Who's the better fighter? [Shadewing and Drydusk]

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] Count: 329 Warrior: Shadewing the Ambitious Involved: Drydusk Notes: Gotta take a shower and pack for skiing, take your time on the reply. It seemed that the sickness was only getting worse. Shadewing had tried his hardest to stay away from other cats: all diseases Shadewing knew well (as he wasn't a medicine cat!) were spread by being near the infected cats. And you never knew who was feigning being okay: Shadewing would do it himself. He wouldn't let a sickness hurt him on his way to leadership. Shadewing spotted Drydusk in the distance. He didn't look sick, did he? Shadewing wanted a fight. Not with any cat, but with him. His brother. He needed to see that he was stronger than the other ambitious warrior. Just to see who was really in charge: And that would likely be Shadewing, because.. Well, Shadewing would do almost anything to prove he was better. Nothing too far out of the warrior code. He'd only use the ones he trusted. Shadewing trotted over to him, tail high in the air in a greeting. He'd need to make himself look as friendly as possible so Drydusk didn't back down, or nobody thought the fight would be serious. "Drydusk." He said his brother's name. "I want to see how well your mentor trained you. How about a little fight by the Sycamore? I won't rip your head off." He promised with a toothy grin. "No, really, I won't. But I'm not liable for close calls." Shadewing said. It sounded like a joke, but Shadewing knew that if the fight got bad, he'd use some real moves. "Don't wimp out. Unless you've got that little sickness, I'd expect you to fight like a warrior. If you refuse, you're not as strong as I thought you were. I'd imagine you wouldn't be scared in a match against a kit, but I'd think you wouldn't mind having a little play-fight with your warrior brother." Shadewing grinned again. "How about it?"

