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Leopardpaw had first spotted the weasel several sunrises ago, at the very outskirts of the RiverClan border. He hadn't said anything at the time, because, well, it was still within RiverClan's border, and what became of those lowly fish-breaths hardly mattered to him. That was until those same fish-breaths seemed to have chased the weasel into WindClan territory. Leopardpaw's gaze followed the bloody trail that marked the injured creature's entrance into the moorlands, a growl rumbling in his throat. RiverClan cats likely laughed as they sent yet another danger into WindClan lands. Did they have no moral code? Well, it was no wonder, considering their status. Leopardpaw really should inform Rapidfire about this, and perhaps he'd even get to be on the patrol that will be sent out to take care of this threat.

... But there might be a chance he wouldn't be on that patrol. Rapidfire would never trust him to fight anything; she'd say he was too young and too inexperienced. As if he, son of Tigerstar, would ever be held to the same standards as common warriors and apprentices. His lip curled in distaste, and instantly his mind was made up.

Following the trail was easy. The long grass was streaked with blood, and the scent was heavy. It seems the weasel had just gone by. Good, it'd still be weak from whatever fight it had with the RiverClanners. The black apprentice stilled as the creature came into sight, and he unseathed his claws. The brown creature had several scratches along its face and back, and was still limping away from the border. Why, this was nothing more than hunting prey! Leopardpaw laughed to himself as he pounced, claws flashing as he sank them into the weasel's body, and felt the smaller creature thrash beneath his grip.

OOC: Weasel starts at 15HP instead of 20, since it is currently injured

Leopardpaw used Claw, dealing 5dmg and costing 5EP
Surprise Attack is active, adding an additional 3dmg to Leopardpaw's attack

Leopardpaw: 20HP / 35EP (-5)
Weasel: 7HP (-8)/ 135EP

The weasel shrieked, a high-pitched sound that pierced the air and would surely scare away any prey in the area. What a pity. Leopardpaw bent down to finish the creature off, but a sudden kick from the weasel made him lose his grip for a moment. Sharp teeth sank into his paw, and now it was the tom's turn to yowl in pain. He kicked furiously, trying to get the weasel off him, but it clung on like a leech, letting its body hit the ground numerous times but still remained steadfast in its attack. The black tom hissed in pain and fury, and using his other claw, smacked the creature yet again with unseathed claws.

Weasel used Gripping Bite, dealing 7dmg and costing 15EP
The Weasal has used Gripping Bite for 1/2 turns
Leopardpaw used Claw, dealing 5dmg and costing 5EP

Leopardpaw: 13HP (-7)/ 30EP (-5)
Weasel: 2HP (-5)/ 120EP (-15)

And still, the weasel would not release its hold. Leopardpaw could feel his blood running freely down his forepaw now, and knew that once the weasel did let go, a lot more blood would come gushing out. He best finish this battle as quick as possible. His thoughts of glorious victory previously was wiped and instead replaced by the drive to survive. Even as the weasel deepend its grip, Leopardpaw still raised his claws once more and brought it crashing down, this time crushing the creature's head entirely.

Weasel used Gripping Bite, dealing 7dmg and costing 15EP
The Weasal has used Gripping Bite for 2/2 turns
Leopardpaw used Claw, dealing 5dmg and costing 5EP
Weasel is now KO'ed

Leopardpaw: 6HP (-7)/ 25EP (-5)
Weasel: -3HP (-5)/ 105EP (-15) KO

Leopardpaw shook the weasel off his leg, the creature's grip finally loosened. He bent down to give his wound a few licks, wincing at the pain that flared up to his shoulder. As much as he wanted to carry the weasel back with him, he knew he wouldn't be able to manage between limping and carrying a corpse with him. With a disappointed sigh, the black tom turned his back to the dead body of his foe, leaving it to the vultures, and began limping his way back to camp. If anyone asked him, he'd simply say he had ran into the weasel while hunting. Maybe this might even convince Father to give him his warrior name early.