Long Live the Warrior...

Scorchclaw's jade-green gaze snapped up from Duckpuddle's motionless form. Shock was wearing off, rapidly being replaced by rage. Shadefang had killed her; he had really killed her. His fangs had ripped right through her throat, tearing away the future she could have had. Blood was quickly forming a pool around the she-cat's head. The grass was dyed a bright scarlet. If the she-cat had not jumped in front of him, intercepting the blow, it would be Scorchclaw who was lying on the ground instead. Warriors never killed, but Shadefang had. The fluffy deputy found himself shaking - not with fear, but at the fury flooding through his veins. He looked up just in time to see the hated tom fling himself at Spotfur, biting down hard on the spotted warrior's hind leg. A savage pop sounded through the air.

His paws were moving before he even realized they were. His surroundings were a blur as he charged at Shadefang. Only the short-furred tabby tom remained in perfect clarity in his vision. An enraged screech slipped from Scorchclaw's jaws. With all the strength his muscled body could muster, he slammed his massive paws down on Shadefang's head. "Let him go! He roared.

Scorchclaw used Upright Lock, dealing 17 damage and costing 25 stamina.

Scorchclaw
76/100 HP
235/280 SP

Shadefang
2/60 HP
130/200 SP

Spotfur was dazed. Sickly cracks and furious pain ripped through his leg. The world whirled around him and he flew to the ground and some of the pain stopped. Until some of it started again, in his flank. He lay shocked on the ground until he saw Shadefang get hit by Scorchclaw. He tried to pull himself to a sitting position, only to look down and scream.

His leg was gone. In its place, a gaping hole of blood and muscle. He nearly threw up to see a bone. So the tom looked back up, inching away. There were some cobwebs by the tree. Hopefully it really wasn't his time.

Which leg is it)

(OOC: Well, as I envisioned the battle in my head as I wrote the post, I saw his left leg being taken, so it can be that :3)

The sudden force of paws against his head dizzied Shadefang tremendously, and as his jaw slammed down into the ground his teeth crunched right through the ankle, shattering it into nothing. The harsh movement had also ripped more of Spotfur's skin away, and when he finally lifted his head up again to yank hard he flew back at the sound of a sickening tear of flesh. He collapsed to the ground, finding that the tom's leg had been completely ripped from his body and now hung broken and bloodied in his teeth.

He spat the leg out onto the ground as if it were a piece of crow-food, and he rounded on Spotfur once again. He had to finish the job; he was still able to move, seeming to be inching closer and closer to a patch of cobwebs that he saw as well. He ran towards the disabled warrior and readied to bite into his tail to drag him back so that he could finish him off.

(OOC: Now Scorchclaw can deal the final blow to knock Shadefang out, and the topic should be wrapped up in just a couple posts so that we can move on to the camp-wide topic. :3)

Scorchclaw's blow slammed the brown tabby warrior into the ground. In the next instant, Spotfur's left hind leg was torn completely from his body. Until that moment, the fluffy deputy had not believed that a cat could actually be capable of doing that. The gaping hole in the spotted warrior's body was the source of a spurting fountain of blood. As Shadefang sunk to the ground, he held the severed leg in his jaws. A wave of nausea rose up within Scorchclaw at the sight of the now mangled appendage. Spotfur screamed out. The whole thing seemed surreal, like a bad dream that one couldn't wake up from.

Spotfur was still alive. With his front paws, he was dragging himself to a nearby tree. A thick patch of cobwebs was located at the base of the trunk. They would serve to at least slow the bleeding - if it could be slowed, and if Spotfur could reach the tree. Shadefang was already back up on his paws. Once again, the younger warrior was closing in on him, reaching out to jerk him back...

Scorchclaw felt the explosion of force as his hind legs connected with Shadefang's side. Right before the murderous tom could sink his bloodstained teeth into the disabled warrior's tail, Scorchclaw kicked him as hard as he could.


Scorchclaw used Back Kick, dealing 16 damage and costing 15 stamina.

Scorchclaw
76/100 HP
220/280 SP

Shadefang
0/60 HP
130/200 SP

Shadefang is KO'ed.

Spotfur had never been so afraid for his life. It wasn't even adrenaline of battle, just simply fear. Because Shadefang was insane. The look in the other tom's eyes alone would make any cat turn tail, but he couldn't. Where was he to go? Shadefang was trapping him against the very tree he had wanted to get to.

Spotfur closed his eyes and prayed to Starclan that he wouldn't die. He had already begun to hyperventilate. But then a separate oomph made him open one eye and then the other. Scorchclaw stood over his defeated nephew. Shakily, he took a deep breath. Then he glanced back at Duckpuddle's body. "Are We just going to have to bring Shadefang back and send a patrol for D- Duckpuddle?" Then he began to put on some cobwebs to not much avail.

OOC: ...
I just imagined the Miraculous music when they break the akuma object and save the city
It went right when scorch kicked shade

The world spun, and his sides aches horribly. One side had been kicked, and the other had slammed into a rock when he stumbled and fell from the momentum of the sudden attack. He softly moaned, too dizzy to continue fighting.

He had failed. He had failed in killing Scorchclaw. All because Duckpuddle and Spotfur showed up. Well... now one was dead and the other was disabled. Hopefully his next chance of killing the deputy would actually succeed.

(OOC: I’ll make the follow-up camp-wide topic for Shadefang’s exile. :3

EDIT Here is the follow-up topic.)