Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss [CHALLENGE]

Ooc: short, my apologies.

Hentooth sunk her claws in a bit deeper (not too deep, she wasn’t about to leave him lookin’ like Bloodmousebrain) as the apprentice kept yammering and yammering. Stars. Then he coughed blood in her face and she was not amused.

Okay, looked like he was down for t’ count. She gave him a good slap in the face for coughing blood all over her- yuck. “I don’t wanna have some fish-breath all over me!” Yeah, he probably was unconscious, but that just meant he couldn’t argue.

Hentooth used Front Paw Strike, dealing 7 damage and costing 7 stamina. Greypaw is no longer pinned.

Greypaw
6/13 HP (-7)
60/60 SP

Hentooth
30/30 HP
57/80 SP (-7)

The pair went silent except for snarls and growls. Goldenfang didn’t have the desire to waste mental energy on coming up with another snappy insult when she was busy planning how to quickly turn her opponent around. The gray deputy was too direct with her next attack, gripping Goldenfang’s shoulders and forcing her to the ground with her body weight. Most of the air was crushed from her lungs and an involuntary gasp resulted from her trying to suck more back in. Wily as she was, Dewlight was too heavy to slip out from easily. She’d have to figure something else out.

Goldenfang is pinned for 1 more turn.

Dewlight:
75/80 HP
148/170 SP

Goldenfang:
56/65 HP
106/120 SP

Bearspirit's words were enough to send a spark of anger through her, but their fight was over. If that's how the foxheart wanted to act... It wasn't her problem. With a low growl, Swiftspirit turned away, gaze raking over the rest of the battlefield. Hentooth, standing over one of the Riverclanners. Now that just wouldn't do. Pushing through her exhaustion, Swiftspirit bounded forward, claws flashing as she lunged for the apprentice with a hiss. He was already down and Swiftspirit intended for him to stay that way.

Swiftspirit used Jumping Strike on Graypaw for -6 (7-1) sp, dealing -9+3 damage because Graypaw was unfocused.
Disadvantaged stat reduction active.
Moor Runner active, damage reduced by -1.

Swiftspirit
11 / 65 hp
42 / 130 sp (48 - 6)

Graypaw pending KO
0 / 20 hp (6 - 9 - 3)
60 / 60 sp

Ashfall's bad paw buckled as her opponent shifted, causing her grip to be lost, and her to roll to the side. Smoothly getting to her paws once more, she watched the tom as he screeched about how dangerous it would be for Windclan to hunt at the gorge. "Better for us to be able to hunt when we need the prey, rather than give it to a clan that would scare off all the rabbits. Show me how quick you really are Riverclanner!" Eyes narrowing, she darted forward again, jaws snapping at the fur in front of her. He wanted to preach about safety? He could start by fleeing.

Ashfall used Snap, dealing 10 damage, and using 7 (-1 Hentooth) stamina!
Moor Runner is active, -1 HP loss to Ashfall!

Ashfall
42/55 HP
80/100 SP (-6)

Jayshriek
30/50 HP (-10)
108/120 SP

The lame WindClanner went stumbling free within moments of Jayshriek's easy lurching.

Center of balance carefully shifting low on the spine, weight smoothly gathering down in the fathoms of his belly and pelvis, he pulled himself upright again, muscles tensing under the sudden shift to a more upright position atop his haunches. A cursory glance at his surroundings revealed little of use; those still partaking in the fight had hardly moved beyond a few miniscule pawsteps or two, although his younger Clanmate seemed to have the unfortunate predisposition of throwing himself into the fight only to immediately lose. Ah well, such is life. Ashfall's snapping teeth was immediately rewarded with a responding hard bashing to the awaiting jaws, claws striking firmly against cheeks, twisted lips, and bared teeth as though warding off a persistent nuisance.

"I doubt there's much question of speed between the two of us," Jayshriek reposed neatly, blatantly honest words searing into his tongue with all the fire and rage of a wasp caught between his teeth, "seeing as though I still have all four functional paws." The sudden collision of his paws against the WindClanner's face left an unpleasant ghost of recoil tremoring up the hardened lengths of his forelimb, and  bearing the sensitive undersides of his pawpads against another cat's exposed teeth was certainly unfortunate, but the lingering red trails blossoming in his wake was evidence enough of his contribution. "Tell me, what's the worth of a WindClan cat that can't even run properly?"

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Jayshriek used Front Paw Strike, Dealing -9 in Damage & Costing -7 in Stamina.
-1 in Damage to opponent due to Moor Runner in Effect.

JAYSHRIEK
30/50 [HP]
101/120 [SP]

ASHFALL
34/55 [HP]
80/100 [SP]

Well, he could now confidently say that this particular medicine cat had no business being a medicine cat. Honestly seemed like she was far more eager to run off into fights than heal... made him wonder why in Starclan's name she actually wanted to be a medicine cat.

Baffling, really.

Pain was throbbing through his body, his face and he knew that the final blow of the cat would definitely scar. When it had hit it took every fibre of his being not to let out a screech of pain. His head had been bounced against the ruthless ground once again with the blow, making white spots dance across his vision. The nausea had become so many times worse than it was before, and the only thought he had was 'stay still, keep up the act, or you're going to die'.

