Posts by warriorgirl1220

Drizzlepaw spat, tail lashing, "Why don't you come down and face us, cowards?"

Drizzlepaw slowly began to move up the rock, tail flicking back and forth. She unsheathed her claws and tried a small swipe at his legs.

Drizzlepaw reached the top of the rock, bruised and battered by the barrage of rock shards, but still in a fighting mood. She arched her back and hissed at Raven, then lashing out with one paw at his chest. The other she kept firmly planted on the stone so she wouldn't fall.

Drizzlepaw spun slightly, managing to avoid his charge. Getting behind him, she tried to slam into his behind. If it worked, his momentum would work against him and he'd go charging off the edge. In theory, of course.

Drizzlepaw heard the cry for help and reluctantly darted away from her fight with Raven. Letting out a challenging yowl, she lunged at Bolt, claws aimed at his neck and shoulder.

Drizzlepaw smiled at Rosepaw, panting from the fights. Her long reddish fur was sticky with blood and she had a wild look in her eyes, but she seemed calm. "You alright? No bad damage?" Without waiting for an answer, she raced to her leader's side and crouched, ready to attack anyone who touched her.

Drizzlepaw spotted a new opponent and darted towards Moss, hissing. She unsheathed her claws, crouching beside Silverwing. Her wounds were beginning to throb, especially the one on the back of her head. For a moment, her head felt light and the world seemed to twist, then she shook her head and focused on the enemy in front of her.

Rapid looked Seastar up and down, sniffed the air, then bluntly said, "No. Good bye."

Drizzlepaw hissed, tail lashing, "I'm not weak! And even if I were, the warrior code tells us to fight for our clan! And I'm not a coward, about to turn tail whenever I get a little cut." She stalked forwards, ears flat against her head and eyes narrowed. How dare he insult her this way! She was a Riverclan apprentice, not some soft little kittypet. And a warrior needed to be able to take a few hits. So she lunged at him, surprisingly quick for a Riverclan cat, though the adrenaline might have something to do with it. She aimed her claws right at his face, trying to blind him.

She spun, growing more angry by the second, "Just fight me, you stinking coward!" She lunged again at Moss, this time ranging it so she landed right in front of him. As she landed, she twisted and aimed a hard kick at his chest.

(OOC: Uh, Drizzlepaw's fighting Moss, not Ashstar)

She fell and lay there for a moment, simply grinding her teeth in frustration. She stood again, blue eyes gleaming in anger. "To me it seems like you're scared." She dove at his legs, jaws wide and ready to snap down on anything she could.

(Ashstar, who are you fighting?)

As he leaped on her, she fell back. Struggling under him, she hissed, "Come on then. Let's see your skills! You won't even fight me, you weak little piece of dung!" Catching her paws under his belly, she smiled slightly, then began to slash with her hind claws, trying to rip his stomach.

Drizzlepaw hit the tree with a thud and she slid to the ground, still. She lay there, motionless, then slowly got to her feet. Blood ran down her sides and face and she shook her head a few times to clear it of the fuzziness that threatened to overwhelm her. She glared up at Moss, hissing, "I'm not worthy, eh? Do you think I care about whether I'm worthy?" She padded forwards, limping slightly. Her body quivered slightly, but her voice was full of courage, "I don't give up easi-" She broke off as Silverwing came out of no where and leaped at Moss. "Oh. That helps." She glared at Moss, "Think you can take us both?" She sped up, trotting towards him and aimed at bite at his shoulder. If she could just get her teeth in, she would be able to hang on and not have to rush around anymore.

Drizzlepaw ducked the side, trying to stay upright, "And you're talking to a cat who never quits. I guess we're at in impasse." She crouched again, trying to hide the quiver in her legs. Her wounds throbbed and her mind was getting fuzzy, but she wasn't about to just drop now.

Drizzlepaw, surprised from behind by Ashstar, flew into the air. For what seemed like an eternity, she sailed over the battle, before a tree halted her flying lesson. She slid to the ground, and lay at the base of the tree. Her eyes rolled up and the world turned white as she faded into unconsciousness.

(You can do whatever you want with her while she's out cold. Take her prisoner if you like. But please don't kill her.)

(I didn't think this through...now my only charrie in Riverclan in unconscious... That's irksome.)

He smiled, "Good girl," then stopped at the border and dropped the kit, but kept his paw on her tail, "Do I need to tell you what will happen if you come back?"

(oh, don't worry about it. She can wake up in a page or so. I'll just observe and maybe make a tribe cat.)

[br]I am a thick-furred tom with mysterious eyes and sharply pointed ears with small tufts on the tips. I am overly confident and have a big ego, but I am never afraid of a fight.
[br]I was born into a rogue group that was the enemy of my tribe. During one of our raids on the tribe, our leader was killed, and several others captured and killed by an ambush set up by the tribe. I and my two littermates were adopted by the tribe when we were two moons old. The survivors of the rogue gang are still out there...