When Your Walls Fall Like Jericho

Graybriar, gone. Badgerthorn, gone. Barlytuft, gone. Finchstar, gone. His littermates, gone. Clovertwist, gone. Aspenheart, gone. Briarthorn was running. He didn’t want to stop. If he did, his emotions would catch him. There was only one thing to do when he felt like this. FIGHT. He ran and ran, until he came to the RiverClan border. He slowed, looking into the other clan's territory. Briarthorn began to walk forwards, but then hesitated. Did he want to do this? Was it what his parents would have wanted? Graybriar, Badgerthorn, his step father Barlytuft? No, probably not. I DON'T CARE! He thought, pressing forwards into RiverClan's territory. I NEED this. I have to prove myself... Brarthorn vizion reddened as he remembered himself, the scared, scrawny, medicine cat apprentice, running from the attacking dogs as his clanmates died around him. He bounded forwards into the opposing clans territory, begging someone to attack him. I. AM. NO. COWARD! The more he ran, the redder his vision became, like he was looking through a screen of blood. His claws came unsheathed, and teared at the earth. It wasn’t long until he found his prey. He was a stocky, rather large brown tabby, He should put up a good fight. Briarthorn didn’t even try to hide his scent as he approached recklessly through the undergrowth. He yowled as he leaped out at the young cat with outstretched claws, easily bowling him over.

Briarthorn used Run-and-Tackle on Timberpaw, dealing 11 damage and costing 10 stamina

Briarthorn
80/80 HP
230/240 SP (-10)

Timberpaw
9/20 HP (-11)
80/80 SP

Briarthorn hissed involuntarily as the RiverClan cat yanked on his tail, leaving him slightly dazed. Why you little-! He shook his head, fighting off the dizzy spell. No... This is good! It's always better when they fight back... He crouched low to the ground, hissing loudly at the brown tabby. Briarthorn narrowed his eyes, squinting at the young cat. All he saw was something to be attacked, something to vent his anger on. Briarthorn waited for the cat to make his next move.

Briarthorn is no longer stunned! (Tail Yank is a stunning move)

Briarthorn
78/80 HP
230/240 SP

Timberpaw
9/20 HP
70/80 SP

Ivystar's fur stood on end when she heard the slight thud of paws in the distance, and she froze to listen for a moment before launching into a full-on sprint at the sound of hissing and yowling. The tabby could very distinctly make out the sound of Timberpaw growling and questioning the logic of whoever it was that had attacked him- likely a WindClanner, she thought. Hopefully, it was just a reckless apprentice who hadn't thought twice before separating from their mentor... Ivystar knew that Timberpaw would be able to hold his own until she got there if it was. If it was a warrior, however... She could only hope that the poor tom knew enough to hold on long enough. She skidded to a halt when she spotted a WindClan warrior (and an older one as well... what a shame). He seemed to be waiting for Timberpaw to make the next move, so the fluffy leader made use of the opportunity, shoving Timberpaw aside as she barreled into the tom who'd attacked him (at least she hoped it wasn't the other way around). "You've got ten seconds to get your mouse-brained tail off of RiverClan's territory before I line our borders with your innards. Don't make me."

Ivystar used Run-and-Tackle, dealing -18 Health Points (-15-3) and using -10 Stamina Points.

Ivystar:
120/120 HP
290/300 SP [-10]

Briarthorn:
60/80 HP [-18]
230/240 SP

As Briarthorn was waiting for Timberpaw to attack again, another cat bowled into him. The red of his vision darkened. How dare she! The RiverClan leader hissed at him, obviously angered by his blatant disregard of the borders. They tussled for a moment before he scrambled to his feet, hackles raised. Panting, he looked at Ivystar, but he did not recognize her. All he saw was something that had interfered with him. Something to be gotten rid of. Eliminated. He made eye contact, but there was no recognition or reason in his eyes. Briarthorn heard the threat, and almost laughed out loud. Who did this cat think she was? That he was? He would never back down from a fight, no matter who challenged him. This RiverClanner thought she could beat him? He would prove her wrong. "I'd like to see you try!" With a smirk on his face, Briarthorn leaped at Ivystar. He reared up on his hind legs and raked his claws down her side before darting a short distance away.