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] Chill out, what'cha yelling for? Lay back, it's all been done before. And if you could only let it be, you would see: Somebody else, 'round everyone else You're watching your back like you can't relax You're trying to be cool you look like a fool to ME. Word Count: 443 [not counting Shadewing's words, mind] Cat: Drydusk the Responsible Notes: I had fun with this one xD Drydusk is my baby. <3 Pawsteps. The gray warrior was standing proudly, as ever, curious and alert and waiting. The light pelted Shadowclan tom knew he was coming. His brother- he knew the strong, dangerous scent from foxlengths away and days old. He'd grown up with the scent as a kit. His blue eyes closed as his brother started to talk, his fur bristling. He wanted to go on a patrol, but Crowstar was sick and the deputy had yet to choose dusk patrols. His ears flattened against his head. His brother wanted a fight. As if there wasn't more important things to do. There were kits needing feeding and boarders to be watched. Still, it didn't matter to Shadewing. And if it did, his want... His need for power. Drydusk's pale pink nose flared as he breathed, knowing the scent so well it burned. He knew. He wanted a fight too. He was just about as big as his brother now, but his frame was still small in comparison. If it wasn't for Nightshade... "Drydusk. I want to see how well your mentor trained you. How about a little fight by the Sycamore? I won't rip your head off. No, really, I won't. But I'm not liable for close calls. Don't wimp out. Unless you've got that little sickness, I'd expect you to fight like a warrior. If you refuse, you're not as strong as I thought you were. I'd imagine you wouldn't be scared in a match against a kit, but I'd think you wouldn't mind having a little play-fight with your warrior brother. How about it?" First off. He didn't have any sickness. He was the healthiest cat in the clan! [except, he was starving lately...] And Nightshade was a great mentor. He would have no problem beating his stupid "older" brother. He was still the smarter one, and his head wasn't clouded with the sickness of ambition. His light blue eyes turned on his darker brother, staring at him with such a great lack of emotion it would have been nearly terrifying if he had seen his reflection at that exact moment. "You're on. I don't see why you care so much, but I could beat you with a lame paw," he half-purred half growled, closing his eyes coldly. His brother was so... Mousebrained. "I'll meet you there in a moment. I've got to make sure the elders are doing okay. We don't have enough apprentices," he flinched, knowing he was lowering himself down to the duties of a mere apprentice. The worse ones too- dealing with the elders. He could have gnawed his tail off and been happier. "And apprentices can't spend all of there time doing chores. They need to learn how to be warriors fast, so we have strong clan mates," he was mostly talking to himself now as he padded past his brother. He was, technically, the youngest warrior in the clan... So it was only right for him to act like an apprentice. He just hoped his brother would hold his tongue once. He was trying to be a responsible cat.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] Count: 159 Warrior: Shadewing the Ambitious Involved: Drydusk Notes: I'm having trouble with the bolding text stuff, so sorry if half of my posts aren't bolded. Also, one swear in this post as a caution. Also, I just got home from skiing, so that's why my reply is so short. "Good. Don't be any later than sun high." Shadewing growled, stalking off into the frozen marsh. The ground was frozen under his paws mainly, though in some parts the freezing mud tried to grab at his paws. Sometimes Shadewing would accidentally crack thin layers of ice, causing little bits of water to flow up. In no time he was at that burnt tree that was above camp. A long time ago it was said to be struck by lightning: And since then it had, for some reason, become a place to train and mainly a meeting place for a few cats, like Shadewing and Drydusk. Who had better get his ass over to the Sycamore before Shadewing grew too impatient. Absolutely itching for his fight, Shadewing dug his claws into the frozen soil, pressing then in, and weighing down, until he heard a crack, and ice broke. Shadewing was determined to show his brother who was really boss.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] Every time we lie awake After every hit we take Every feeling that I get But I haven't missed you yet... Word Count: 747 <- woah muse. And I didn't even put as much emotion it in as I normally do [my style: ramble about how my char. feel] Cat: Drydusk the Stealthy Notes: ...<: -proud- Drydusk is NINJA. His silver paws moved over the cold, grassy earth so slowly that he could feel each blade of snow-colvered marsh just wriggle under the slow movement. He wasn't going slow on purpose, he just couldn't find it in himself to move faster. His blue eyes fixated on the elders, and especially on one. Goldentail- the poor she-cat had fallen to near deafness, unlike Blackpelt, so she had become an elder much earlier. Being his mentor's mother, he smiled at her. The she-cat noticed and nodded to him as he took the moss he had collected in his maw fall to the ground. He smousedungped at all of it, making it light and fluffy, but still thick, and until she nudged him away telling him she could manage it on her own, he worked on her new nest. "Aren't you a warrior?" she asked him teasingly, with a bit of warmheartedness in her voice. His tail flicked and he nodded, not wanting to say anything. "You get going. Starclan, get an apprentice to do these things. We need you getting prey. If you see one of those kits, make sure they help me with my ticks." She said nothing else, only started to brush him back out of the Elder's den. They both knew the clan was low on cats. Everyone cat had to help, he thought to himself coldly. He left without a word, and headed out of camp. He didn't want to talk to anyone right now. The only thing he wanted to do was get to his brother. A good fight would satisfy them both. Being a Warrior was hard when all you did was hunt and check boarders... And taking Apprentice duties only made it worse. He had to though, it was his job! His clan needed him. If only it wasn't getting so boring, and if only his brother wasn't such a spoiled, rogue-blooded... He stopped himself. That was no way to think about his own kin, he decided. He could see the Burnt Sycamore from where he was- after all, it was the tallest tree around Shadowclan territory, even if it was old and dead. He slipped towards the shadows, pressing onwards silently. His light figure avoided his brother's old paw stepped cracks, walking upon only the study looking ice. This had been his first time in a leafbare since he was a kit- but all ready he had been practicing stalking in it. He didn't crack the ice as much as his brother. This made him happy, as he stayed to the shadows, his gray pelt's color catching the dulled colors of winter. He moved swiftly, as if he was a ghost, leaving no trace except in snowier patches. And soon, he was near the thunder-toasted tree, his brother scent surrounding him. He was in the shadow of the tree now, and completely silent, as his blue eyes shut instinctively. He could hear his brother's breathing, only a couple of foxlengths away. In the cold air, it was hard not to breath loudly, desperate for air in the crispness. He tried not to shake as the fridge Leafbare. As a kit, he had the nursery and his kitten-fluff to keep him warm. His coat was much too thin. He tried to think of something witty to say. Part of him wanted to just leap at Shadewing, but that wouldn't be fair. He was more honorable. Still, if his brother hadn't noticed him, it was his own fault. Shadowclan cats fought in the shadows, did they not? He waited silently, and as the wind shifted and blew against his back, ruffling his fur and carrying his scent to his brother- he hadn't the time. He said nothing, merely snarled and stepped from the shadows, letting the earth crunch loudly under the heavy weight of a battle to come. Claws sheathed- as what would only be proper, he didn't want to hurt his brother... yet- he shot forward, aiming to knock the wind out of his brother with a headbutt to his side. If his brother turned in time, he would merely unsheathe his claws and stop in place out of reach of any swipes. There was enough distance that he could most likely stop if his brother reacted as fast as he should have. If his brother was careless though...

