Frog Knows No Bounds

Frog trudged through the forest, which was blanketed with a sheet of snow up to her hocks. The sleek grey ShadowClan apprentice was tired of going on hunting patrols! Since her mentor was too busy to give her the time of day, she was behind in learning how to hunt in the snow compared to apprentices her age. All their mentors took them out as soon as it stopped snowing! Frog thought hotly, scuffing snow. She glared around, her green eyes sparking with fury. Everything's hidden! How am I supposed to find anything? She had been out for what felt like moons already, struggling to detect any movement beneath the fluffy white barrier on the ground. She had been considering giving up when she realized that her paws had almost taken her all the way to the tunnel that led to Fourtrees.

And WindClan's territory, Frog thought, her tail shooting up as she began to trot a bit clumsily through the snow towards the tunnel. WindClan's all flat! she thought with naive triumph as she made her way into the tunnel and out onto WindClan's side. Nothing could possibly hide out there! I'm going to bring back another rabbit just to rub it in Asterspark's face! Now that she was on the open moor, rather than protected by brush and trees, the wind was cutting, and she found herself screwing up her eyes against snowflakes that it stirred up.

A flash of gray fur was almost unnoticeable against the pale charcoal hues of the dreary day. But Brookclover's well-trained eyes caught it almost instantaneously. She had been out on a solo patrol, under the pretense that most threats had been temporarily vanquished from the forest and that it would simply be another attempt to bring in more prey for the clan. Things had started to become sparse, food in short supply, although it was not unbearable yet. Pushing aside thoughts of hunger, the red-furred warrior darted towards the sight allowing her slender frame to be carried quickly over the moorlands. From the smell of it, Shadowclan.

Without ceasing in her pace as she fought against the snow that slowed her footfalls, Brookclover did not hesitate to lash out with a hiss. Her claws scored the younger cat's maw and she paused only to hiss out a warning, "Trespassing is not taken lightly. Especially not in leafbare." Although the words were low and filled with the normal regal candor of her intonation, the warrior's inflection held a much stronger and demanding tone. No Shadowclan cat would be allowed to steal their prey today.

Brookclover used whirlwind rush on Frog(paw) dealing 11 damage and using 15 stamina.

Brookclover
HP: 45/45
SP: 145/160 (-15)

Frog(Paw)
HP: 9/20 (-11)
SP: 80/80


ooc: trying to speed it along a little to compensate for delay ;; sorry

Despite the wide open spaces, WindClan cats knew how to traverse the moor in ways a ShadowClan cat couldn't even dream of. Despite the she-cat's bright ginger fur, Frog almost didn't notice the approaching cat until she was only a few fox-lengths away and brimming with fury. The ShadowClan apprentice spotted her and immediately began to scramble to try to backtrack, but she was far too late and too slow. Claws connected with Frog's cheek and she let out an angry spit in response, immediately retaliating to the WindClan she-cat's assault with her own paw swatting down at her nose. She wasn't even going to deign this bully with a response! I know trespassing isn't allowed, Frog thought, you don't have to patronize me!

... She just didn't care, and totally did need to be patronized.

"Foolish Shadowclan cat. Is your brain filled with marsh water? Leave!" Brookclover's cool demeanor had seemed to evaporate into the frigid breeze. Whatever patience she possessed melted underneath a growing hunger that was coupled with the drive to defend her clan. Normally her regal nature overwhelmed any sort of impulsive behavior but now her claws were a flurry. The assault on her nose had left it stinging and internally more aggravated. Briarpaw did not need another injury to treat. Especially in the middle of leaf-bare.

As much as her previous words had been mostly aimed at digging an insult at her opponent, the young warrior genuinely wondered why this other cat thought now was the perfect time to cross borders with seemingly no explanation. Was she daft? What was it with other clan's apprentices? Brindlestar would never let such haphazard training to be allowed. Letting loose another hiss, Brookclover dashed forwards once more, boxing the sides of the she-cat's head and clawing relentlessly at her chest and throat. A few well-aimed blows would weaken her opponent and end this more quickly. And then she would be able to get back to the important things.

Brookclover used front paw strike on Frog(paw), dealing 9 damage and using 10 stamina.

Brookclover
HP: 39/45
SP: 135/160 (-10)

Frogpaw
KO'D

Frog hissed with anger as the WindClan cat insulted her and demanded she leave. The warrior was bristling with fury now, and as the she-cat attacke again the ShadowClan apprentice knew she had no choice but to flee. The other she-cat clearly meant business, and no amount of bragging to Asterspark would make a dumb stringy rabbit worth the fight to get it. I haven't even scented a rabbit yet, she realized somewhat dejectedly, but the rapid strikes from the WindClan cat were much more pressing than the lack of prey.

Frog's head was ringing by the time she spat, "Fine! Fine! Keep your stupid rabbits! I'm going!" The gray apprentice flung up her paws, not attacking the other she-cat but simply knocking her blows away as she scrambled back. She gave the russet she-cat one more glare before muttering, "Selfish." and whipping around the scurry back through the tunnel she came from.