FireClan, Attack! [TAGGED]

[Pan]

T he sun was bright and blinding that morning, beaming down into the clearing of FireClan’s makeshift camp thought it lent very little warmth itself. Snow was falling from puffy grey clouds, and a gentle breeze blew over the forest; by Leaf-Bare standards, it was a good day.     “FireClan, attack!”     A loud squeaking mew sounded from the mouth of the nursery as a small tabby tom kit came springing forwards. His short, stubby legs pumped underneath him as he hurtled across FireClan camp, tail bristling and fur fluffed.     With a yowl of triumph Pikekit pounced on a mound of moss that lay at the edge of the clearing. He sunk his claws into the fuzzy mound. “I’ve got you now, RavenClan scum! Fear my wrath!” he spat, and with a bat of his paw, sent the bundle of moss rolling aside.     His first enemy dealt with, he spun around, his amber eyes searching for another. Instantly he locked onto a straying tendril from the brambles that encircled the camp. Puffing, he leaped at it. But no sooner had his paws left the ground did he get tangled in it and fell in a flurry of legs and tail.     Scrambling back to his paws, he bristled, baring his teeth. “You dare trip me?” he hissed, raking his claws across it its leaves. “Take that!” The bramble screen trembled then went still; taking that as a victory, he turned and scoped the area for his next victim.     But the clearing was empty aside from a few warriors; huddled together, their expressions grim, they rolled scrawny bits of prey between each other and mumbled about cold feet. They would be no fun to play with, he decided, so he searched somewhere else.     His eyes settled on the elders' den next. There he could see the reflection glassy eyes peering out.     He blinked thoughtfully. Sometimes the elders told stories about the ancient clans and old battles—stories he never grew tired of—but after further consideration, he realized they wouldn't be much fun, either. After all, he wanted to play, not sit around listening to kitten tales.     But there’s no one to play with, he thought, flexing his little claws into the hard-packed earth. They’re too busy sitting around being boring.     Frowning, he loosened the tension in his muscles, his tail drooping in the snow. Why couldn’t there be any fun kits to play with? Sure, there were his siblings, but he grew tired of sparring with them; with the end result usually being him winning, he wanted a new challenge. But who?     As if to answer his questions the nursery entrance shuddered and a small shape came out into the snow. Pikekit’s eyes swelled with excitement, and without considering who it was, he sped towards them, throwing up little waves of snow before tackling them. “Surrender or feel my claws!” he demanded, sinking them in for added effect. WORDS: 482 TAG: trevni (I liked this post too much)

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[trevni]

gustkit

Pan,

i'll never fall in line, become another victim of your conformity

The moss ball shredded itself beneath Gustkit’s insistent claws, and the she-kit’s unseeing eyes glared down at the tattered lichen as though it were personally responsible for every terrible thing that happened in her life. ”So he can take Bluekit and the others out for some ‘warrior training’ but nobody even bothers to wake me up, I see how it is,” she growled lowly, sinking her claws deeper. ”I shouldn’t be surprised – this isn’t the first time – but they could at least take me along so I could show them that I’m not worthless or stupid or weak or—“

She stopped, wincing inwardly as she heard something far larger than the moss ball rip. That… was someone’s nest. Probably Bluekit’s. … Good. Well, not really. Shit.

Perhaps it was time to leave the nursery, at least for a little while.

The she-cat pushed her way through the entrance of the nursery, drawing in a breath of sharp, crisp air that felt and tasted so unlike the stifling, imprisoning air of the nursery. It’s going to snow again soon – more than it already is, at least. Great. The she-cat didn’t need to see snow to grow tired of it – trudging through so much cold, damp nonsense was more than enough.

But a weight suddenly barreled into her side – a kit nearly her size, who uttered a battle cry and sank tiny, kit claws into her short pelt. Normally, Gustkit would have snapped at the other kit, but her muscles had been crying for a fight since she’d heard that Fogstone had taken the rest of her sisters out for mock battle practice.

