Playing Stupid Games [closed]

Dawnpaw prowled among that treeline that stopped short of sunningrocks. The air was cold but the sun was warm, and no doubt the rocks that were currently in RiverClan's possession were even warmer. Warmest place in the forest, possibly. She narrowed her eyes as she peered from a leafless bush, planning her moves carefully. She was interrupted by unwelcome thoughts of her mentor and her rival apprentices and their boring, unskilled training that she had to endure. She thought of Duskpaw and Leopardstar training at a faster pace, and then she thought of Marshstorm and how he would have been a better teacher, even if he was emotionally attached. Yes, it was clear the tom was fond of the pair. It was difficult to understand how a stranger and an enemy could turn into a protector and provider like he had, but Dawnpaw tried not to dwell on it. She didn't want to develop trust for someone who might one day shun them for their blood, or their past, or whatever unpleasant thing might pop up. Her tail lashed in frustration. What she needed was to reflect and understand everything that had happened. With all the events and life changes, she hardly had time to process what was going on. Her beliefs. Her strategies. Her feelings, even, as useless as they were. The apprentice took a single step from her cover. The rocks would be warm enough to keep her from freezing while she stayed still and contemplated. They were worth the transgression. She took another step and didn't stop until she reached her destination, glancing around before curling up on a rock.

It was difficult to find warmth during the leaf-bare, even though it had only come recently. Snow blanketed the forest and ice had begun to form and thicken on the surface of the river, creating whole bridges across in some locations. Many of them couldn't be trusted, so it was good that RiverClan cats could swim anyways. Mottledspark was grateful for his swimming ability as well as his thick dark tortoiseshell coat. While the cold still bit at his paws and nose, he often stayed fairly warm, even in the water. He had intended to swim over to Sunningrocks - or simply cross if the ice allowed it - and sunbathe when he spotted an unfamiliar coat already relaxed upon the top.

Mottledspark bristled immediately and called gruffly, "Hey!" He began to quickly make his way across the ice - thankfully thick enough for his weight this time - and parted his mouth to take in the scent. ThunderClan! he thought with an angry snarl. The warrior broke into a sprint and launched himself at the ThunderClan apprentice, hissing, "This isn't your territory, mouse-brain!"

A deep sigh built up in her chest and she slowly exhaled it. There was much to think of, but she didn't even know where to start. To make matters worse, before Dawnpaw could really get focused, a loud yowl from an unrecognized voice interrupted her thoughts. Her frustrated hiss was cut off as she got hit by the RiverClan tom, and her lips pulled back into a snarl. At this moment she couldn't care less about the rules and didn't dignify his comment with a response. Instead, she launched herself at the enemy, landing on his back with her claws fully extended.

Dawnpaw used Leap-and-Hold, dealing 6 damage and using 10 stamina. Mottledspark is stunned for 1 turn.

Mottledspark
39/45 HP
150/160 SP

Dawnpaw
11/20 HP
70/80 SP

The member 'Sun' has done the following action : Dices roll

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'Effect Dice' : 1

Mottledspark had dared to hope that maybe this mouse-brained ThunderClan apprentice might immediately flee when he attacked them, so he was surprised and mildly disappointed when instead the tortoiseshell she-cat recovered and threw her smaller frame at him. Mottledspark felt painful claws connect with his shoulders, and he realized that the she-cat had grabbed onto his back. The RiverClan warrior's only response was to let out a snarl of anger and frustration as he bucked about and attempted to dislodge the apprentice.

Mottledspark is stunned.

Mottledspark
39/45 HP
150/160 SP

Dawnpaw
11/20 HP
70/80 SP

Dawnpaw kept her long claws buried in his pelt for as long as she could manage before she lost her grip and was bucked off. She hissed, her eyes narrowed, but stayed in her half-crouched defensive position. After sizing up the tom and calculating her moves, she decided that this was definitely a losing battle and one she would not walk away from without injuries. But she was angry and needed away to relieve some of her stress, and she was not about to run from this fight, outmatched or not. Fueled by the frustration that dogged her for the past moons, Dawnpaw charged at her opponent with a battle yowl and slid to the ground, dragging her claws through his soft stomach with all the force she could muster.

Dawnpaw used Belly Rake, dealing 7 damage and using 10 stamina.

Mottledspark
32/45 HP
150/160 SP

Dawnpaw
11/20 HP
60/80 SP

When Mottledspark felt the apprentice's grip finally slipping, it was only a half-relief; as he bucked harder, he felt her claws digging in deeper and harder trying to find purchase. Finally he ripped himself free from her grip. The dark tortoiseshell tom immediately whirled to glower at the ThunderClan apprentice, letting out a low, threatening growl. Mottledspark could hardly believe how brazen the forest-dwelling Clan had become, and it angered him to no end. Who did they think they were just waltzing onto Sunningrocks whenever they wanted? This isn't even the first skirmish I've had here, he remembered with a prickle of annoyance. Don't they learn?

The tortoiseshell tom was brought back into the moment as the apprentice charged at him, and Mottledspark tried to leap away from her as she ducked underneath him, but surprisingly skilled claws snagged the flesh of his belly through his thick fur and he snarled with pain and anger. The apprentice didn't manage to get far before Mottledspark was able to rear up and whirl around, slashing ferociously at the passing she-cat's hindquarters with hooked claws. He took great satisfaction in pulling out the biggest tufts of fur he could so the stupid apprentice would have to remember her humiliating defeat for a few moons while it grew back.

Dawnpaw bit back a screech as she felt thick clumps of fur being ripped from her flank, waves of pain radiating from the tender skin that had just been torn open. She slinked a few tail-lengths away with an angered hiss of warning, and upon deciding that this venture was a waste of her time and her fur, the ThunderClan apprentice shot off like a bolt of lightning back into the treeline of her clan's territory. In her mind, the angered and injured she-cat decided she'd be back for RiverClan blood when she was ready and they were not.