Private Border SkC Loner/Rogue I CAN DO ANYTHING I WANT, FIRST TRY // Cygnetscratch

[BLADE]

BLADE

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White paws flew over the earth as Blade barrelled through unknown territory, confident he was heading in the same direction as the cat from the night before had been attacked. Crossing the treeline, Blade's eyes darted around wildly as he took in his surroundings, the scent of cat instantly hitting his nose. It was strong, but scents of many lingered about the territory, causing the tom to slow and lower himself into a crouch as he crept onward.

Not even a few heartbeats had gone by until Blade spotted another, a cat who padded alone amongst the trees. Without wasting another moment, he darted forward, landing a few tail-lengths away in front of the other cat. Paws skidding across the forest floor, the young tom raised his head, eyes wide and unblinking as he stared excitedly at the stranger. It was time to see if these wild cats were as vicious as he had heard.

"You!" Blade barked, tail shooting over his back as if to point ahead of him. "You must be one of those Shadowclan cats–I've heard you're skilled fighters, but no one fights better than I do." He continued, a husky laugh leaving his muzzle as long, ungroomed claws slid from his paws.

"I've been itching for a fight," Blade admitted, widening his stance as he lowered his body to the ground. "So why don't you show me what you've got." He taunted, eyes glaring with wild unpredictability.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ can't go to hell ⟡ but I can drop you off!‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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  BLADE ‎ he/him | loner ‎
  

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  ‎ a very well muscled tom at average height, with a coarse voice from constant shouting. Blade is a skilled fighter, striking low and fast.
  

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  ‎ ‎ "speech" // "thoughts"
  

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  ‎ ‎ penned by arsynne on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[cygnetscratch]

Cygnetscratch lifts her head in surprise, a single drop of blood cresting her jaw from the dove she's just caught. The other acts like a hound being gifted a new chew toy, which is fine and all, except for two things. One - this is SkyClan territory, so why in the great expanse of StarClan is he making demands of her? And Two - that would make her the chew toy. She nudges the bird away, turning to the stranger with annoyance in her gaze. "You don't have a single clue what you're talking about," she states cleanly his ignorance.

Rolling back her shoulders, the molly sees clearly that this good-for-nothing rogue isn't going to leave without a few clawed slaps to the noggin. Her tail lashes behind her, "I have time," she states cleanly. "It won't take me any longer than a hummingbird's breath to kick your fox-dung rump out of this territory...!" And with that, the white-furred molly gives into his goading. Her claws grasp at the ground below as she rushes towards him, and with her last leap, she holds out her unsheathed claws to his shoulders, aiming to bowl him over.

 

[BLADE]

BLADE

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Blade's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and surprise at her insult, fur beginning to bristle along his shoulders. A low snarl exited his maw, but before he could retaliate, she continued. Though he had no use for the remainder of her words, not like they made much sense to him anyway.

A salmon-colored tongue swiped across Blade's muzzle as the molly started towards him, pressing his body closer to the forest floor as he readied the muscles throughout his legs, his wide gaze unwavering. Excitment rushed through his veins--it felt like years had passed before the stranger had reached him, surging forward with flesh-seeking claws. The moment she sprang upward, Blade hurled himself forward underneath her outstretched claws, gaze locked onto her hind leg. Within a blink, the young tom grasped her leg with a paw, claws grasping through fur and into skin, attempting to pull her back with the force of their bodies colliding.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ can't go to hell ⟡ but I can drop you off!‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

• ⟡ OOC -
  
  
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  BLADE ‎ he/him | loner ‎
  

  ⟡

  ‎ a very well muscled tom at average height, with a coarse voice from constant shouting. Blade is a skilled fighter, striking low and fast.
  

  ⟡

  ‎ ‎ "speech" // "thoughts"
  

  ⟡

  ‎ ‎ penned by arsynne on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[cygnetscratch]

Cygnetscratch has had great luck thus far, launching with claws widespread towards the shoulders of another. It seems that that luck has run out with this stranger, as instead of bracing for impact, he dodges low and scrapes his claws into the flesh of one of her legs. So not only does she miss her target, but he uses her attack against her. And by StarClan, for the moment, its embarrassing. Cygnetscratch grimaces against the pain, and then grunts when her body inevitably falls on top of his. Pettily, the molly tries to grasp his tail in her teeth and bite down, as if enough would be payback for embarrassing her in the first place.

