Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss [CHALLENGE]

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

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'Effect Dice' : 3

Goldenfang heard the yowls and growls of the bloody idiots before they reached her patrol. She sidestepped the gray queen with an unexpected speed and turned quickly on her heel, allowing Dewlight to tumble through the dust and throwing a slap with claws extended after her. Score! Clots of skin and fur clung to her claws before she shook it off in disgust. “How kind of you to sacrifice the safety of your own Clanmates to protect us poor, blind WindClan cats! You must be raring for your kits to earn their apprentice names so they can take the first leap,” Goldenfang spat, venom in her jeering eyes. She crouched low, claws digging into the ground beneath her. “You have your river. Learn humility and thank StarClan for it before they call the twolegs back.”

Goldenfang used Dodge-and-Fight, canceling 11 damage and using 14 SP. Successful counterattack does 5 damage.

Dewlight:
75/80 HP (-5)
163/170 SP

Goldenfang:
65/65 HP
106/120 SP (14)

(dice lmao)

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

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'Effect Dice' : 6

Swiftspirit growled as Bearspirit slipped from her grasp. Stupid Riverclanners and his stupid slick coat... He whirled to face her with a snarl, and Swiftspirit lashed out with an unsheathed forepaw. She ignored his words, she wasn't going to be the one to waste her breath in a battle, but if he wanted to do so he that was fine. Fighting had erupted all around them, and while Swiftspirit wanted to check on Ashfall and Sootpaw, she wouldn't allow herself to become distracted even more. Fighting someone she considered a friend was hard enough as it was.

Swiftspirit used Front Paw Strike on Bearspirit for -6 (7-1 meddie buff) sp, dealing -11 damage.
Disadvantaged stat reduction active.
Moor Runner active, damage reduced by -1.

Bearspirit
49 / 70 hp (60 - 11)
148 / 160 sp

Swiftspirit
50 / 65 hp
110 / 130 sp (116 - 6)

Bearspirit took claws to the skin and reacted with a swift swipe of his claws. He was fine with not talking as well. They were words that she could think about later on, maybe it would be enough to get her and her lackeys to leave the Gorge be. It belonged to Riverclan, and as long as Bearspirit was there that wasn't going to change.

Bearspirit used Front Paw Strike, dealing 10 damage (-1 for Moor Runner) and - 7SP

Bearspirit
49HP / 141SP (-7SP)

Swiftspirit
40HP / 110SP (-10HP)

Bearspirit's claws flashed, catching her shoulder. Blood dripped, but with adrenaline coursing through her veins Swiftspirit ignored it, darting past the Riverclanner and aiming to yank him off-balance by the tail as roughly as she could.

Swiftspirit used Tail Yank on Bearspirit for -14 (15-1 meddie buff) sp, dealing -5 damage. Bearspirit is stunned for 1 turn.
Disadvantaged stat reduction active.
Moor Runner active, damage reduced by -1.

Bearspirit
44 / 70 hp (49 - 5)
141 / 160 sp

Swiftspirit
40 / 65 hp
96 / 130 sp (110 - 14)

Bearspirit honestly... blinked at how fast a Windclan cat proved to be. She had darted around him and put her teeth on his tail and pulled in what felt like a fraction of a second. Impressive... actually... Unfortunately for her, Bearspirit wasn't as sensitive on the tail as many cats were. She pulled on it, hoping it would cause him enough pain to be immobile for a moment... but that was not the case.

The marbled tom yanked his tail from her mouth and whirled on her with claws. Maybe she'd be fast enough to move out of the way... but he doubted it.

Bearspirit used Random Recall to overcome the stun! -5SP
Bearspirit also used Front Paw Strike, dealing 10 (-1 from Moor Runner) damage and -7SP

Bearspirit
44HP / 129SP (-12SP)

Swiftspirit
30HP / 96SP (-10HP)

Oh, well, she was jumping right into it, wasn't she?

You know, Greypaw never expected for his first enemy in a fight to be a medicine cat, nor did he expect said medicine cat to strike first, surprisingly violent for one who has firsthand seen the damage and pain cats go through when injured. He was glad Riverclan's medicine cat wasn't so troublesome... even if that medicine cat seemed to be out of it a lot and unhealthily lived only for her work.

.... Maybe biased was making his clan seem a bit rose-tinted, because now that he thought about it their medicine cat was mildly worrying as well. Well, he'd be sure to be the least troublesome patient for her when he inevitably got shredded to pieces.

Really his clan needed to learn to relax, it seemed.