He had bitten his tongue again, it was getting hard to breathe around it. His consciousness was fading, but he wasn't down yet, somehow, he was sure he could strike back.

That's when a forgotten calculation had stabbed him in the back. Reinforcements.

To be fair he had abandoned that possibility because, one, he very much looked very obviously unconscious, and two; He was an apprentice, barely a threat. So why, why, why, had a warrior, supposedly more mature, more in control, and most definitely not threatened by a puny apprentice... mauled him?

Because they were worried about the medicine cat? The one that had thoroughly trounced him and used rather excessive violence against him? Greypaw knew his plan for a final attack would most definitely not put this vengeful medicine cat out of commission, and after that blow, he knew her counterattack would've put him out of commission thoroughly.

The sheer illogical nature of the sudden attack from the full-fledged warrior struck confusion, fear, and anger into him along with the savage blow to his flank. All within a burst of a couple of seconds after the left-field attack. He didn't know who this warrior was, there were no particular identifying characteristics of them that he could use to call back onto his memories of the gathering.

'Why'?

Why had they attacked him? No it couldn't be because of the completely unmarred Medicine cat they had dragged into this battle. He didn't know them, were they just angry because of some clan-rooted fanaticism? 'How dare this other clan, just trying to survive like us, claim this land?' He was an apprentice though, there was no logic to attacking a downed apprentice, he didn't know, it was illogical, he couldn't comprehend any of this, couldn't comprehend this fight-

He was confused.

Soon after the blow, an unbidden cough erupted from him, spraying red on the ground beside his head, trickling out of his muzzle as he laid uselessly on his side. All he could feel was pain, all he could smell was blood, all he could taste was copper as red slowly pooled around his ajar maw.

Before his likely-concussed conscious faded completely, one thought crossed his mind, one that struck him with a deep-rooted terror that every creature knew. The fear of death.

'I'm going to bleed out, aren't I?... these two killed me...'

His dull gaze soon flickered with that burst of fear, before slowly disappearing behind closed eyelids as he gave up his struggle against wakefulness.

...Maybe this was good though... perhaps... he'd join his family soon...

That'd be... nice.



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(Note that despite the evidence in the post he is not dead... just close to it XD)

Dewlight continued to claw and slice at the other deputy's back, putting all of her anger into her attacks. Several tail lengths away, she saw Bearspirit fall, followed shortly by Greypaw. The cat who had been fighting Bearspirit and.... WindClan's medicine cat?? Anger flared in her gaze as she hissed into Goldenfang's ear. "Appears your medicine cat has forgotten her oath. May StarClan see that you all are punished accordingly, you
clan thieves and oathbreakers."

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

Dewlight:
75/80 HP
133/170 SP (-15)

Goldenfang:
47/65 HP (-9)
106/120 SP

Hentooth continued looking askance at the ‘paw, wondering what he was- oh. Swift slammed her paws into him- she glanced sideways at her. “Could you possibly have hit him any harder?” She asked sarcastically, sidestepping as he coughed out blood. “Keep this up an’ we’re gonna knock all his teeth clean outta his head- he’s down for the count, anyways. Wait a second-“ A pawful of moss (she didn’t have any cobwebs with her) applied quickly to stop the bleeding- none of them seemed too serious-

“Oh stars, Golden’s in trouble,” she hissed, turning her gaze to the deputies. “I’ll stay ready to ‘eal and step in if’n there’s trouble- you’re better to help ‘er than I am-“ Hentooth hadn’t been able to do much for Swift’s wounds, but enough to stop the bleedin’. She latched her teeth into the apprentice’s scruff and dragged the tom-cat away from the Gorge and out of the immediate vicinity of the fight. No need for ‘im ta die.

Hentooth used Major Heal, healing 7 damage and costing 12 stamina.

Swiftspirit
18/65 HP (+7)
X/X SP (unchanged)

Hentooth
30/30 HP
45/80 SP (-12)

“You’re crazy, fish-face! Hentooth has the right to protect herself. You’re obviously upset RiverClan’s training is so weak that the kit couldn’t stand up to her, and if you think your elders are telling the truth about owning land beyond the river seasons before we were born, you’re also shockingly dim.” Dewlight’s claws burned like fire in her back. Filled with fury at the arrogant queen’s lies and insults, Goldenfang kicked her legs beneath her and bucked her off with vigor. Lunging forward, she clamped down onto Dewlight’s hind leg with as much pressure as she could muster. Her steely blue eyes smoldered with impulsive rage, though she wasn’t stupid—she was pulling backwards, away from the gorge, and dragging the rival deputy through stones and dust.

Goldenfang used Random Recall and Snap, cancelling the stun, dealing 10 damage, and using 7 (-1) SP.

Dewlight:
65/80 HP (-10)
133/170 SP

Goldenfang:
47/65 HP
100/120 SP (-6)

OOC: Golden would have lost an additional 4 SP for Random Recall (5-1). Correction reflected below!

