crowpaw was injured. apparently that wasn't enough to save him from the right of passage all new bloodclanners had to preform. he stared down his opponent, a feline that couldn't bee that much older than him. he was thankful they hadn't put him against a fully trained warrior, at least the fight would be somewhat evenly matched. there were no words between them as they crouched, silent, eyes watching for any sign of attack. the bloodclanner (their name was pebble, crowpaw remembered) was a little taller than the ex-riverclanner, long limbs and a long tail. the outline of taut muscles underneath a thin layer of fur informed crowpaw that they were probably stronger than he was too, but he wasn't disturbed. he already had a plan, after all, and victory went to the swift.
crowpaw's gaze shifted to rest on his opponent's left forepaw and his muscles bundled up as he pounced, shooting forwards towards pebble's left. right as he was about to collide with the feline he slammed his paws into the ground and swerved last second to lash out at the other's right flank. pebble was expecting an attack on the left, no doubt, because he twisted right into crowpaw's unsheathed claws and adorned his grey pelt with thin ribbons of red. while the bloodclanner was still facing the other way and recovering from the shock of crow's feint, the black furred feline threw himself to his side and slid underneath pebble's long legs, reaching up with a paw to slash as his belly as he did so. he knew this was risky, as when he emerged on the other side pebble was waiting for him, and he swiped at crowpaw's vulnerable eyes. the inferior leaped back but hissed as the other feline's claws found purchase in the thin flesh of his ear, tearing a bloody triangle from the sensitive skin. as crowpaw reeled from the attack pebble wasted no time in lunging for his throat, and the black-pelted apprentice felt his heart thud as teeth closed around his windpipe. his thick fur prevented too much damage, but the rogue was swiftly applying more pressure and crowpaw knew his air supply would be cut off before too long. he reached around to dig his claws into pebble's eyes, and batted at the larger apprentice's chest with his back paws. the tall feline hissed and dropped crow, spitting out clumps of black fur.
crowpaw didn't let go of pebble's face, and instead propelled himself off the ground with strong back legs, twisting midair to land on the bloodclanner's back. pebble bucked and crowpaw took the opportunity to kick his back legs out from underneath him, sending his opponent to the ground. he stood over they grey tabby, panting and silvery eyes narrowed. he reached down and placed his fangs over the tom's delicate spine; a warning. it wouldn't take much to preform the killing bite he'd used on prey all those times in the forest. he waited for an order to kill, or an order to let go. he didn't want to kill anyone, but he couldn't go back to the forest cats. he had to stay in bloodclan and if that meant killing, then he would kill without hesitation. starclan be damned. they'd done nothing but ignore him in the past, so now he was returning the favour. he'd slid on his injured side, splitting open the barely healed wound for the second time in a week, and his ear throbbed painfully, but he was relatively unhurt considering the outcome of the other initiations he'd witnessed.