A Difficult Training (CLOSED)

When that beast tore her son's ear, Silverfang's rage only grew. She didn't think. The warrior just leapt forward between the spotted tom and the dog with the purpose of blinding its eyes when her claws crossed its face from the forehead to the muzzle. She hissed and tasted pleased the blood that splashed on her face. "STAY AWAY FROM MY SON!" She shouted with all the air of her lungs.


On the other side, the deputy aided the pissed she-cat and he slashed the dog's neck with his claws. He could see that the huge predator was getting weaker at every attack and soon, the dog would be forced to retreat or die under the claws of the four RiverClanners.

Silverfang used Upright lock, dealing 14 damage and costing 25 stamina.
Jaystream used Rear-up to Slash, dealing 17 damage and costing 15 stamina.

Dog
35/150 HP
290/350 SP

Jaystream
80/100 HP
230/280 SP

Silverfang
30/60 HP
145/200 SP

Spotfur
15/45
130/160

Mosspaw
20/20 HP
60/80 SP

The canine had been furious, blinded by the hunger and the insolence of these food-creatures! His growl was deep with frustration and pain -- none of the food-creatures on his human's territory had ever hurt him before! They struggled and screeched as he tore into them -- even the tall white ones, with the fluffy curls and weird noises.

His humans were the ones that kicked him, chaining him to the tree -- but these food-creatures caused fire through the canine's body all by themselves!

The canine lunged to show the food-creatures where they belonged -- in his fangs! -- but without warning, he felt sharp, piercing agony down his face. He screeched in pain -- staggering back, feeling a warm, thick wetness drip into his eyes. His vision was blurred pinkishly as he whined piteously, backing sharply.

The silver creature had crimson on her claws and the canine suddenly recoiled. These weren't regular food-creatures! No! Feeling the burning fire throughout his body, the stinging stickiness matted in his dark pelt... The canine felt fear creep upon him, for the first time since he'd been tied to the tree.

With a last bark, he turned with the energy he still possessed -- running away, uncaring of the throbs down his injured leg and the red muddying his left eye.


Mosspaw watched the huge beast rear, its cry sharp and high-pitched as Silverfang's claws left bloody, spurting trails down its face. It was only a moment before it's staggering backwards became turning, then running -- leaving little trails of red in its wake as it fled, far from sight.

Spotfur seemed worse for wear beside him -- the upper side of his head covered in blood -- and Jaystream panted from his leaping attack. But Mosspaw wasn't paying attention to them. He was looking straight at his mentor -- intense and rippling from the battle, fury blazing in her eyes.

"Oh Starclan..." Mosspaw mewed, almost at a loss for words. "That was awesome!"

He practically bounced on his paws, forgetting about the icky stickiness there. Silverfang had just -- she'd been so awesome -- roaring and flying with her claws, and then the beast ran, and--

"How did you do that?!" the little black tom asked excitedly, fluttering around Silverfang's legs. "That was amazing! I can't believe it ran! It was huge, and then it got Spotfur, and I attacked it -- did you see me? -- but it didn't do anything. But when you slashed it -- oh! It was awesome!"

Spotfur sat down and put his paw to the bloody remnants of his ear. "It ripped off my ear, " he said disbelievingly. Had it been Mosspaw...