Direpaw vs. Dodgepaw (+ Wishclaw + Bristleclaw)

[Bristle + War]

There's nothing you can do that can't be done

Teehee, what have you gotten yourself into, Direpaw? A mess...A big, bloody mess. Well, what to do now? Just wait for some bigger cat to attack? No, that would be silly. Lure them to you. Make them think you're weak. Or, better yet, make them think you're strong, so they will try to be so courageous and come fight you...But they will be wrong, so wrong. For Direpaw was strong, she had been taught well by her mother Sable.

Although it was unusual to be mentored by a parent - any normal mother would go too easy on their child, but Sable wasn't normal was she? - Hawkclaw had realized that DuskClan was shrinking. Bloodstar was gone. The kits needed mentors. So he had assigned Direpaw to Sable, because the deputy wasn't a fool - he knew Sable at least a bit, and she was not one to go easy on any cat, even her own kits.

But Direpaw had to think about the here and now - any cat could attack her while she just stood there on top of a rock. She lashed her plumy tail, thinking. Where to go next? Who to kill first? For Sable had taught her that when you fight, you fight to kill.

"Come get me, bitches!"

She repeated, grinning. Aah, what a beautiful day for death.

Nothing you can sing that can't be sung

[Dodgestrike]

Poor young Dodgepaw found himself quickly alone, as the rest of the clan charged into the maddened conflict.

What had he gotten himself into now?

The large apprentice traveled amidst the throng of fighting cats, oceanic hues drifting until he stopped on another cat. An apprentice like him.

Ahh, but it was a girl! Nuuu! The fates were cruel!

He had to try. He had to fight for Mistclan. He had to make Lillystar proud. His father proud.

His mother…

“Hey! Duskclan trash!”

Mentally, the gentle tom flinched at the fighting words that escaped his maw. How terrible of him to say that…he should apologize.

The orange and white apprentice fluffed his fur a bit, hues looking up at the she-apprentice on her rock.

…waiting. He was smart. Dodgepaw wasn’t about to go climbing up there to get her. She could come to him, first.

[Bristle + War]

Mmmm, peerrrrfect.
This little boy didn't know Direpaw, now, did he? No no, silly boy, he didn't know her at all. How could a kitty that knew Direpaw say such a thing? 'Trash,' funny boy. "Hey!" she screamed back, grinning an evil grin and turning to look over her shoulder.
"...SHUT UP."
Now her expression changed. Now she was much more solemn.
You see, when Direpaw got into 'fight mode,' it was a slightly frightening thing. Claws and fangs and whatnot flying everywhere. And the result was often a very scratched up Wickedpaw, but this was not training. This was the real thing. Just as that dumb Dodgepaw wanted, Direpaw leaped down and sprinted to where he stood.
Riiiight in front of him.

"I am no 'trash,' actually, dear assclanner. It is actually you who is the 'trash' because whatever clan you are from is obviously just stupid to oppose Bane. He is always stronger," she finished, a malicious grin returning to her face.
A scarey grin, really.
Direpaw lunged at Dodgepaw, aiming for the throat with her teeth.

[Dodgestrike]

Shut up?

His pale-orange tipped ears flattened quickly, tail flicking. But Dodgepaw was not a young tom of anger and rash behavior. He studied the spitfire young she-cat carefully; ever watchful of her flying leap from where she was high at, landing precisely on the ground and rushing to right in front of him. He was larger then the younger she-cat, much like he father one day he probably was going to be a decent sized tom, but that didn’t necessarily mean anything.

Hm.

She was a scary little creature, that was for certain. His silent observation was broken when she lunged for him, going for his slightly ruffed throat. She was quick; quicker then him, but Dodgepaw was no idiot. As he twisted, rushing his weight sideways, her teeth met a mark on his shoulder, blood flicking from the mild injury to stain white to crimson.

Ouch.

Dodgepaw didn’t understand the strange detached feeling that overcame him, but he knew that he would not fail Lillystar. Using his right paw as brace he turned on the she-cat quickly, still eerily silent, right par cutting towards her eyes. If he could blind her, the fight would be over. He didn’t want to kill her – but the longer such a conflict persisted, the more likely such an outcome would be enviable.

Let’s get this party started--