Two Minutes to Midnight [OPEN HUNTING]

The moon had already cleared the tops of the trees by the time Mistyfalcon and the rest of the patrol had reached the pine grove. They were within Shadowclan territory, and around the best spot for hunting, but Mistyfalcon remained on edge, dark gaze peering into the shadows unhappily. Rogues were on the territory still, otherwise he might've been happy to hunt alone tonight. Finding Moonshine the other day had been difficult, and Mistyfalcon would have rather been hunting rogues instead of fresh-kill.

The clan needed to eat, regardless of what he would've liked, of course. They would find the rogues, or the rogues would find them, eventually. For now, they just had to stick together and do what they could. At least greenleaf meant that prey was plentiful despite the unwelcome intruders on Shadowclan's territory.

Movement caught Mistyfalcon's sharp gaze, and he flicked his tail at his clanmates, silently breaking from the group and dropping into a crouch. The scent of mouse was carried toward him on the breeze, and it wasn't long before Mistyfalcon dispatched it, quietly burying the catch between the roots of a pine tree.

-dice roll for rogues-

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

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'Hunting Dice' : 5

Frostpaw had joined yet another patrol. Simply another chance to train his skills for his clan, and be productive as he did so. His pure white pelt shown in the light of the moon, a beacon to his darker furred clanmates. Unfortunate for a cat whose skills were those of the night, but Frostpaw did what he could with what he had. Mistyfalcon was leading the patrol, a cat that Frostpaw knew little about. Perhaps he would learn more on this patrol.

Breaking away from the rest, Frostpaw slunk low to the ground, ensuring that most of his pelt was covered by foliage, and that he was simply unheard. Creeping across the pine needles that littered the forest floor, the scent of lizard hit the tom. His eyes narrowed, spotting the thing only a few fox-length's away. It had made a mistake coming out of hiding this night. He snuck up on it quickly, gracefully pouncing. Yet it had already started running... why? Frostpaw's confused gaze went out over the pines, what had scared it away?

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

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'Hunting Dice' : 10

"Muddy, muddy, muddy." A rough voice mumbled, unsteady pawsteps pulling half the marsh up with them. A wiry tom was prowling through ShadowClan, blue eyes wide and alert. He was hungry, and he didn't need the growling of his stomach to tell him that. He hated hunting here, and he wanted nothing more than to be back on solid ground, but following Vea meant he had to make due.

"This sucks!" Micah moaned, shaking himself out. He felt gross all over, and he was tired, and he–

And he smelled a lizard. "Gross," he hissed, but food was food. Food was food... that was already being hunted. The scent of other cats carried to him soon after, and he dropped low, flattening himself to the ground. He cursed his paleness, worried he'd stick out far too easily, but a cat quickly came into view that was just as white as he was. A wicked grin split his face, and he waited patiently, tail lashing in excitement. Now was his time. He crept closer, watching what was supposed to be his prey dart off into the unknown.

Bolting forward, Micah threw himself on to the small cat, claws outstretched and finding their home in his shoulders. "You scared away my lizard, you stupid little mouse!" He wailed, pupils thin slits and wicked grin still apparent.

Micah used Jumping Strike on Frostpaw, dealing 8 (5+3 for not being focused on Micah) damage and costing 7 SP.

Micah
45/45 | 93/100

Frostpaw
12/20 | 57/60

Mistyfalcon
70/70 | 160/160

Mistyfalcon silently searched for more prey, one ear flicked in the direction of Frostpaw as they hunted. Every muscle was tense, the dark-furred tom not at all pleased to still be finding traces of rogue scent on Shadowclan territory.

A shriek split the air, and Mistyfalcon turned, lips curling as he caught sight of a pale tom lunging towards the apprentice. He bounded forward as well, claws unsheathed. If this rogue thought he'd get away with attacking one of his clanmates, he was about to find out how very wrong that assumption was.

Mistyfalcon used Jumping Strike on Micah for -7 sp, dealing 9+3 damage.
Night Finesse active, +1 damage.