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] Count: 222, not much more I could do without autohitting or rambling a lot. Warrior: Shadewing the Ambitious Involved: Drydusk Notes: Snow day~ Shadewing was knocked over by Drydusk right away, but his bulky build and long fur prevented too much harm. The wind being knocked out of Shadewing, negative. For a moment he was in a vulnerable position for attack again, but Shadewing quickly regained his footing. Shadewing glanced at where he was struck. No claw marks, he had sheathed his claws. Shadewing stared at Drydusk for a while, just growling. He quickly trotted over to where his smaller brother was, and unsheathed his claws. The move wouldn't hurt too much, hopefully. Shadewing threw a paw at Drydusk's cheek. Chances were it would be a good hit, as Shadewing was so close to Drydusk. Also, the paw was going at an extremely fast speed, and Shadewing was almost certain his claws would wrap around Drydusk's cheek for a blow that Shadewing could try to knock him over on, while inflicting some more damage. Drydusk was small, and lithe like a WindClan cat, except for he grew up with ShadowClan ways. Shadewing would have made a better ThunderClan or RiverClan cat, as he was too large and bulky, obviously taking after his rouge father, as his mother was rather small for a female. But it would still be a fight to be won by Shadewing. WindClan cats never won. They always ran.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] I've opened up these scars! I'll make you face this! I've pulled myself so far! I'll make you face this, now! I bleed it out- Digging deeper just to throw it away! Word Count: 288 Cat: Drydusk the daring Notes: ... >: You hurt my baby Shadewing was going too fast, his paw swung with amazing force, and Drydusk knew eve if he ducked he would still get hit- probably even strraight to the head. His muscles loosened, and even though his instinct made him want to tense up, he let himself get hit with the hard blow- but it didn't do much damage as his head rolled with it, his body falling bellow him. His back hit the ground first, and with an undignified 'thumpthump,' he rolled back to his paws, snarling. He'd rip and shred and destroy every last little piece of his brother. He had to do something, his brother had all ready left a wound on him, while he hadn't done a single thing. Had Shadewing really grown that much? Had he fallen behind in his practicing, had Nightshade not taught him as well as Poppyclaw? His heart sunk. That couldn't have been it. His brother was strong as always. He knew very, very well- Shadewing was just stronger. He was more agile though, he was smarter! So his attempt hadn't gone as well as he had hoped- he wanted to have at least left his brother panting for a few moments. So it looked like he would have to get serious, as he lay crouched on the toes of his paws. He jerked his forepaws back and pushed off with his hind legs, shooting forward at his brother again. A warmness crawled onto his cheeks fur, and his forepaws lunged forward with his hurtling speed, and his claws lashed out. His cheek barely even stung as he flew into the fray of battle. He would claw at any part of his brother he could.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] Count: 246 Warrior: Shadewing the Ambitious Involved: Drydusk Notes: >D Shadewing tried to dodged the move, but all he could see doing without further injuring himself badly was crouching down. Of he was to stay up, he'd be harshly knocked to the ground, and have a hard hit on ice. While with crouching down, he'd probably still fall, but it wouldn't be as bad. So that's what Shadewing did. Shadewing winced as he felt his brother's front claws dig into the top of his side. The fluffy black cat hissed, pinning his ears back as the attack hit. His silvery spots that were once spotless were now covered in mud on both sides. Shadewing had crashed into the fallen mud, causing a crash of ice that sounded like breaking glass on tile. Shadewing quickly thought. He would need to think quick so his brother didn't do anymore damage. Okay, so he's on my side. If I roll atop him.. Either it's not going to work, or it's going to injure him fairly badly. Or, on the other paw.. No, that wouldn't work. Plan A it is then. Shadewing thrust most of his power to the side that Drydusk had his claws hooked on. I hope he gets a faceful of my fur while I crush him.. Shadewing could feel the pain of the claws, he didn't have any adrenaline at the moment, but Shadewing was sure he'd get a rush eventually. This better work!

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] And I can tell you’re going through the motions I figured you were acting out your part Once again, we’re playing off emotion Which one of us will burn until the end? Word Count: 265 Cat: Drydusk the buried Notes: OOF!fuurrrrrx__x He felt the shift in his brother's weight before it came, and he tried to duck and roll out of the way, but his brother crashed down on him as he fell onto his back yowling as loudly as he could as the heaviness of his brother crushed him. Fur covered his senses, and if he ever hated his brother's scent, it was now. Blindly he kicked upwards at the sky, trying to claw at his brother. His forepaw's claws were out dug deep where they were though- through fur or skin he couldn't tell- and his cold nose touched something other than fur- a spot of skin. He pushed up as much as he could with his forepaws, and opened his maw, and tried to sink his teeth into his brother's flesh- whatever part of the bosy his brother had buried him in... His side now, maybe? his underbelly? Drydusk had no idea, but he couldn't breath very well at all, and fighting so hard wasn't helping him conserve his energy and oxygen. Starclan, this wasn't a battle he was going to win. This wasn't a battle he could win, his brother had him where he wanted him, and his mind was fogging, his conciousness dragging and his lungs starting to burn. It was incredibly hard to breath with a cat twice your size on top of you and a face full of fur... He had to get his brother off of him, he had too! He wasn't going to loose! He was a warrior! ((Anyone feel free to come in any time now... <: Crowstar? ))

