;a new story to be written; [P invites only] Wintercloud's kitting!?

Ashfeather hissed as his target disappeared from beneath him. Wintercloud was quick. He should've judged it a bit better. But he had no time for regrets, as he quickly brought his hind paws down to absorb more of the shock of the fall, wincing slightly. So far, they were only getting warmed up. No blood had been spilled yet. But that wouldn't be the case for much longer. Ashfeather heard the scuffle of paws behind him and whipped around with claws unsheathed and a paw out to catch an attack. And sure enough, Wintercloud was charging right for him. He didn't have time to lash out or think up a plan, but he was ready for her and as she came at him he sidestepped, swinging his forepaw at her, his claws unsheathed to slash her shoulder.

OOC: I have to get off for now but I'll be back later. Please don't flood me.

Ashfeather leaped out of the way, his paws skidding on the stone as the two cats leaped for him, and he hoped they would collide with one another.

Ashfeather was aware that the cats were closing in on him. What kind of warriors are you? He thought furiously. He fell back on his back, which he knew most cats wouldn't do, because every instinct to protect the underside screamed against it. But Halfclaw had taught him this move, it had never failed him before. He heard his kit, Gracefulkit, crying from the den, which only motivated him more. As the cats closed in on him, he lashed out with all his paws, protecting his soft grey belly. His claws lashed out, and he knew he had good chances of making contact with faces, ears, muzzles, and even eyes.

What's going on? Wildkit wasn't sure how to form the words. Where was this cat who was her mother? Where was the strange cat that had crouched over her before? And who was the new scent? She tried to figure it out, but all the young fluff-ball of a kit could smell was fear and excitement.

OOC: I think I'm beginning to see Ashfeather as a good cat with good motives, but he always comes off the wrong way and says the wrong things XDD

Ashfeather used the strength of his back legs to roll himself over out of the way once Wintercloud moved away, and he leaped up into the air, using the strength of his back legs to give his front paws a rest. He bit his lip in concentration as he performed the hardest move in his book. It had taken him a long time to master, and he knew it was a good chance of knocking Wintercloud out, or at least dazing her so he could pin her. He flipped in the air, and brought his back foot down in an arch to deliver an unexpected kick to Wintercloud's head, or inbetween her shoulders, depending on how fast she was to react. He was of course aiming for the head, but shoulders would also be disabling. Were she to pull away backwards, it would only be worse for her, hitting her in the face. That was the beauty of this move.

OOC: I know. But he's gonna try to drag someone down with him XD He could maybe disable Wintercloud in some way, maybe knocking her out or injuring her so she can't fight for now, this being the best move to do that. Then it'd come down to Pinewhisker and him, and Pinewhisker will ultimately force him away, but Pinewhisker is also going to be badly hurt. That's my plan, anyways :3

Ashfeather felt an animal jolt of satisfaction as his hind foot smashed down between her shoulders, hitting all those sensitive nerves, probably sending a jolt down the she-cat's spine. He felt her buckle beneath him and he aimed to sink his claws into her shoulders, trying to pin her down with his weight. Now that he was on top, perhaps the odds were on his side.

OOC: Okays. Yeah, I see plenty of fights in the future XDD She should like, spring on him a few days later while he's recovering from the injuries he'll get from this fight. I think I'm gonna have him make a temporary den somewhere by the river, and when she comes down to get a drink, she could be like, "Opportunity!" And take his food and medicine, and probably throw some punches while she's at it. That will really make him grumpy. XD

Ashfeather let out a yowl of pain as her sharp fangs found his shoulder. He hissed. How can I use this to my advantage? He thought, trying to block out the screams of pain his nerves were bombarding his brain with. He knew Wintercloud was stuck in his shoulder by her fangs, so he'd do some damage while she was there. He grasped her, growling fiercely, and aimed to rake sets of claws across her haunches and shoulder to try and wrench her off of him.

Ashfeather's yowls turned to caterwauls of agony. He swore he could hear the sound of muscles and tendons ripping, magnified to a thousand in his ear. Snarling with rage, the large tom twisted his neck, aiming to sink teeth into Wintercloud's ear, which was right near his muzzle, and shred his fangs through it. His claws continued to rake and scrabble her sides, and blood sprayed the ground, and dampened his paws.

OOC: Woah, getting really stormy where I am. I hope I don't lose internet.

Pain ripped through Ashfeather like a gunshot, and his instincts were telling him to try and squirm away from the source of the pain, but he knew that would only cause him more damage. He knew Wintercloud was trying to rip out the flesh of his shoulder. I never knew she could be such a b*tch. Isn't puncturing my shoulder enough for her? He thought angrily. The pain dominated his mind, and he had only one thought - not to let her rip off his flesh. He grabbed her head, holding it to his shoulder so she couldn't yank back. He twisted his neck up to try and sink his fangs into her neck. He wasn't aiming to kill her, only to panic her. He cleverly avoided her trachea, and instead aimed to sink fangs into the muscles right next to the tube which allowed her to breathe. It would be very painful, and it would be enough to scare any cat.