His opponent spoke then, and he rose a brow. "Believe me, I really want to, but my overstressed teach is fighting your deputy and my clan doesn't take kindly to, quote-unquote, 'cowards' that retreat from fights. Rather unfortunate, I know."

Soon after the slight trade of words, he saw the windclanner move... and he meant really move. A feint, something he predicted in a slew of possible first strikes his opponent might've chosen. So he ignored the feint and tried to then predict where she was going instead. Once he had a hasty prediction he tried to move the opposite way.

Sadly his body was not, in fact, as fast as his brain, nor was it faster than a windclan cat's rumoured speed. She snagged him enough for him to be pinned semi-effectively. It wouldn't last long, he could unbalance her if he struggled enough to shake her off so she wouldn't do more damage than she already had. It wasn't an endgame for him yet, but his brains had been knocked around in his head after his skull slammed on the ground, and for the first time he was feeling the pain of another cat's claws digging into his flesh. Inwardly, he was panicking, his mind was scrambled, and his mind was the only good weapon he could use in this Starclan-forsaken fight.

he scrambled to gather his thoughts, and began struggling, not really because he was trying to escape... but maybe at least for a shot while he could exhaust her stamina as much as possible. A stamina battle was a stupid thing for him to use though, he was already in a constant state of exhaustion... but, he had trained his muscles as a warrior apprentice more than your average medicine cat... it had a 15% chance of working.

Finally, his thoughts gathered, but his head was pounding, and the smell of blood was starting to get to him, seeing as how it was his own blood he was smelling.

"Foxdung" He swore, then sighed, looking up at strangely violent medicine cat with eyes squinted against his headache. "Curse my stupid clumsy paws... You guys are quick. Could probably actually catch fish better than me, maybe I was born into the wrong clan." He let out a dramatic sigh. "Troublesome." He struggled against the more experienced cat's strength, trying to make it as hard to keep him down as possible.

Well, at least now he could defend any retribution that could come from attacking a medicine cat by saying it was self-defence. He was glad he had been careful, he was much less unsure about striking back now... well, after he figured out how to do the most damage in the shortest amount of time possible. Since he sure wasn't going to last long enough to chip away at this cat's health and still leave an actual impact on it.

She was talking to him though, that was good, kept her distracted and edged at her stamina by making them stay in deadlock longer.

He rose a brow then, responding and trying to seem nonchalant despite his mild panic about what state he'd be in after all this was over. "I'm not 100% sure why they wanted to claim this side of the gorge.... since accessing it would strain resources, but I think it was because the river... freezes over during leafbare. Hard to fish when there are four mouse lengths of dense ice covering the surface of the water.... ya know?" He spoke, voice breathless, and tried to kick his mind into overdrive. This cat was stronger than him, he needed to keep a larger proportion of his thought power towards not getting skinned in this fight.

The apprentice let out a light snort, seeming rather carefree despite being in the middle of a bloodbath, and being pinned and unable to fight back.

Yeah, he wasn't going to come out of this victorious, luckily it seemed his opponent wasn't keen on mutilating apprentices. She'd probably go for the 'wear them down quickly' sort of tactic... which had a 90% chance of working against him. "I am just an apprentice though.... maybe it is just some foolhardy political move that I haven't wasted... brainpower on figuring out."

Greypaw pushed against her once more, twisting and largely using his hind legs to shove against the ground. A plan began forming in his mind, it was a gamble, and putting all his effort into this short tactic was going to take a lot out of him. Hopefully, though, it'd leave a serious enough injury on the medicine cat to have her either give up or weakened against his clanmates.

There was even a 2% chance it'd do enough damage for the whole windclan patrol to retreat. After all, medicine cats were valuable resources, to have yours out of commission was a very bad thing, especially so close to leafbare.

He paused, and slowly slumped, going limp as if he had lost all energy to fight back. "Definitely not going to walk out of this fight.... victorious.... maybe a 10% chance.... and that's being generous... how... troublesome." He breathed, making his own words slurred slightly, all while keeping his tired silver gaze on the tortoiseshell molly he was battling.

This was far too much effort to go through for his hard-headed clanmates, really.

Going limp was a great way to lower your opponent's defences, especially if all you've been doing up until then was struggling with all your might to get out from under them. He was going to take that tactic a step further though... perhaps this would be a good test of how much morality and empathy Windclan's medicine cat too. Who knows.