Mistyfalcon
70 / 70 hp
153 / 160 sp (160 - 7)

Micah
32 / 45 hp (45 - 9 - 3 - 1)
93 / 100 sp

Frostpaw
12 / 20 hp
57 / 60 sp

Frostpaw hadn't heard the rogue approaching until it was too late. He felt a searing pain as claws dug into his shoulders. With a hiss of pain, the small tom staggered backward. It was then that Mistyfalcon joined the fray, lunging at the pale rogue. A snarl escaped his lips as Frostpaw darted in, attempting to use his size to his advantage. He was able to roll to face the rogue's soft underbelly, and started to kick. His unsheathed claws scored crimson lines up and down, and the beginnings of scarlet appeared on his own white fur. It was then that he rolled back to his paws, hopping back to prepare for another attack. "Leave, or die." The words came quickly as he glared, staring icily. He own fur was beginning to stain red where he had been clawed already, an annoyance. He assumed he wasn't losing too much blood, but it was better to be safe than sorry with everything medical.

Frostpaw used Belly Rake, dealing 9 (+1 night finesse) damage, and using 15 stamina!

Frostpaw
12/20 HP
42/60 SP (-15)

Micah
22/45 HP (-10)
93/100 SP

Mistyfalcon
70/70 HP
153/160 SP

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

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'Effect Dice' : 4

Micah let out a screech like his throat had been slashed when a second cat launched into him, and his shrieking only got sharper when the little one's claws found their way into his belly. Shaking away Mistyfalcon and backpedaling rapidly, the rogue fixed them both in a foggy, furious glare.

"Hey, hey hey hey! There shouldn't be two of you, that isn't fair!" He wailed, but he had yet to stop smiling. "First you try and starve me, and now you're bringin' back up? And threatening my life?" Micah paused to laugh, head swaying, until his attention fell firmly on the dark tom. "You wanna play big, scary hero? The little guy can thank ya later." And with that, he threw himself back into Frostpaw, ignoring the way the marks on his belly stung at the way he lunged. One set of claws sunk into the apprentice's shoulder for balance, and his teeth buried themselves in his head– right at the base of his ear. Tail lashing wildly, Micah craned himself to try and see any sense of fear in Frostpaw's face, then set his jaw tighter and wrenched himself backwards. The awful sounds of cartilage and muscle tearing and cracking under the pressure followed, and a shot of blood caught his muzzle and his neck. As he wheeled himself backwards, he was proud to see he'd come back with exactly what he'd been hoping for.

Frostpaw's ear sat between his teeth, and Micah gave a muffled laugh. He chewed once, twice, like he was tasting it, then spat it to the ground in offense. "You don't even taste good. I'm not gettin' anything to eat, huh?" A dejected sigh, then he straightened himself out again. Ugh, now his face was hot and sticky and he was bleeding and it hurt and he was still muddy and gross and–

He could grumble later. He was making a point right now. Frenzied blue eyes finding Mistyfalcon again, he hissed, "You come at me again, I promise I will open your idiot throat. Or his."

Micah used Snap on Frostpaw, dealing 7 damage and costing 7 SP.

Micah
22/45 | 86/100

Frostpaw
5/20 | 42/60

Mistyfalcon
70/70 | 153/160

The rogue wailed as Mistyfalcon and Frostpaw attacked him, and Mistyfalcon shot the apprentice a quick nod in approval. He fought well enough, but the rogues were a vicious lot with no honor and no discipline. They were unpredictable, and Mistyfalcon wanted nothing more than to drive this one off of the territory- or kill him.

And that when the rogue decided to... take a chunk out of Frostpaw. Horror made Mistyfalcon's blood run cold at the sight of him with the ripped ear in his jaws, but his thoughts were elsewhere. A wretched black and white she-cat at fourtrees, half-covered in ugly burn scars and a maliciously gleeful glint to her eye, the feeling of blood dripping down the side of his face.

Crunch.

Snapped out of his memories, Mistyfalcon shook his head, a snarl bubbling from his maw as he lunged for the rogue again, aiming to bring his forepaws down onto the back of his head. He needed to get him away from Frostpaw, and the only way to do that would be with his claws. Once he did that, Frostpaw was going to the medicine den, whether he wanted to or not.

Mistyfalcon used Upright Lock on Micah for -20 sp, dealing -10 damage
Night Finesse active, +1 damage for Shadowclanners.

Mistyfalcon
70 / 70 hp
133 / 160 sp (153 - 20)

Micah
11 / 45 hp (22 - 10 - 1)
93 / 100 sp

Frostpaw
5 / 20 hp
57 / 60 sp

Frostpaw had stayed in that defensive position, silently listening to the rogue prattle on. A part of him wanted to wipe that creepy smile from his face, but the tom was smarter than that. When he saw the rogue spring at him, he tried to sidestep, but it was in vain. The rogue was better than he gave him credit for. A grimace formed as claws stabbed into his shoulder, and any movement he would've tried was halted.