"Are you as blind as you are stupid?? Your medicine cat doesn't have a scratch on her pelt. Admit that your healer broke her oath and attacked an apprentice that was doing nothing to her!" She yowled as Goldenfang broke her grip, snapping out at her.

Dewlight used Snap, dealing 11 (-1 Moor Runner) damage and costing 7 SP.

Dewlight:
65/80 HP
126/170 SP (-7)

Goldenfang:
37/65 HP (-10)
96/120 SP

Ashfall stood, dud paw lifted to her side, panting from the exertion. The molly's thoughts were rapid now as she watched Jayshriek again through a narrowed eye. Trying to get under my fur. How fast am I? Can I get him before he gets me. I'm gonna hit him so hard. Her lip curled to reveal her bloodied fangs as she snarled lowly. "Try me." Dashing forward once again, she put her weight on her dud paw, causing her good paw to sweep out as she pivoted awkwardly. Using the momentum, claws made impact with fur and flesh as she pushed off and turned to face her opponent again. "Looks like you're just in a hurry to get hurt, how much more irrational can you get water-brain." Her awkward movements had caused strain on her paw, but Ashfall truly didn't think it could get hurt more than it had. It was already useless, she could do whatever she needed with it now. Not only that, but Jayshriek's words had gotten to her. She was fuming, but had to keep her cool. If she didn't, that idiot tom would have won the battle already.

Ashfall used Front Paw Strike, dealing 10 damage and using 7 (-1 Hentooth) stamina!
Moor Runner in effect, -1 to attacks made on WC!

Ashfall
34/55 HP
74/100 SP (-6)

Jayshriek
20/50 HP (-10)
101/120 SP

Two down... Too many more to go. Swiftspirit was tired, her wounds were bleeding... Pressure against them made her wince. Ah, Hentooth. Right, she could do something about the bleeding. It helped a bit, and Swiftspirit turned to her with a grateful nod. "Thanks, Hentooth." Swiftspirit panted. She took another moment to stay still, surveying the battle around them. Hentooth was quicker though, pointing out Ashfall. Without a word, Swiftspirit bounded forward, clawing at the dark-furred tom her friend was fighting against.

Swiftspirit used Jumping Strike on Jayshriek for -6 (7-1) sp, dealing -9+3 damage.
Disadvantaged stat reduction active.
Moor Runner active, damage reduced by -1.

Swiftspirit
18 / 65 hp
36 / 130 sp (42 - 6)

Jayshriek
8 / 50 hp (20 - 12)
101 / 120 sp

This verbal argument was aggravating and a waste of breath. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t see you grow an extra set of eyes while we were fighting! Of course she could have moved out of the way! Besides, Swiftspirit did the most damage,” Goldenfang huffed after she drew away a but to late to sidestep another slap. Hentooth was as much a WindClan cat as she was and could have easily ran circles around the apprentice. Goldenfang darted again, then jerked to Dewlight’s other side to fake her out. She grabbed onto her scruff and shook mightil..

Goldenfang used Scruff Shake, dealing 7 damage and using 19 SP. Dewlight is stunned for two turns.

Dewlight:
58/80 HP
126/170 SP

Goldenfang:
37/65 HP
77/120 SP

(mobile post, sorry for mistakes!)

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

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'Effect Dice' : 5

Weight lurching downwards into the dirt with a surprising abandon for such a large cat, the initial collision in the soft mud and stone was little more than than unpleasant; perhaps hard enough to nick his tongue against his teeth, set his bones alight with a thorough rattling, tremors of dizziness rippling outwards against the forward-set confines of his vision. It took a few quick-moving liminal heartbeats for Jayshriek to realize the fall hadn't at all been at the behest of the lame molly before him, despite what she had likely been hoping to achieve, but instead at the timely intervention of an interloper who likely had interceded in hopes of finishing the fight for her Clanmate. "I would tread lightly using the term irrational in such a conversation," Jayshriek eventually lolled out from his place in the dirt, cruel wet simper shaded with a faint red sheen, "seeing as the only irrationality between the two of us is the one who's worth would be better attested by feeding carrion birds."

A pinprick of heat resonated within the length of his side as he made to stand, dull ache blossoming into a sharp throbbing sensation that stung his lungs, curled hot and tight within his throat. Though it was certainly not the worst damage he could've received as far as potential wounds go, it would certainly make fighting all the more difficult- though truth be told, he had likely received worse from Kitefire during one of their more playful encounters. Suddenly turning upon Swiftspirit in a wraith-like shimmer of silky dark fur and liquid smoke movements, Jayshriek lashed out at the unfamiliar molly's undefended head and face with enough force to make the bones within his own forepaws ache. "The actions of your Clanmates only serve to embolden my claims- not even willing to let you finish your own fight without aid, hm?"

Really, it was immensely shameful that such a pitiful cat was allowed to live over Kitefire.

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Jayshriek used Upright Lock on Swiftspirit, Dealing -10 in Damage & Costing -20 in Stamina.
-1 in Damage to opponent due to Moor Runner in Effect.

JAYSHRIEK
8/50 [HP]
81/120 [SP]

ASHFALL
34/55 [HP]
74/100 [SP]

SWIFTSPIRIT
9/65 [HP]
36/130 [SP]