The future's in your paws. Shape it well.Roleplay in a cat Clan of warriors. Based off the Warriors series by Erin Hunter. Takes place in an AU before the cats in the books existed.
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Swiftspirit hissed as Bearspirit pinned her, claws raking at her sides with a vengeance. She struggled, trying to break free. His grip hadn't been as secure as she thought, maybe he was too angry to care. She managed to slip from his grasp, grimacing in pain at the wounds in her flanks as she moved to put a bit of distance between them. She was breathing hard, the fight had already taken more out of her than it might have otherwise.
Swiftspirit is no longer pinned. Disadvantaged stat reduction active. Moor Runner active, damage reduced by -1.
Bearspirit growled as she slipped out of his claws. He wasn't fighting as efficiently as he knew he could, which only enraged him further. He chased after her and bit into her, almost willing her to stay put.
Teeth connected with her shoulder, and Swiftspirit twisted, sinking her fangs into Bearspirit's scruff. She was beginning to get tired, but this would hopefully keep him from doing more damage for the moment. At this point she knew it was prolonging the inevitable unless he tripped up, though.
Swiftspirit used Scruff Shake on Bearspirit for -19 (20-1) sp, dealing -8 damage. Bearspirit is stunned for TWO turns. Disadvantaged stat reduction active. Moor Runner active, damage reduced by -1.
Bearspirit hadn't been expecting Swiftspirit to dart to the side and grab his scruff. Even as he whirled to retaliate, the ground bucked beneath his feet and he staggered to the floor. He lie on the ground, panting, blood leaking from his wounds. He tried to will his legs to move, but they refused to obey him.
Bearspirit staggered, sinking to the ground, and Swiftspirit kept her grip, digging her fangs in harshly. Friends they might have been, but he'd started this. She was going to do her best to finish it.
Swiftspirit continued to use Snap on Bearspirit for -6 (7-1) sp, dealing -11 damage. Disadvantaged stat reduction active. Moor Runner active, damage reduced by -1.
Panting hard, Swiftspirit lashed out with unsheathed claws once again. Allowing him to get back up with how injured and exhausted she already was would be a Bad Idea. She lashed out again, and could only hope that this would be enough to keep him down. She didn't want to hurt him any more than she already had, despite everything.
Swiftspirit used Front Paw Strike on Bearspirit for -6 (7-1) sp, dealing -11 damage. Swiftspirit uses Desperate Blows for -5 sp, dealing -7 damage. Disadvantaged stat reduction active. Moor Runner active, damage reduced by -1.
Bearspirit pending KO 0 / 70 hp (14 - 11 - 7) 107 / 160 sp
Bearspirit wasn't about to go down without a fight... no matter how pointless. Once he finally got his feet under him, he saw Swiftspirit come toward him with claws. He dodged to the side, getting out of the way of the worst of it. He struck out with his own attack, but even he knew his strength was failing him.
If he couldn't even beat her... what chance did he have against someone who had been on the run for moons and had managed to kill many cats... including Ivystar?
Bearspirit used Dodge and Fight, dealing no damage and -15SP
Bearspirit 7HP / 92SP (-7HP) (Dodged the Standard Move)
Bearspirit actually managed to duck away from some of her strikes, Swiftspirit would have found it more impressive if she didn't want to just end this quickly. "Just stay down, please." She muttered, lashing out once audio with her claws. She couldn't keep this up for much longer, neither of them could.
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 was staggering around at this point. His mind was willing but his body had had enough. He sank to the ground, slowly, shakily. Her claws met his face and it was enough to topple him the rest of the way over. He lie there, willing his body to move but not getting any response from his limbs. He fixed Swiftspirit in a glare and his ears pinned back against his head. "I'll never show you mercy again." He muttered, his voice struggling to be above a whisper. His tone was clear: He felt betrayed. He was fighting it with every fiber of his will power, but the darkness was creeping around his vision. Slowly it took him and Bearspirit's eyes rolled in the back of his head.
Finally... his breathing went from adrenaline fueled and labored to steady and soft as if he had fallen asleep.
The rough collision of Ashfall's defensive response set the angular confines of Jayshriek's skull rattling with an unpleasant recourse, the lackluster heat sparking behind the instinctive movement shaking his vision for a few brief, tension-wrought, heartbeats. The frigid chill of adrenaline and poor temperament coiled tightly within the base of his spine, a gossamer webbing of apprehension and tension knotting and entrenching itself within the sinewy tendrils of nerves; hair instinctively prickling into a great mane of sun-bleached dark fur at the subconscious knowledge of mirroring scraps entrenched along the steep cliffs of the waterway. There was a certain... collective control intrinsically intertwined with the WindClan Warrior's methodical attempt to subdue him, an astonishingly mundane tedium to the actions that served only to further enflame the fathoms of the ill-will simmering sharply upon his tongue.
Well, that wouldn't do, now would it? What good would it do to provoke a dog as an incentive to outrun the ghosts ever upon your heels, when said dog was all but blind and deaf in its ignorance to the natural order of the walking world?
"Knowledge that would let you hunt this land?" Jayshriek seethed out, low voice all the beguiling grace of a venomous snake poised to strike, vicious dark pupils rapidly shrinking and expanding within molten pools of fiery contempt as he eyed the WindClanner as though she was nothing more than an insignificant grain of sand below his paws. Odd, how just a few moons ago he had been in this exact spot once before, staging a false conflict in order to win the necessary support of WindClan; and now he was using an unfortunate passerby as nothing more than an idle distraction from his raging grief. "I suppose chasing a scrawny rabbit into the Gorge to bash your own skull open upon the rocks awaiting below is one way to hunt."
Jayshriek used Duck & Twist, Dealing -5 in Damage & Costing -5 in Stamina for a SUCCESSFUL ESCAPE. No longer pinned! Slippery Coat has been ENGAGED- 1/2 for failure, 3/4/5/6 for success. -1 in Damage to opponent due to Moor Runner in Effect.
JAYSHRIEK 40/50 [HP] 108/120 [SP]
ASHFALL 42/55 [HP] 86/100 [SP]
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