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] Count: 200 ON DA MARK! Warrior: Shadewing the ambitious Involved: Drydusk Notes: Oops. Didn't mean to kill 'em there. When Shadewing felt pain on his side, it jolted him into thinking again. Was Drydusk suffocating beneath him, or more hurt than he intended? Shadewing didn't really want to get into the amount of trouble for murder, so after laying on him for about 45 seconds, the pain and the sheer possiblilty of him drowning his brother in fur made him roll back over. "I'll let you move first so I don't kill you." Shadewing said to his brother who was still on the ground. Probably enjoying breathing again. "That's the last thing I wanted to happen in this fight, as annoying as you are." Shadewing paused, and looked at Drydusk. "Or you could be a kit and give up, if the thought of getting up and unsheathing your claws to your brother is just too much for little Drydusk." Okay, he didn't wish death on his brother, but that didn't mean he still couldn't hate him and tease him. Rain was falling now. It only would make the fight more intense. Shadewing thought he felt some hail.. but he had been wrong on the weather before.

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Who: Ashenpaw
Word Count: 330
Notes: Mousebains. STOP MAKING MORE WORK FOR ME OR SANDFIRE!!!

Ashenpaw stopped, looking around him. His nose told him there was ShadowClan cats up ahead, but he couldn't tell what they were fighting. He thingyed his head confused, and curled up his fluffy tail, and then uncurled it. What in StarClan's name is going on? he thought, his dark blue gaze narrowing. He bounded forward, stopping behind a bush. What he saw drew fear to his heart. Shadewing, Drydusk's older and stronger brother, was on top of Drydusk in a fighting move. He opened his mouth, and the scent told him that blood had been drawn, and also a cat couldn't breath. Shadewing was suffocating Drydusk!

He stayed where he was, knwoing that if he stayed there and witnessed it, he could tell Crowstar of Drydusk's murder. But, his oath as a medicine cat wanted to bring him forward. Then, Shadewing rolled off of his brother and said something to him. This was it. He had to intervene. His ash gray pelt with black points stepped forward, his blue gaze resting upon Shadwing, then traveling to Drydusk. He returned his gaze to Drydusk. On the inside, he was seething, but on the outside, he remained just irritated. "What in StarClan's name to you think you're doing? We don't need injured cats on top of the whole clan being sick. Especially injured cats becoming sick! It's not easy for Sandfire or I to find herbs in this weather you mousebrains! We especially don't need cats just wanting to prove themselves to be deputy, then leader just because of their stupid ambition. Sgadewing, you don't need to be leader to prove yourself, foxbrain. All you have to do is be a loyal warrior, like your brother. I'm disappointed in you both, especially you Shadewing. Your kind of ambition disgusts me. Drydusk, come with me. Shadewing, you're wounds can wait. I smell more blood on him than you."