This is practice too, I guess – just not officially. I’ll show them that I’m just as strong as any true Fireclan cat!

”Fireclan warriors never surrender!” she retorted swiftly, wriggling from beneath her mock opponent and attempting to throw him off with a sudden kick from her long hind legs. She was getting big – she wasn’t sure how big, but she knew that her apprenticeship couldn’t be too far away. She was outgrowing all of her siblings at a rapid pace, and some cats had mentioned that she’d probably be just as tall as her father one day.

But I’ll be a better warrior than him, even if I am blind. Just so I can shove that in his stupid, arrogant face.

Growling, the she-cat tried to scramble to her paws, snapping her teeth in the direction of the other kit and trying to egg him into closing whatever distance had come between them. If he comes to me, I’ll be able to hit him no problem, without looking stupid. ”Well, come on then! Scared?” she taunted, whiplike tail lashing behind her.

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[Pan]

P ikekit had not expected his opponent to be so big, nor had he expected them to be strong, and so he was surprised when no sooner had he sunk in his claws than he was greeted by a fierce rebuttal. “FireClan never surrender!” the kit spat, wriggled underneath and then, driving powerful hind legs up into his belly, throwing him aside as if he were no heavier than bird down.     Grunting, Pikekit released his grip and rolled away before springing to his paw to face his adversary. They were larger than him—older, too—and their fur was as grey as stone. But most striking of all were their eyes. A milky blue like juniper berries, though they flashed and shifted angrily, they did not see. Gustkit. He drew in a breath as he recognized the she-kit. She was the spitting image of her father Fogstone aside from her eyes—and as she stood there growling at him, she looked as angry as him, too.     But rather than balk in the face of danger, Pikekit fluffed his pelt with a mixture of determination and excitement.     Now this—this is more like it! Flexing his claws experimentally, Pikekit braced his limbs and sunk into a battle stance, just like how Boarbelly and Yarrowfrost had taught him. Whisking his tail to the side, he squared his shoulder, anticipating Gustkit’s next move.     But Gustkit hadn’t moved from where he’d knocked her off her paws. Instead, she snapped her teeth at empty space, her tail lashing.     She doesn’t know where I am, he realized suddenly. Then a smile curled the corners of his lips. This should be fun.     “Well come on then,” Gustkit’s voice broke the brief silence. Her tail was lashing behind her, and a growl rumbled in her throat. “Scared?”     Pikekit gave a snort of contempt. “Of you?" He laughed, starting towards her. "Not in your dreams.” Attack Roll: uCtg8Zwv Defense Roll:      In the next heartbeat Pikekit was charging forwards to meet Gustkit head-on, his fur bristling and his lips set into a grim line as he wound his paw back to strike her.     But the blow never connected.     Kicking up a wave of snow, Pikekit feinted to the side at the last second, lashing out instead at her flanks where he claws struck her on the shoulder. “Go on, then," he hissed mockingly. "Let's see if you can hit me!" WORDS: 383 TAG: trevni Using rolls just to make it fair. Hope you don't mind.

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[trevni]

gustkit

Pan

i'll never fall in line, become another victim of your conformity

The she-cat held her ground, looking every bit Fogstone’s daughter as she gnashed her teeth and growled at her foe. Though it was all some game in the end, excitement pulsed beneath Gustkit’s pelt, as surely as if she’d been facing down an entire Ravenclan patrol single-pawed. Are any warriors watching? I’ll have to show them that I can fight, no matter what other cats might think. Then they’ll HAVE to make me an apprentice. Her claws scraped against the frozen earth expectantly, victory already assured in her mind. Even if she was blind, this cat was smaller and younger than her – she’d be able to take him down without much issue, surely.

Her retort brought a scowl to her face, and she turned her blind gaze sharply to the sound of his voice, bracing herself as she heard the thudding of approaching pawsteps. ”Big mistake,” she rumbled, tail twitching behind her. ”Maybe I’ll just have to make you scared,” she countered, prepared to lash back out at the other kit.