Then a white-hot pain came from his ear, and Frostpaw yowled. His face twisted in pain, and when the pressure finally went, he staggered backward. When his icy glare finally came up, he spotted his own white ear in the rogue's mouth. He could barely hear the words said as his blood pounded in his ears. It hurt, and he felt the heat of his blood soaking his head. The area around his ear had become a bright scarlet.

It took Frostpaw time to come back to any semblance of his senses. He'd never experienced pain that severe in his life, but the adrenaline had surely kicked in at that point, for the pain had faded to the point that the white form of the tom darted in once again, this time catching one of the rogue's legs and biting down hard. He would get his retribution, and he refused to let this rogue escape his grasp. Shadowclan must be safe again!

Frostpaw used Snap on Micah, dealing 6 (+1 night finesse) damage, and using 7 stamina!

Frostpaw
5/20 HP
35/60 SP (-7)

Micah
4/45 HP (-7)
86/100 SP

Mistyfalcon
70/70 HP
133/160 SP

The big dark tom was getting close again, pushing himself onto his hind legs, and Micah threw him a glare that did nothing to stop the weight of his paws from crashing down on his head. Suddenly reeling, Micah staggered to the side, shaking his head to clear the spots forming in his vision. "I warned y– hey!"

Sharp little teeth found their home in his leg, and the rogue's smile finally fell, lip curling back into a vicious and deadly snarl. Batting at Frostpaw's head and making sure to score a few marks with his claws, Micah wrenched himself backwards, tearing his leg free from the little cat's sharp hold. "You're tenacious, I'll give ya that," He hummed, almost approvingly, before his piercing eyes settled back on Mistyfalcon.

"But I told you not to touch me!" Micah spun on Mistyfalcon and, with outstretched claws, slashed wildly at the tom's face. He was hoping to take an eye with him, but his strike connected with his muzzle, and even if he had missed his target Micah could be glad he'd be leaving him with scars.

Micah used Front Paw Strike on Mistyfalcon, dealing 7 damage and costing 7 SP.

Micah
4/45 | 79/100

Frostpaw
5/20 | 35/60

Mistyfalcon
63/70 | 133/160

Mistyfalcon made no response to the rogue's words. There was no need to waste his breath, this was a fight, not some friendly sparring match, and the rogue was crazed regardless. There would be no reasoning with such a creature, and all that mattered to Mistyfalcon was getting him away from the bleeding apprentice that had sank his teeth into the rogue's leg.

The rogue turned on Mistyfalcon instead thankfully, and then moved with a speed that he wasn't expecting from a tom that was so injured. Mistyfalcon stumbled, a hiss escaping him as blood welled from the slashes across his muzzle. Always after the face, it seemed.

Good thing Mistyfalcon had gotten over his vanity a long time ago.

He lashed out with unsheathed front claws aimed for the rogue's head. Blood spattered the ground beneath Mistyfalcon, but that was no surprise. Face and head wounds tended to bleed a lot. A risked glance towards Frostpaw showed that the apprentice's fur was looking more crimson than white in some spots, and Mistyfalcon hoped that this deranged rogue would decide to flee rather than continue fighting. He needed to get Frostpaw to a medicine cat, and the clan would need to know of the rogues still skulking about their territory with unfriendly intentions.

Mistyfalcon used Front Paw Strike on Micah for -7 sp, dealing -11 damage.
Night Finesse active, +1 damage for Shadowclanners.

Mistyfalcon
63 / 70 hp
126 / 160 sp (133 - 7)

Micah KO'd
0 / 45 hp (4 - 11 - 1)
79 / 100 sp

Frostpaw
5 / 20 hp
35 / 60 sp

Frostpaw was knocked backward as claws ripped at his head, teeth leaving score-marks in the rogue's leg. He was huffing now, white fur puffed out into a ball, except for the areas that had turned scarlet and slick with blood. Headwounds bled a lot, Frostpaw was now learning. As he caught his breath, he watched Mistyfalcon retaliate, seeing now that he had fresh claw marks of his own on his muzzle. It was a hard hit, and Frostpaw didn't have a lot of energy left, so he stayed put, hoping the rogue would back off. He would've killed the rogue, given that he had more strength, but he knew it could mean death for him.

Frostpaw has ceased combat!