Fight club [C]

The wind was gently blowing humid air throughout the forest, making a few looser leaves fall from their trees. Blackbear snorted as one of these leaves landed on her nose, making her lip curl in discontentment. She was discontent quite often now that the weather was getting even more unbearably wet. All of her thick fur was standing on end, frizzy from the humidity. An apprentice walked next to her, though she kept her distance. She had an irksome feeling that if anyone or anything else touched her today she'd kill someone. Her tail gave a characteristic lash, not to be outdone by her everlasting snarl. Yeah, she was not in a good mood today. But she was a warrior, which apparently meant that she had to teach runts other than her own brother how to fight. She didn't get why, since he wasn't her apprentice nor Birdchaser's. But apparently his mentor was busy or something, because here she was leading him out of camp.

She hadn't said a word to the tom, a quiet growl rumbling away in her throat. It was only when they reached their destination, a shady area some minutes outside of camp, that she finally addressed him. Stoatpaw was his name, right? "Stoatpaw. Have you sparred with anyone before?" She hoped not, since the other warriors had an annoying habit of teaching their apprentices to spar with sheathed claws and hidden teeth. How were they meant to learn to fight when their mentors were so soft?

The warrior beside him did not look happy. Everything from the wind to the trees seemed to anger her even more. Though Stoatpaw appreciated the warrior's willingness to teach him, he couldn't help but keep his distance from her. Her constant snarl had set him on edge, Blackbear didn't feel like a clanmate in this moment. It almost felt like she thought of Stoatpaw as an invader, trying with all her might to not tear him to shreds. Not for the first time since leaving camp he wondered if there were any other warriors that might be willing to teach him. As they reached their destination, Stoatpaw knew there would be no turning back, he would just have to suffer through this training session. Shaking his head, the apprentice replied, "No, Frostbite never got around to teaching me." With a short pause, he added, "Um, thank you, by the way."

Stoatpaw mumbled out a response and Blackbear gave a single nod, though her mood was no better than it had been five minutes ago. Her muscles tensed and she held bacl the urge to just attack him. What better way to learn to spar, right? But even she had her limits, if only ones enforced by her respect for Birdchaser. And she knew that, should this child get too badly hurt, she'd get an earful from her former mentor.

So she forced herself to stay still, perhaps a little creepily so. "We fight with claws and teeth, if I see you holding back I'll- hm." She struggled to think of an appropriate threat. 'Bite your tail off' seemed, even to her, a little violent for a Clanmate. "Don't hold back, or else. You can attack first." she growled the last words begrudgingly, claws flexing in anticipation.

This was supposed to be a simple sparring session, using claws and teeth didn't feel right. Then again, he had to consider who was staring him down. The tensed muscles, coupled with her eerie stillness made her look like a barely restrained beast, ready to shred him into tiny ribbons at any second. At least she was showing restraint. Stoatpaw hadn't known her well, or at all, but this seemed like a huge accomplishment for the she-cat. He knew the moment he attacked, she would be ruthless in her assault, and if he refused to fight or took too long to start, she would most likely take back her offer of letting him get the first hit in. There was no point in waiting, it was a lose-lose situation for him no matter what. Stoatpaw angled a slash at the warrior's chest, claws outstretched as far as he could bear.

Stoatpaw used Front Paw Strike on Blackbear, dealing -6 HP and costing 7 SP

Blackbear
34/40 HP (-6)
100/100 SP

Stoatpaw
20/20 HP
53/60 SP (-7)

For a few fleeting seconds, Stoatpaw stood still amd Blackbear gave a low growl. Was he surrendering before the fight even began? But before she couod decide just how angry to feel about that, the young tom sprang at her and clawed her chest. It was a shallow cut, but deep enough to elicit a small hiss from the warrior. Maybe this would be a decent fight after all. "Too shallow, Stoatpaw. You won't win a battle by being nice."

She bared her teeth, darting forwards to latch her jaw onto his leg. She bit down, though she failed to get a proper grip. Her teeth sliced at his pelt as his leg slipped out of her grip, bringing blood dripping into her mouth. She haphazardly licked it off her lips and widened her stance, inviting him to try again.

Blackbear used Snap on Stoatpaw, dealing 8HP and costing 7SP.

Blackbear
HP:34
SP:93 (-7)

Stoatpaw
HP:12 (-8)
SP:53

Stoatpaw tried to pull away from the warrior as she advanced on him, but she was too fast. Pain shot through his entire leg as she clamped down on it; panick coursing through him as he jerked his leg out of her grasp, letting out a pained yelp as he did.  Adrenaline filled his body, numbing the pain of the wound for now. The way she licked at his blood only sickened the apprentice. "Shallow?" He spat at Blackbear through a slight shake in his voice. "How can I cut you through all that fur!" The panick that had filled him mere seconds ago was replaced with anger as he looked down at the wound. A jagged slice ran up the length of his leg, dripping with blood and staining his white paw. A growl escaped his throat as he charged at her. The experience in fighting between them was too vast, but he at least wanted her to feel this one. Stoatpaw bit down as hard ar he could on Blackbear's shoulder, and through the mouthful of fur, he could faintly taste blood.

Stoatpaw used Snap on Blackbear, dealing 6HP and costing 7SP.

Blackbear
28/40 HP (-6)
93/100 SP

Stoatpaw
12/20 HP
45/60 SP (-7)

Blackbear gave a single huff of laughter as the apprentice responded angrily to her comment. Good, maybe he'd actually listen. He looked at his wound for a few seconds and Blackbear was half-tempted to attack him again, teach him not to hesitate- but then he promptly charged at her, anger burning in his eyes. Her own eyes widened slightly as his teeth made contact with her shoulder. His bite, though she'd never admit it, was far more successful at actually sinking in than her own.

She yowled, watching her light gray fur go red as blood poured from her wound. For a moment she saw red, teeth going for his throat- then she remembered this was a spar, not a fight. She shook herself awake, aborting her killing bite. He couldn't learn from this if he actually died.

Taking advantage of his neck being within her grasp, she went for a less deadly maneuver. She kept her mouth closed, worried she'd bite too deep in her anger, and settled for headbutting him in the neck. She hissed as his teeth were torn from her shoulder, letting blood seep through more of her fur. "Good. If you were fighting a weaker cat, you might have won by now." She was certain that a WindClanner or RiverClanner, cowards as they were, would have run away after that bite.


Blackbear used Headbutt on Stoatpaw, dealing 6HP and costing 5SP.

Blackbear
HP:28
SP:88 (-5)

Stoatpaw
HP:6 (-6)
SP:45

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Blackbear going for his neck. Stoatpaw shut his eyes, bracing himself for the oncoming attack. The blow knocked him off of her, sending him stumbling slightly as he gasped for air. As he righted himself, he became aware of the blood on his maw. Is this mine? One look at Blackbear gave him his answer. The wound that he had given her wasn't as bad as what she had done to him, but if she was complimenting him then it had to have hurt. A smug smile crept its way onto his face as he stared at her wound. He wanted to say something back, but his mind wasn't working right. He doubted he could continue trading blows with Blackbear, especially with the pain of his leg coming back to him. It had started to return as a slight stinging sensation, but was quickly worsening. Ready to charge in for another attack, Stoatpaw began to wobble slightly, before falling back on his haunches. A quick glance at his leg revealed that it was still bleeding, maybe continuing the fight hadn't been such a good idea. "Blackbear, I don't think I can keep going." He could hardly hear himself through the pounding in his head, but he knew that she wouldn't react well.