The tom didn’t hit her from the direction she’d expected, however – pain suddenly flared in her flank instead, and with a snarl she whirled around, lashing out with unsheathed claws at her offending foe. But to her dismay, her claws whipped only through open air, and she tried to cover up the clumsiness by offering another couple of defensive swipes as she sprang away from Pikekit, putting a hint of distance between them.

”You call that an attack?” she taunted with a sneer, trying to ignore the flush of embarrassment that her own strike had caused her. ”A newborn kitten could strike harder than that – you won’t scare off any Ravenclan assassins that way.” The sting in her flank said otherwise, but Gustkit had had worse – Bluekit was a fierce fighter already, and the one or two training sessions she had had with her father out of him trying to seem like he cared (to the rest of the Clan, at least) had left her battered and sore for days.

She would not allow this kit to get the best of her. Even if he had some advantage in having every sense available to him, Gustkit was too stubborn to let that stop her. If this were a real battle, your enemy wouldn’t go easy on you just because you were blind. Pretend this is life or death, Gustkit.

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[Pan]

D ancing around her, as light as a feather, Pikekit watched as her head jerked from side to side, following the sound of his voice. But even when he drew within striking distance, she wasn’t ready for him. Whipping around, her claws whistled through the empty air—close, but not close enough to graze him—before she sprang away, adding a little bit of distance between them.     Not that it would matter. All the distance in the world couldn’t protect her from Pikekit’s wrath. Sinking down for another crouch, he faltered at her words. Though she had failed in her initial attack, she didn’t seem the least bit perturbed by it. Instead, she taunted and leered at him—or at least where she thought he was—and goaded him on.     All right. You asked for it. Pawing at the dirt, he tensed the muscles in his limbs and, letting out a high-pitched battle-cry, came running towards her second time. This time he made no allowance for tricks. He intended to hurt her.     As the distance between them closed, he drew back onto his haunches and sprang clear into the air. He felt the cool leafbare air as it surged through his pelt, felt the ground as he pushed into it to send himself careening towards her. Had Boarbelly been there to see him now, he didn’t doubt there would have been puffed with pride.     But there was only one problem: he’d jumped too high.     In his haste to attack, he’d pushed off to suddenly from the ground, and he stretched out his paws, he let out a screech of alarm as he realized he was not careening down onto the sleek grey back of Gustpaw, but rushing instead towards solid ground.     His limbs flailing, he attempted to correct his path, but it was no use. He hit the ground with a soft thud. “Oof!” Bouncing up, he rolled amongst the dirt and snow to lay on his side. His paws hurt from landing so awkwardly and his shoulder ached.     Struggling to push himself back to his paws, he bit back a whimper as he felt a jolt of pain in his leg. Ouch! But at least it’s not broken. He tested it experimentally on the ground and then, once the pain had dulled somewhat, he turned to face Gustpaw.     “You got lucky that time,” Pikekit mewed, hiding his embarrassment behind a bold bravado. “But next time you won’t be so lucky. Now come on! I’m sick and tired of attacking you. Prove to me that you aren’t just some mouse-hearted rogue!” Attack Roll: Ux1GaQog Defense Roll:  WORDS: 426 TAG: trevni

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[trevni]

gustkit

Pan,

i'll never fall in line, become another victim of your conformity

The she-cat’s fur spiked as Pikekit’s battle cry sounded – a caterwaul that would have been laughable to any adult cat, but one that posed a very real threat to someone only a little bigger than the other kit. Bracing herself, Gustkit prepared to meet him, hearing the steady sound of pawsteps drawing closer and closer, until he was almost upon her.

Now!