Regardless of if the bite works, she pushes herself off of him, turning on her heels (one, of which, is now bleeding.) Her ears press to her head and she hisses, rushing towards him in the same exact manner as before. She heaves herself to launch, readied at his shoulders - yet instead of fully replicating the failed move, the molly dodges low like he did before, swiping her claws out at where his face would be.

 

[BLADE]

BLADE

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Blade let out a short hiss as the warrior fell on top of him, twisting his body wildly as he kicked with all four legs in an attempt to separate from the other. "Get off of me!" He barked, eyes flashing with disbelief as her teeth crashed against his tail, feeling fur tear from his skin as he tore it away from the molly. With one final kick, Blade was up as quick as she pushed herself away, tail lashing behind him in stinging, annoying pain. Satisfaction surged through him at the sight of her leg, tallying up the score in his head.

Blade readied his body once again as she charged forward, mimicking the exact same move that had failed her before. Blade let out an abrupt laugh, eyes flashing with excitement as she aimed for his shoulders.

Using the same move twice? This will be over in no time.

The young tom shot forward, kicking up dust as his paws left the ground, aiming to dodge underneath the warrior for a second time. Though the change in trajectory of her attack gave him no time to react.

Blade staggered backwards, realization of what she had done shocking through his body as claws sharp as thorns tore through his face. The tom's gaze was locked onto the ground below, confusion coursing through him as the wound seemed to pulse against his skin. His eyes widened in disbelief as a drop of blood fell from his brow, splattering into the dirt. Moments passed, his muscles and tail twitching ever so often as he stared at the ground.

Stiffly lifting his head, Blade stared at the warrior, red blood vessels creeping into the whites above and around his iris.

"No one's ever managed to lay a claw on me," He laughed, tail rising back above his back as excitement crept back into his veins. "This is turning out more fun then I thought it'd be. Blade reared his bloodied head back, before launching himself at the warrior with fierce speed, lips pulled back in a toothy grin.

His paws hit the ground in a few short bursts of speed, body held low as he landed a tail-length in front of the warrior, before leaping to the side out of her reach in attempts to disorient her attack. Springing around her, Blade launched himself towards a tree, paws twisting against the bark as he swiftly turned his body, pushing away from the trunk within an instant. Claws outstretched, Blade aimed for her spine, attempting to land on a hold on her back.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ can't go to hell ⟡ but I can drop you off!‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

• ⟡ OOC -
  
  
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  BLADE ‎ he/him | loner ‎
  

  ⟡

  ‎ a very well muscled tom at average height, with a coarse voice from constant shouting. Blade is a skilled fighter--striking low and fast--but often overestimates his abilities.
  

  ⟡

  ‎ ‎ "speech" // thoughts
  

  ⟡

  ‎ ‎ penned by arsynne on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[cygnetscratch]

Cygnetscratch has the same satisfaction as the stranger had moments before. His stems from the scrapes in her leg, where her white fur runs red too easily. Hers stems from the new nick that settles almost squarely on his face, droplets of blood narrowly missing his eye. She almost thinks that it'd be enough for him - proof that she, too, can adapt to his strange, erratic movements. But instead, he seems rejuvenated. He laughs, spouting his surprise towards her.

"You're hardly more than a kit...!" She argues, her brows furrowed tautly once again. Such isn't true, as evidently the blue-and-cream tom errs much closer to her size and stature, and thus assumedly her age. But she pokes at his ego regardless, hoping to, too, shred it with her own sharp talons.

His grin is manic, and he again launches towards her at full speed.

It appears at first as if he's to mimic her own move, yet before she knows it, he's slipping to her side. She swings out towards him, but he's bounding just out of reach. Cygnetscratch watches as he expertly (or by a fluke) leans into the nearest tree trunk and use it to his advantage. It's too fast, and before she knows it, Blade is upon her again, claws digging into the muscle of her back. She lets out a hiss and immediately bucks back, aiming to crash her back (and thus, him,) back into the nearby trunk.

Cygnetscratch, whether successful or not in her quick thinking, continues to thrash and buck to toss the younger moggy off of her. Once successful, she twists to look towards him, offering him a short, "You fight well. For a rat." Her nose remains wrinkled, "Are you going to go until you get yourself killed? Self preservation is important if you want to keep entertaining useless fights, pup." She readies herself this time, claws arching into the ground, waiting for him to race back towards her again.