Dew claws through raging bears (Closed)

Water rippled through a silver she-cat's fur as she emerged from the ever-flowing river. Her delicate light pads touched the hard stones warmed with sunlight as her weary muscles ached. She was strong, but aging. Her white muzzle had begun to trickle into the silver fur around her face. The look on her eyes tired, but alert. She was far from a very old she-cat. but Dewshine sometimes felt as if she had fought for eons. She remembered the blood and war cries that echoed once over these very stones. It made her pelt prickle along her back to think about.

Ivystar's war cry rang in her mind. The surging of RiverClan pelts, the cry of cats in shock and pain. The apprentice who had laid dead that day. Agony ripped through her chest at the memory, the body flickering and replacing itself with Firepaw. Her dear friend Flamewish too... had gone to join the stars. It was difficult for her to remember every cat who had taken part, but most hadn't lived. She was one of few who stood strong. The old guard, ready to retire yet too headstrong to admit it as she turned towards the RiverClan border.

Once when she was an apprentice, she had wondered at what lay behind it. Curiousity roused began to rattle at her skull as she took a couple steps forward. A quick glimpse. No cat could surely begrudge her that, besides she had to mark the border. Such a simple task was easy, and a couple stray steps would barely be glanced at. Hopefully... she scented the air and grimaced at the stench of ThunderClan. Too woodsy and powerful for her liking as she padded over the invisible line.

Never in his short life had the rocks the bordered the river on the Thunderclan side actually belonged to his clan and kin. His solo patrol head led him in the direction of Sunningrocks, to check the border in case there were any hints of unusual activity. Having already gone up against a Riverclan warrior before and heard the tales of Ivystar's cold-blooded ways, he had been trained to be vigilant and suspicious of the water-dwelling cats. His light, forest green gaze surveyed the undergrowth and the massive stones that towered over it. The rushing of the river could still be heard in the distance since it was not quite cold enough to freeze up yet. Nothing seemed quite out of the ordinary. The scent of fish and Riverclan was strong but that was to be expected.

A flash of grey fur caused his head to shoot up. That was not right. The warrior unsheathed his claws and headed in the direction of where he'd seen the other cat. Smell suggested Riverclan. And they stood on this side of the border. Another intruder. Within his chest built up a low hiss. Unable to control the heaviness of his footfalls, the warrior's attack would likely be expected. There was no point trying to hide it. He raced forward, as quickly as his mass allowed, and sprang with huge paws outstretched to bowl over the intruder. Once he had successfully pinned the other cat to the forest floor, Beartooth let out a growl, "This is Thunderclan territory. You do not belong here."

Beartooth used leap and hold on Dewshine, dealing 8 damage and using 10 stamina. Dewshine is held for 2 turns.

Beartooth
HP: 40/40
SP: 110/120

Dewshine
HP: 52/60
SP: 200/200

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

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'Effect Dice' : 5

While Dewshine's intentions were innocent, she didn't expect the sudden appearance of the large fanged Thunderclanner. She hissed in fear as he was suddenly upon her, his weight crashed heavily onto her back and she stumbled sideways. Her shoulder rammed into a small bit of old long burnt away bush. Fire seared over her shoulder as she was pinned to the forest floor, stunned and panting in fear for a good couple seconds before she attempted to fight back. As she tried to roll out of the pin, she noticed something wrong.

Her leg was numb. Her entire left foreleg felt as though it was drenched in the icy river of leaf bare. Tiny bits of pain flooded her shoulder as she tried to wrench it free with a yowl of pain.
"Let me go!" The demand was followed by a new attempt to rake claws against the thick furred tom's belly, but from her position in the pin she couldn't quite reach to do it. "I hadn't set more than a paw!"