Gustkit surged forward in the same moment she heard the tom’s paws leave the ground – to her excitement she met with only empty space, which must have meant that her opponent had attempted to pounce or jump upon her. She recalled, with a flush of pride, the same trick working on Bluekit, who had often liked to pounce on her when she least expected it. See, I can avoid other cats! Now I just need to hit him…

The idea that perhaps she had just gotten lucky flitted into her mind, but she stubbornly forced it away. It was far more pleasing to assume she’d done something right, rather than coincidence merely working in her favor. The other kit was quiet for a couple of heartbeats after he landed upon the earth – though Gustkit couldn’t see how he had landed, she heard the sharp wheeze as his breath left his body, and thought she heard what had been the beginnings of a whimper.

Did he hurt himself? Uncharacteristic concern sparked within Gustkit for a heartbeat before the she-kit dismissed the thought. Real Fireclan warriors shouldn’t show mercy unless their opponent begs for it. And if he did hurt himself by trying too hard, it’s definitely not my fault.

”Lucky?” she retorted with a huff, growling at the tom-kit’s confidence. ”It’s not my fault you’re as clumsy as a three-legged badger! I’d have gutted you if I was a Ravenclan warrior by now, so you should be thankful I haven’t gone all-out on you yet!” But now I have to. I won’t be able to keep taunting him without attacking myself.

And so the she-cat lunged forward, aiming to collide with the tom only moments after she’d finished speaking. But, whether it was because she’d misjudged, or because Pikekit had had the forethought to move out of the way, she encountered only empty air again, whipping around with an irritated growl as she tried to regain her bearings. Stupid, stupid, stupid! No warrior will want to train me if they’re watching this sorry display. I need to focus!

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[Pan]

H is blood boiled at Gustkit’s ready retort. “Lucky? It’s not my fault you’re as clumsy as a three-legged badger. I’d have gutted you if I was a RavenClan warrior by now, so you should be thankful I haven’t gone all-out on you yet!”     Pikekit flexed his claws into the ground. It was bad enough he’d missed his first pounce, but to hear that the she-cat wasn’t going all-out now was both insulting and concerning. What if she’s just been letting me think she’s weak so she can have an advantage over me? The thought rose briefly into his head, and he pondered it for some time before he shook his head.     Even if Gustkit was truly capable of beating him—something he was reluctant to believe—she hadn’t hit him throughout the whole exchange with anything but her snarky remarks, and those hardly hurt at all.     I bet she’s just saying that to get under my skin—make me overthink things, he thought crossly. Well, I’ll show her. I’m not afraid. I’m a FireClan warrior!     He felt his nursery-soft muscles flex beneath his pelt as Gustkit lunged forwards. Despite being blind, the she-kit moved surprisingly fast, and had he not whirled aside at the last minute there was no doubt in his mind that she could have easily knocked him off his paws. That was close. He swung his head around to stare at her, anticipating another attack as she regained herself, a low growl stemming from her throat.     This is pathetic. Almost hit by a blind kit—as if I’d let that happen! He made a scoffing noise as he padded towards slate-grey she-cat. He circled her with narrowed eyes. “Really? Is that the best you can do? I’ve fought blind bats with better aim than that!” he moved even closer as if daring her to lash out at him.     He was starting to get cocky now, and rightfully so. Gustkit had missed twice now; the chances of her hitting him were only going to decline from here on out, or at least so he thought.     Again, he drew a little closer.     “Maybe it’s time for you to go all-out now,” he suggested, his expression mocking though she’d never be able to see the nasty sneer that played across his features. “People are starting to watch and, well, I wouldn’t want them to think I’m bullying a poor, defenseless blind cat, would you?”     This time he stopped to stand alongside her, his breath warm on her ears when he spoke. “Here. I’ll even let you get a free hit. How does that sound? Fair?” Attack Roll: nUhl71s9 Defense Roll:  WORDS: 429 TAG: trevni (The rolls are getting worse and worse lol)

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[trevni]

gustkit

Pan

i'll never fall in line, become another victim of your conformity

If there was a way to irritate Gustkit, Pikekit had surely become an expert at it. The she-kit was never exactly pleasant, even to her littermates – most of her denmates learned to tread carefully around her or watch what they said around her. This kit, however, had no qualms about highlighting – and mocking – her weakness. He thinks I’m worth nothing. They all do, but I’ll show them. The tiny snarl that came from Gustkit was soft and squeaky and not at all menacing, but there was real anger behind it now as she squared her shoulders, facing Pikekit down.

