CALLING ALL REGIME MEMBERS!

Desolate stalked into the Regime camp. and yowled. "I WANT EVERY CAT HERE NOW! IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR USELESS FLANK OVER HERE I'LL HAVE YOUR EARS FOR A SNACK!" Desolate watched as everyone came together from wherever they were. "I want to know everyone's strength considering one of us just failed to catch a mouse. (NPC) So then. Every cat find a partner. fight. CLAWS UNSHEATHED!" Desolate shouted.

A giant orange tabby slunk out of the shadows with his claws unsheathed, his amber gaze piercing the soul of each and every cat that dared to return the look. He quietly stepped next to Desolate, appearing massive compared to his lean brother. The tom cleared his throat and looked towards him with an expecting gaze, wishing to be his partner.

At Desolate's sudden call ringing throughout the Regime camp, the gathered rogues began to assemble before the skinny tom. One particular ginger and white she-cat leaped off the dumpster she had been perched on and bounded to the front of the group. While the cats around her received their leader's words in expressionless silence, a faint of glimmer of apparent excitement shone in her pale-green eyes. Just when she had been getting bored. The corners of her maw twisted up in amusement as she eyed the shamed NPC. "What do you say, Stone? Want to be my partner?" Chase casually asked the large gray tom that she happened to be standing next to.

Dryad weakly crawled out of the den, multi-colored eyes looking nervously around. Her wounds were hardly healed. Hopefully nobody would notice her and she wouldn't have to battle train with anyone. Terrified, she slunk into the corner, wishing her fur was back instead of bright white. The shadows would be her friend until she was saved. Maybe by Boar or shade. The night before she had even dreamt of Blossompaw killing all of the rogues and saving her. For now, however, she just had to hope for the best.

Desolate's eyes locked on Dryad evilly. "Oh Dryad. I have a... Use for you." Not waiting for a response, Desolate continued. "I believe my dear Loaf has been left without a partner. Loaf, you wouldn't mind training for a bit with Dryad. Is that correct? Oh and when you finish... Training with her, ask Chase to guard her. We wouldn't want her escaping, now would we?"

OOC: I switched Tuxy to Chase since Tuxy is now dead.

Loaf narrowed his eyes as he turned towards the rogue, hatred clear in his amber gaze. Without a word, he padded over unsheathing his claws as he prepared to attack. Without even giving her the chance to ready herself, he sprung towards her, moving all his weight to his hind legs as his claws raked across her face and muzzle.

Loaf used Rear-up Slash, dealing 11 damage and costing 15 stamina.


Loaf:
45/45 HP
125/140 SP

Dryad:
34/45 HP
140/140 SP