Time to up his acting skills though. He had tricked most of his clanmates into thinking he was nothing more than an unmotivated slacker for moons now, barely any suspected what he truly was. Which... wasn't pretty, really. Showing any weakness was really just a death sentence out in this forest though, so he had crafted his mask very carefully over those moons.

Now to use his tactics in battle. Would it work? Who know, he was doing this against a medicine cat, he had to play his cards carefully, just going limp and closing his eyes in a dramatically slow fashion was definitely not going to be enough to convince her.

Well, he hardly had berry juice on him to tint his saliva red... this was going to hurt.

Subtly, the tom bit hard on his tongue, a coppery tang filling his mouth, he held it in though, taking a deep breath, and then 'coughing' harshly, the spray of red spattering on the ground. He coughed again, then let out a wheeze, letting his eyelids flicker.

He was an apprentice, she was experienced and had slammed him rather ruthlessly against the ground. Internal bleeding wouldn't be too far-fetched (Maybe... hopefully). If not that mimicking what his best guess was the signs of some head trauma would add to the effect well enough. Head injuries were nothing to scoff at, after all.

Yes, a big gamble indeed.

He did everything he could to seem very dazed, and let his vision become unfocused. He coughed again, the red still fresh. Was he convincing? Who knew, but he was beginning to feel sick to the stomach... yeah, it was probably the smell and taste of blood doing that. Hardly pleasant, hopefully, he wasn't actually going to vomit.

Greypaw made his laboured breaths slowly grow more shallow, muttering two more words. "I'm... mm... tired..." Red dribbled out of his mouth as he slurred the words. Starclan above, he could smell nothing but carnage at that point. He caught a glimpse of the fights going on around him, and it wasn't pretty. Fur, flesh, spittple, and red were flying everywhere as the two clans mauled each other with a vengeance.

Yeah... his opponents seemed like a saint in comparison.

... Ya know if this didn't work he was really going to look stupid, but hey, sometimes you gotta give up your pride in fights for survival. He really didn't want to casually starve to death during leaf-bare, would be quite troublesome.

Keeping his gaze unfocused, he gave up holding his head, letting it slump to the ground. Then he made there were no signs he was giving that would single his intent to fight back.

Now to just Pray to Starclan and hope they didn't intend to make his life harder than it already was.



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Disregard the following dice roll by me, post edited due to errors, no effect dice had to be used.

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

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'Effect Dice' : 1

Bearspirit pulled himself free, whirling on her once again, and Swiftspirit struck out with unsheathed claws again. She'd always known the tom was stronger and the better fighter of the two, but she wouldn't run from this, either. She couldn't afford to. She didn't particularly want to keep fighting, but there was no other option. She'd always thought of Bearspirit as a friend, but she'd resigned herself to the fact that Bearspirit was not Windclan, and Windclan had to come first. Always. She would need to keep her distance from Bearspirit after this, hopefully he wouldn't take it personally. Things would be better for both of them that way.

Swiftspirit used Front Paw Strike on Bearspirit for -6 (7-1) sp, dealing -11 damage.
Disadvantaged stat reduction active.
Moor Runner active, damage reduced by -1.

Bearspirit
33 / 70 hp (44 - 11)
129 / 160 sp

Swiftspirit
30 / 65 hp
90 / 130 sp (96 - 6)

Dewlight's eyes flashed with rage as the other she-cat spoke. "How dare you speak about my kits that way." She hissed, using her hind legs to leap onto Goldenfang's shoulder, letting her weight push the she-cat down beneath her as she claws at her back and shoulders. There was no sense in saying anything more, the other deputy had clearly shown just how dense she was. It was no wonder they were here, when they were under the command of such fishbrains.

Dewlight used Leap and Hold, dealing 10 (-1 Moor Runner) damage and costing 15 SP. Goldenfang is pinned for 2 turns.

Dewlight:
75/80 HP
148/170 SP (-15)

Goldenfang:
56/65 HP (-9)
106/120 SP

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

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'Effect Dice' : 5

Bearspirit kicked off of the ground and outstretched his claws. His bulky strength barreled her over and pinned her to the floor. His claws began to gouge into her flesh and rip it away. He'd been kind last time. He didn't intend to be now, not when all she did was bring back more Windclan cats to try to take the Gorge. Something the gold she-cat said suddenly hit his ears and he heard Dewlight's response...

Once he was done with Swiftspirit he might just send the golden girl over the gorge himself. No one threatened his family.

Bearspirit used Leap and Hold, dealing 9 damage and - 15SP

Bearspirit
33HP / 114SP (-15SP)

Swiftspirit
Pinned for 1 turn
21HP / 90SP