”You want the best I can do? Fine, but don’t go crying to your mommy or daddy when I’ve shredded you,” she spat, snake-like tail lashing behind her. No more fooling around. If I miss after that, no one will take me seriously.

The tom drew closer, and that incessant voice persisted with its insults. ”Shut. Up,” she hissed, ears pinning back as she dug her claws into the earth. ”I’m not defenseless, you piece of crowfood!” She couldn’t see the look on his face, but it was clearly from the tone and words that he was mocking her, and nothing got Gustkit’s blood boiling quite like being teased.

When he halted beside her and goaded her with a free hit, it was the last straw. The she-cat whirled before the words were ever finished coming out of his mouth, one paw aiming to soundly collide with the tom’s face. Perhaps, if she hit him hard enough, it’d shut him up. She wasn’t entirely sure whether or not she hit her mark dead-on, but she felt her paw and claws collide with something, and that sent a thrill through her as she sprang back, a grin stretching across her muzzle.

”I don’t need free hits! I’m going to beat you now, no doubt about it!” As quickly as it had ebbed, her confidence returned. Perhaps she’d just needed to warm up first. Perhaps, if the fight continued, she’d be able to fully turn the tide.

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[Pan]

H is whiskers twitched with amusement as Gustkit’s heated rebuttal. At last, he’d hit a soft spot, and he felt a surge of satisfaction at her defensive retorts.     “Shut. Up.” She hissed, her ears flattened against her skull. “I’m not defenseless, you piece of crow-food!”     “Prove it then!” he shot back.     But as the words left him, he hadn’t accounted for one thing: Gustkit doing just that and actually hitting him.     As soon as Gustkit struck him across the face, Pikekit reeled backward with a yelp of alarm. How dare she? He hung back, lifting his paw to prod delicately at his face. Gustkit hadn’t held back at all when she’d hit him. She’d put all of her strength behind that blow and it had hurt.     Well, fine. If that’s how she wants to play, I won’t hold back either! He drew his paw away from his face and set it firmly down, glaring daggers at the lanky she-cat as she sprang away from him, shouting another challenge.     In every way, she was larger and fiercer than he was, but he wouldn’t let that hold him back. He’d show her what a real FireClan warrior could do.     “Alright, no more messing around,” he said, his voice terse and low as he took a few cautious steps back. “It’s time for the real fight now.”     He hunkered down into a crouch, his tail flicking behind him pensively as he sought for a good place to strike. I’ve been dodging around her this whole time. She won’t be ready for a full-on attack, he thought as he looked her up and down, thinking back on Boarbelly’s training sessions. His father had always stressed the importance of strength. So long as he could overpower her, the fight would be over in seconds—right?     Yes. It has to work. Don’t hesitate.     Checking his crouch one last time, Pikekit drew back on his haunches, pulled in a breath, and launched himself forwards. His paws thrummed against the earth as he approached her and just as he surged forwards, he let out a loud caterwaul before knocking her over onto the cold ground.     Falling in a heap of hissing grey and tabby fur, Pikekit squirmed against her, his paws battering her sides as he twisted around to grab at her scruff. Seizing it between his teeth, he shoved her head forcefully against the ground, holding on firmly to her shoulders with his needle-sharp claws.     “See? What'd I tell you? You're weak, no matter what you say,” he growled low in her ear, emphasizing his words by jerking her head roughly to the side. “So why don’t you just give up already? You’ll never be a warrior, and you’ll never be stronger than me!” And you’re really starting to get on my nerves! Attack Roll: DslIAAPc Defense Roll:  WORDS: 467 TAG: trevni

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