the deputy found himself filled with worry that she would meet the same fate as Ripplepaw.

"Be careful, Echo!" He yowled, launching himself forwards to catch its attention. The black and white tom rose up onto his hindlegs once more only to bring them down and rip at its fur. Claws tore away at the fox's muzzle, repeatedly causing red welts to rise up around its ears, nose, and eyes. Any cat would have been screaming in pain. But hopefully, this would be enough to weaken it for now.

Rippedsky used upright lock on the fox, dealing 17 damage and using 25 stamina.

Rippedsky
100/100
230/280

Fox
22/90
270/290

Dice

The member 'Saint Ripped' has done the following action : Dices roll

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'Effect Dice' : 2