Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Ooc: Huh?

"Well, since it looks like Petaldancer and Beeflight are not going to fight first... how about we have the first fight?" asked Kestreleye an amused smirk gracing his lips. In reply, Bearfur motioned for every cat to take a few steps back. "Fight it is," he added, smirk leaving his face. Tail lashing behind Kestreleye carefully, the two cats sized each other up. Neither was one to immediately attack the foe unless there was close to nothing known. So, in the end, Kestreleye, being the swifter cat, decided to go for the first strike. And as he predicted, Bearfur's sense of balance was terrible. However, the cat's reaction time was startling, as he countered Kestreleye's swipe with a swipe of his own - albeit much more powerful. Jumping back gracefully, Kestreleye let a smile grace his lips. Bearfur did the same, however it looked border-line crazy. After several similar strikes, equally by both, they decided to actually begin fighting. While Kestreleye was indeed swifter and much more graceful, Bearfur's was greater in power and his reaction time was just as great. They almost seemed evenly matched until...

"Gotcha," grinned Bearfur, his manic grin still on his lips. Grabbing Kestreleye's tail in his jaws, he tossed his opponent away from him, immediately pouncing on the cat, claws digging into his side. As the smaller tom's claws futilely clawed at Bearfur, the latter frowned, but did not let up his grip.

"Alright. Bearfur wins. Now let go, Bearfur," decided Shadestreak, watching nervously as the tom backed away from Kestreleye. "Next?"

Whitewhisker hissed to himself as his plan had not worked. He had certainly hoped that Cliffheart would get himself killed, instead he not only won but he dominated. The tom turned to Thunderstep and growled lowly, "What are you waiting for? Get in there and start your match!"

Thunderstep snorted heavily at Whitewhisker before turning a concerned eye toward Cliffheart. The Lionclan tom seemed to have enjoyed that fight a little to much. Sighing to himself he stepped in to the ring and so did his sister. Despite the fact they loved each other very much, Wintersong looked battle hungry. She wanted to impress her father and perhaps thought he did too. Without a word the she-cat jumped to attack, Thunderstep danced away as she continued to lash out at him. He side stepped and parried when he could, narrowly avoiding her claws.
The she-cat became frustrated and snarled out at him, "Quit treating me like a kit! Fight me!" With that she landed a long gash across his face. Smiling at her success she attacked again. Thunderstep was stunned for a moment that she would intentional hurt him. Anger welled in his stomach and when she lashed out he snapped at her paw with his jaws. He managed to catch her soft paws in his fanged mouth and bit down hard. The she-cat let out a yowl and tried to counter but couldn't, her arm locked her in place. His teeth sank deeper and he managed to pin her to the ground. Finally the she-cat yelped, "I yield!"
Thunderstep pulled away, pain in his eyes. Turning from her he padded back to his group.

Nightfang watched with a bit of fear at the fights between all those who had gone so far. Her heart beat intensely at the thought of having to do battle with Paula. The she-cat seemed to believe in everything Tigerclan stood for, not to mention the fact that her brother had just died. Nightfang knew that she wanted to punish someone for what happened, but since the badger was already dead and Bearfur wasn't going to be easy, Paula would have to take her anger out on the next best thing. Tenderly, Nightfang stepped out in to the ring, Paula doing the same. The silver tabby gave Nightfang a dark look before trotting in to position.
The Lionclan she-cat's heart raced, she hated fighting. The fight began as the two circled each other, neither attacking first. Nightfang knew if she tried she would make a mistake, however Paula wasn't going to move either. From where he sat, Darkstar yowled out in frustration, "Fight already!"
Nightfang faltered for a moment at the sudden yowl and Paula made her move. She tackled Nightfang to the ground, though the latter rolled with the motion and flipped on top of the other. Paula lashed and scratched at Nightfang doing a good deal of damage to her dark tabby pelt. Nightfang bit deep in to Paula's shoulder and kicked with her back feet, not doing as much damage.
The fight continued as they lashed and scratched each other. Finally, the two broke apart. Nightfang's sides ached with effort and wounds. Paula's shoulder was bleeding a good deal as well. The Lionclan tabby was losing to much energy for this to continue on. In a desperate attempt to turn the tides, Nightfang charged and feigned to the left. Paula tried to parry it but was fooled as Nightfang dodged the other way. Nightfang scored her claws across Paula's flank, though Paula immediately whirled around and bit deeply in to Nightfang's back leg. She jerked her head back causing Nightfang to crash to the ground. Paula then flipped the she-cat over and kicked her back foot in to Nightfang's throat. The she-cat chocked as her throat collapsed for a moment. Her neck had yet to heal from when Whitewhisker had nearly killed her and the fear from then ran through Nightfang. The she-cat fell limp and her amber eyes grew wide. Paula kept her in place, ready for retaliation though Nightfang did not move. After a moment she looked up to Darkstar, triumph in her eyes.
A roar of disappointment came from Darkstar, "Nightfang get up! You're fight is over! Paula is the winner!" 
With a grin Paula let go and trotted over to her group, a yowl of victory coming from them. Nightfang was left where she lay, not moving for fear she would have to fight again.
Darkstar lost his patience with her and snarled, "Whitewhisker! Do something with your team mate!" The twisted tom nodded solemly and padded to her. Grabbing her by the scruff he dragged her back to the side of the ring. She still refused to move as he sat down next to her, a grin of satisfaction on his face.
"Finally had enough? Perhaps you won't feel so bad when I tell you that I can protect you. All you gotta do is stop thinking I'm the devil himself. Who knows, perhaps you'll even fall for me," the tom laid his fluffy tail on her stomach but she did not react. Her amber eyes stared up lifelessly at the sky, fear in her every thought. 

-- Edited by Ebonycloud on Thursday 8th of September 2011 03:07:42 AM