ShadowClan Warrior Games

Mistyfalcon's silvery tail flicked back and forth as he eyed the cleared-out space where the warriors and Asylum rogues would be sparring somewhat dubiously. Fun and games, it had been said, or something like it. He wondered how long this friendly competition would stay friendly, truthfully. Especially if certain clanmates would be sparring with Asylum rogues. Not that he could blame said clanmates for wanting blood under their claws.

Tattered ears twitched as the tom stepped forward, dark blue gaze steady as he eyed potential challengers. He didn't need to speak, stepping forward had been an invitation.

Mistyfalcon is open for any challenger. Clan cat or Asylum.

Batglow shifted nervously in his spot closer to the edge of the clear. He wanted to be apart of the excitement and the commotion of the challenges so badly to have fun, but at the same time he was afraid of trying to spar because of his long fangs.. He didn't want to accidentally hurt anyone, asylum or clanmate alike. The lanky black tom brought one of his paws up to his mouth testing one of the protruding fangs trying to make sure it wouldn't cause too much damage if someone accidentally caught it.

Batglow is open for any challenger.

Murkystrike looked around, long fluffy tail flicking back and forth behind her. Her curiosity had been peaked by these games, and she smiled slightly at Mistyfalcon as her eyes passed over him. Should she challenge someone herself, or wait to be challenged? Content to wait for a little longer, Murkystrike stood and shook out her pelt waiting for a few more heartbeats.

Murkystrike is open for any challengers.

Briarthorn huffed as she watched several of her Clanmates step forward, volunteering themselves to spar in these so-called games that Asylum had set up for them. Truthfully, she didn't see how this was supposed to end well... especially if some of her Clanmates got their claws on an Asylum cat. From where she sat on the sidelines, she traced Mistyfalcon, Batglow, and Murkystrike's steps with her eyes, watching cautiously and quickly glancing at the Asylum cats whenever she could.

Several moments passed and nobody else stepped forward, so, however out of character it might seem for her, she stood to her full height and glanced between her opponents, picking out who might be the most fun to spar. Batglow was far skinnier than she was, and Briarthorn knew she'd probably squash him the moment she lifted her paw. Murkystrike was a relatively new warrior, and Briarthorn had been one for moons... so perhaps Mistyfalcon was her best option. With a sigh, she stepped forward, contemplating whether or not she'd give him a warning... and eventually deciding against it. This was a competition, after all. She launched herself forward, slamming into the tom's side and effectively knocking him over... but would it be enough for her to gain the upper paw?

Briarthorn: 2
Mistyfalcon:

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

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'Effect Dice' : 2

It took a few moments of waiting, but finally a shape practically flew toward Mistyfalcon. He grinned, an uncharacteristic smile flitting across his face as he spun to face off with Briarthorn. He didn't know the older she-cat well, but sparring with each other would surely teach him something.

Popping back to his paws easily, he leapt for his clanmate in turn, careful that his claws stayed sheathed.

Briarthorn: 2
Mistyfalcon: 4

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

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'Effect Dice' : 4

Briarthorn resisted the urge to practically sit on Mistyfalcon, knowing that this would be far more fun as a legitimate spar. She turned as Mistyfalcon dove in her direction, narrowly avoiding his outstretched paws. She quickly turned to face him again, waiting for the tom to strike again.

Briarthorn: 6
Mistyfalcon: 4

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Freckleface sighed gently, silently wishing that she could be in her nest, cuddling next to Flintstar instead of out here, sparring with her Clanmates at the Asylum's command. Of course, cuddling was always preferable to going head to head against her own Clanmates, but it only became worse when she was forced to do it by an outsider. She watched as Mistyfalcon and Briarthorn began to wrestle, each one of them making nice moves and narrowly avoiding each other. She turned to face Flintstar, nuzzling his cheek gently before mewing, "Wish me luck, love." And padding towards Batglow, her fur fluffed out against the chilly Leaf-Bare winds. "Well, Batglow... Let's get to it, huh?" She sighed, readying herself and then pushing off of her back paws, aiming for Batglow with sheathed claws.

Freckleface: 5
Batglow:

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

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'Effect Dice' : 4, 5

Mistyfalcon had missed, but barely. That was fine. He could tell that Briarthorn seemed to be holding back, and so he leapt for her again, dark blue eyes glinting.

Briarthorn: 6
Mistyfalcon: 9

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

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'Effect Dice' : 5

Briarthorn almost chuckled, letting Mistyfalcon hit his target- the tom slammed into her shoulder, and it was enough to send her stumbling backwards- but she didn't fall over. She was disoriented, but maybe... Maybe she could pin him.

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

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'Effect Dice' : 1

Mistyfalcon slammed into Briarthorn with more force than he'd been expecting. He pulled his next blow a bit, not wanting to hurt a fellow clanmate, though it was clear the spar was over between them.

"Good fight." He stepped back, allowing the older warrior to get to her feet. It was a spar, so there had been no need to pin her down any longer than necessary.

Briarthorn: 6
Mistyfalcon: 14