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] And I want these words to make things right But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life, "Who does he think he is?" If that's the worst you got Better put your fingers back to the keys Word Count: 516 Cat: Drydusk the Humiliated Notes: huffhuffhuffAshenpaw? Geeeezzz... Drydusk was giving up. There wasn't enough air, there wasn't enough strength in his small body. His body went limp, giving up on the kicking, too tired to do anything. His brother had won, he had! Why wouldn't he move?! He was... He wasn't sure if he could handle another few seconds before his brother's fur was no longer in his face. He laid defeated for a moment on the ground, his gray fur layered in thick black fur from his struggle. He was so tired now, but the second his brother's words hit his ears, he stopped panting so hard. He stiffened, fighting his lungs to breath as if he wasn't so tired. He wasn't weak. And he wasn't going to stop fighting. "Little" Drydusk rose from the ground, his limbs shaking from the sudden return of oxygen to his body. His ears pinned back, his blue eyes narrowed, and he was ready to start fighting again, when Ashenpaw's voice hit his ears. His blue eyes shut instantly, flinching, knowing that they were getting told off by an APPRENTICE. He opened one eye and then the other, his gaze stopping on Sandfire's little Medicine cat Apprentice. His ears flicked nervously, and he sheathed his claws. "Hey, we're just practicing," he huffed, his fur only staying flat from the rain, which he only barely noticed just then. That's why everything seemed so dark. Ashenpaw was too little to know that they had always practiced when they were younger. From kits to apprentices to warriors- so what made this time different? However, it seemed just as likely, as he eyed his brother, that he might... He might have been trying to kill him or something. Maybe he had noticed Ashenpaw and- No! His brother wasn't like that. He mentally shook himself from the thought and padded up to the little apprentice, an ear flicking back. "I'm fine," he told the younger Shadowclan cat, feeling a bit embarrassed. His face still felt sticky and damp with blood, but now it was washing off a little in the rain, only to bleed more he was sure. It felt like and cool in the wind though. "But, uh, maybe we should go back," he glanced backwards to his brother- his eyes narrowing with cold and honest threat. If he called him a coward, he would rip Shadewing's ear off. It was his fault the Medicine Cat apprentice found them- the huge tom left pawprints everywhere. He looked back to Ashenpaw, dipping his head a little. Maybe the cat had saved his life. He didn't know, but it would be best to just go. He was fairly sure he wanted his brother basically dead in that fight- so perhaps it was a bit dangerous for them to train. Of course... Their clan didn't need any more hurt warriors. That was true. They were being careless. He just didn't want to be a coward and deny any training... Was that really so bad?

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] Count: 439 Warrior: Shadewing the actor Involved: Drydusk Notes: Shadewing: Play along.. no matter what you feel, Drydusk. Please? Shadewing's long fur wasn't stopped from pricking up. "We weren't being serious. If I wanted him to be murdered, I would have suffocated him. Or I would have silently killed him. You know me, don't you? I don't want to kill anyone. I'm too much of a pansy to kill my own brother for no really important reason." Shadewing narrowed his blue eyes. "We weren't even unsheathing his claws. Drydusk shouldn't be bleeding. As weak as he can be, he's not fragile enough to bleed from hitting the ground. Great StarClan, he's the only one who actually used his teeth or claws! You have to be smelling my blood that he got on his while touching me. Drydusk and I are both good and honest enough not to seriously injure ourselves. No matter our differences, we're still brothers, and share the same blood. And don't worry about me-- even though I think you favorite my brother-- He only inflicted a light wound in my fur that will heal on its own in a day: It's nothing serious." Shadewing noticed he was digging his claws into the ground. He sheathed them. Great StarClan, what a mousebrain! Calling me a fox brain too! Obviously she's never seen how crafty and smart they are.. ha, reverse insult... though I have probably been too intense with her. Whatever. Act responsible. "But I understand your reasoning on how this fight very well could have gotten out of hand. I was becoming too intense on it. It very well could have soon ended in serious injuries, instead of a little stinging on my side. I was very wrong to keep fighting, and taunt my brother." Shadewing sighed. "And it was rude for me to snap at you.. but all Drydusk and I were having was a little fun. We barely ever play-fought as apprentices, and I just wanted to see how good of a mentor Nightshade was to him.. and I admit, he was a good mentor. Drydusk isn't such a bad fighter anymore. Though you're never going to be such a good fighter as me, Drydusk!" He ended the last thing he said with a playful comment. I don't care how you feel about me Drydusk.. but it'll be a lot more convincing! Just make a smart Drydusk-y comment back! It'll save us both more trouble, and less talking. Shadewing inhaled breath, and looked down at his paws. "I agree. Let's go.. thanks for stopping us before things got out of paw."

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((Drydusk teases back with a playful comment of how Ashenpaw is a tom. xD I'll wait for Twilly to post before I post with Drydusk again <: ))

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((It's a he?

Did I tell you I'm bad with genders yet, or was that IvyClan..?))

[Twilight]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=7d7580] Word Count- 178 Words Who- Ashenpaw the Forgotten Ashenpaw huffed. "You think I'm as stupid as a kit Shadewing. I'd have to be a blind medicine cat to not see the claw marks and blood on his face. And even if I were blind I could still smell it. Blood is blood, it makes no difference to me. I watched you roll on top of him when he fell. I was watching most of this fight. " He flicked his tail in annoyance as his face made an exasperated expression. He gave his pelt a shake, and sniffed out some late chervil hunkering in the roots of a large pine tree. He quickly dug it out, and laid it at his paws. "Besides, you both need to make it to the naming ceremony. You're getting apprentices and you're not there. Better hurry behind me back to camp unless you want Crowstar to change their mentors." Ashenpaw picked up his one measly piece of chervil and huffed. He slowly turned and pushed his way into the underbrush and his black tipped tail disappeared quickly.