"Your clan has already taken territory that does not belong to them. No Riverclan cat will step paw on my kin's land." The warrior's words were a cool snarl as he continued to pin her to the earth. In his adrenaline-fueled state, Beartooth did not notice the abnormal pain the older cat appeared to be in as she writhed underneath his solid grip. Claws sunk deep into the soft flesh and fur, pinning her to the ground. As he had said, Riverclan would not be allowed to get closer to the camp than the borders that had been set. While he held no disdain for the other clans and was merely fueled by a sense of duty as a warrior to protect and serve. And Riverclan had a history of threatening that peace. He had grown up on tales of Fishstar and Ivystar, both equally horrid in their own rights. Thunderclan and Windclan alike had suffered at the paws of these cats.

Beartooth's grasp only became more desperate as the recesses of his mind seemed to instantly drudge up the memories at the overwhelming scent of fish. Since an apprentice, he had learned and trained and memorized. The atrocities of the neighboring clan were not something easily forgotten. And in his fight mode, seemed to have surfaced. He held her there not even thinking about the fact that there was a possibility of a patrol nearby or that there could be any other cat to make this a dangerous situation for him. The tabby tom was driven purely by an instinct that came naturally to him and had been supplemented by training. His green gaze was hardened as he stared down at the she-cat with bared teeth, not a single thought ran through his head beyond a fleeting idea of how much he wanted to chase her back into Riverclan territory.

Beartooth continued to use leap and hold on Dewshine, dealing 8 more damage. Dewshine is held for 1 more turn.

Beartooth
HP: 40/40
SP: 110/120

Dewshine
HP: 44/60
SP: 200/200

Dewshine's ears flattened to her skull at Beartooth's words. She twisted violently beneath him and managed to make her good paw jab him in the chest as she pulled herself free from his teeth and claws.
"I'm not here to take anything." She spat, skidding sideways away with an awkward limp that nearly caused her to trip. Her delicate silver fur was marred by fresh blood where his claws had pierced her shoulder. The rediculous long teeth and claws of Beartooth making her wary as she backed up further onto sunningrocks.

Dewshine used Duck-and-Twist, breaking free of leap-and-hold


Beartooth
HP: 35/40 (-5)
SP: 110/120

Dewshine
HP: 44/60
SP: 175/200 (-25)

"Regardless, you should not be here. There is no excuse for crossing borders. You are a warrior, you should know that." Beartooth snarled as he was thrown off balance and stumbled to the side of the Riverclan cat. As she backed up towards Sunningrocks, the tabby felt the tension in his shoulders relax slightly. She was moving away from their territory, away from his kin and his clan. But something had still possessed her to trespass and that was not to be taken lightly. Shifting the weight to his hindlegs, Beartooth's bulky frame rose into the air as he lashed out with hefty paws. Once again he connected with the flesh of his enemy. That would drive her away further, making sure she would not be so quick to return.

Beartooth used Rear-Up to Slash, dealing 9 damage and using 15 stamina.

Beartooth
HP: 35/40
SP: 95/120

Dewshine
HP: 35/60
SP: 175/200

(OOC: Not great I know ><)

"Well now you're on RiverClan territory! So leave me alone!" Dewshine hissed, her paws slipped on the smooth stones of sunningrocks as she felt her foreleg grow numb and cause her to stumble. Desperately, she reared up and struck a high-blow at his face. Her foreleg tingling as she landed weakly and forced her weight onto her other side to stop the disturbing numbness that wasn't fading as fast as she wanted.


Dewshine used Rear-Up to Slash.

Beartooth
HP: 22/40 (-13)
SP: 95/120

Dewshine
HP: 35/60
SP: 150/200 (-15)

At her words, his ears pricked from their flattened fight-engaged state. Riverclan territory? As the red began to fade from the edge of his vision, the tabby warrior realized that his paws had in fact crossed the scent line as their squabble carried them closer to the Suniingrocks. He growled lowly, cursing himself internally for such a misstep. Even if this piece of land was on their side of the river and genuinely belonged to the forest-dwelling clan, Riverclan had unrightfully claimed these lands. Beartooth hated it but it was warrior code to respect the borders. With one final malcontented snort of breath, he turned and returned his paws to Thunderclan's land. Even if there had been a dispute, it was she who had set pawstep into his territory. As he headed back for camp, the tom didn't think much more of the battle that had occurred. It was merely one of many others that he had been a part of.