crossing paths [moth]

[GHOSTSTRIKE]

WE SLEEP SAFELY AT NIGHT BECAUSE ROUGH MEN STAND READY TO VISIT VIOLENCE ON THOSE WHO WOULD HARM US

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When Ghost had walked away from Thunder on the edge of camp, intending to leave this place for good, he hadn't intended on being stopped. Most cats of the colony knew to give him a wide berth, with only a handful of Hawthorns followers making themselves an exception to that rule. There was only one cat outside of that general rule who had ever come up to him to speak, and he had not expected them to be the one stumbling into his path just meters before he reached the treeline proper.

Moth.

He hadn't taken the cat for a fighter, hadn't taken him for someone who'd be dumb enough to try squaring up to him, but Ghost couldn't say he was surprised. Only felt a vague annoyance at being proven right once again. Trust no-one.

His fur did not bristle. His fangs did not baring in a warning hiss. There was only the subtle shift of muscle and the sharpening of pupils, a low rumbling growl reverberating in the air between them.

OOC- figured Moth could catch him near the treeline, on the edge of all the fighting! He wouldn't know that Ghost is trying to leave the colony so feel free to have Moth think he needs to impress him by fighting!

@Moth
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future thunderclanner - male - a large, grey tabby with dark amber eyes and several scars​

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[Mothbite]

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indent Moth limps hastily towards the treeline. He had just been thoroughly thrashed by Kehai, and was desperate for a way out. Sorry Sable, but he'd done all he could, and there was no way he was getting himself killed over this. Luckily, nobody bats an eye as the little tomcat slinks by. The rest of the fighters are too caught up in their own battles to notice the black of his coat against the darkened forest, and he's more than happy to slip into the shadows.

indentBursting through the bushes, Moth stops to catch his breath for a second. He was happy to have gotten out of that scrap with his tail still attached, and now he can take some time to rest up and-

indentAh, of course. He was never that lucky.

indentGhost had already made his way out of camp and was standing in Moth's path. The two lock eyes for just a moment.

indent 'Is he... on my side?'

indentClearly not. The dark growl Ghost emits is far from friendly. Moth nearly turns and runs again - he doesn't want to make an enemy of Ghost. He likes Ghost. And yet, that very admiration is what sends Moth rushing in the larger tom's direction. If he were to turn tail and run, what would Ghost think of him? Would he dismiss Moth as a coward? Would he be disappointed? Moth doesn't stop to think, instead electing to dart forward, claws outstretched, towards the cat standing across from him.

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[GHOSTSTRIKE]

WE SLEEP SAFELY AT NIGHT BECAUSE ROUGH MEN STAND READY TO VISIT VIOLENCE ON THOSE WHO WOULD HARM US

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There was a moment when Ghost thought that Moth might turn and run, and the dark tabby would have let them. It wasn't his fight, and he didn't give a damn about pride at the moment. Winners were seldom truly 'winners' anyways.

But that moment passed quickly, and then the smaller tomcat was streaking toward him with claws outstretched. And once more the masked feline found himself wondering; brave, or stupid?

Ghost jerked back from the others reach, reflexes still sharp despite the leftover ache in his body from the wounds he'd arrived here with. They were mostly healed over now, but his body was still tender in places from remnant bruises. It didn't stop him from winding back and lashing out with a mean left hook though, hoping to catch the other tom in the face and send them off balance for a follow-up.

He may not have asked for this fight, but he intended to end it quickly.

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future thunderclanner - male - a large, grey tabby with dark amber eyes and several scars​

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[Mothbite]

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indentMoth reels from the impact. The blow had come far faster than he had expected. Even though he knew Ghost was strong and skilled, he still managed to underestimate him- a fight against Ghost was probably a lost cause. Moth really should turn tail and run, to save his own hide, but he can't bring himself to break away.

indent I'm not gonna be a coward anymore. I need to keep going!

indentMoth takes just a second to recover from the strike. Ignoring the sting of clawmarks on his cheek, he rushes back in, aiming to latch onto the back of Ghost's neck.

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