Briarthorn used Rear up to slash, dealing 14 damage and costing 15 stamina

Ivystar:
106/120 HP (-14)
290/300 SP

Briarthorn:
60/80 HP
215/240 SP (-15)

Ivystar grimaced as the tom lashed out, feeling his sharp claws rip through her skin. The stinging pain was something she was, unfortunately, quite used to- but it still hurt. She growled back at him, "So be it." And darted forward, sliding under him with great skill. For a moment she could feel him stop- shocked for sure- as she raked at his belly, not bothering to dodge as blood splattered onto her face. Before he had a chance to pin her beneath him, she scrambled to her paws, spitting blood onto the ground as she beckoned him forward, practically daring him to try again.

Ivystar used Half-Turn Belly Rake, dealing -17 Health Points and using -20 Stamina Points.

Ivystar:
106/120 HP
270/300 SP [-20]

Briarthorn:
43/80 HP [-17]
215/240 SP

Briarthron hissed as the RiverClan she-cat's claws sliced into his belly. He could tell that the claws had gone deep, by the way it felt. That was going to leave a mark... His head started getting foggy, but he shook his head, trying to clear it. He fixed his red vision on Ivyster, eyes squinted from pain. "Your g-going to have to try a little harder than that!" He hissed through clenched teeth. Briarthorn ran at Ivystar and sliced at her with his front paws. He hit her once, twice, three times... He could taste his own blood in his mouth. When was the last time he had felt like this? Briarthorn stopped, stumbling away from the RiverClan cat. He had lost count of how many times he'd hit her. He stared at her, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. No... I can win this! This RiverClanner couldn't keep fighting forever... Right?

Briarthorn used Rending Front Paws, dealing 15 damage and costing 25 stamina

Ivystar:
91/120 HP (-15)
270/300 SP

Briarthorn:
43/80 HP
290/240 SP (-25)

"That's not a problem for me, you rabbit-brained fool! Can't wait to see how you'll scrape your way out of this one..." She grunted, lunging forward and rearing backward, bringing her powerful claws down right on Briarthorn's face. If she hadn't used the exact move thousands of times before, she would've cringed knowing just how badly it had to hurt. Instead, she just backed away, waiting for the tom to move.

Ivystar used Rear-Up to Slash, dealing -20 Health Points and using -15 Stamina Points.

Ivystar:
91/120 HP
255/270 SP

Briarthorn:
23/80 HP
190/240 SP

Claws slashed over Briarthorns face and his vison swam. He stumbled around for a moment before shaking the dizziness from his head. That had hurt. The red in his vision was now not only from his frame of mind, but from his own blood dripping into his eyes. He panted, staring at the RiverClan she-cat with a crazed expression.

He had never lost a battle! Not since... NO! Briarthorn thought, running at his opponent. I'M NOT THAT COWARD ANY MORE! He was past rational thinking as he tackled her to the ground. I DON'T LOOSE! Briarthorn lowered his head, grabbed her throat with his teeth, and bit down. More blood than he had ever felt before filled his mouth, but he didn't let go. The she cat was thrashing, but still, he didn't let go. Her movements weekend, and he still didn't unlock his jaw. She was still. Briarthorn released her neck and stepped back. He had done it! He had destroyed this strong opponent!

All at once, the red faded from his vison. The adrenaline left in a rush, and was replaced by a sick feeling. He stumbled back, eyes growing wide as he stared at the body in front of him. That... That was Ivystar, wasn't it? He had just killed... Ivystar. The RiverClan leader. "No... Nononononono!" He couldn't have done this, could he? But no, he had. He could still taste her blood in his mouth. He had killed her, because he was to proud to loose a battle. What would happen to WindClan? His home? He had taken the life of a leader.

Briarthorn turned around and ran like the coward that he knew he was deep down inside. At first he ran towards WindClan, but stopped. No... I don't belong there any more. All I would do is put them in danger of the wrath of RiverClan! Briarthorn remembered hearing from the elders alive at the time of Ashstar what had happened the last time that a member WindClan had done something to invoke the wrath of RiverClan. The battle that had commenced. The loss that WindClan had suffered. All because the deputy had broken the leader's son's jaw. What would they do now that he had taken the life of their leader!? No, he couldn't go there. Instead, he turned towards Twolegplace. He didn't want to go there, but he knew he had to, and that he could never go back to WindClan.

Briarthorn used Killing Bite, killing Ivystar

Ivystar:
91/120 HP
255/270 SP

Briarthorn:
23/80 HP
180/240 SP (-10)