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[Mama]

Briarfrost had been given permission to try and hunt on a solo patrol, with the convincing argument that it might be easier, and less cats means less disturbances. Her tail flickered and curled up elegantly near the ground, brushing softly over it while the warrior tried to scent something to eat. 

Due to the snow, the border was difficult to scent, and while deep in thought Briarfrost had strayed over it into the unfamiliar lands. Of course, she was more busy trying to find prey then actually being aware, thinking that everyone was tucked away. Or were they? 


Peering around, the taste of mouse touched her tongue, and a small grin grew on her face. It was a bit closer to her clan's border, even though she had crossed and not noticed. Tracing her steps slowly back, the warrior crouched down as the small tan creature grew in her sight, before...


The quick spring of her nimble body over the snow was fast enough to catch the darting creature, and with a snap of her jaws, she quickly killed it off. One more piece of prey for her clan, right? 

[KingHarry]

The borders between MothClan and IvyClan weren't the clearest nowadays. While any major fighting had been avoided so far, Mothstar's warriors had been attempting to claim territory along the line - fears of starvation causing the leader to try and gain some more hunting grounds for his clan. IvyClan warriors would then take the territory back, and the land was in a constant push and pull of changing ownership.

Today Mothstar was attempting to change the borders again. He had a group of warriors - Rowanfrost and Houndmaw for strength, with Littledash travelling ahead to scout out the area. So far, nothing. Because of that, the group had decided to split up in order to cover more ground.

Whether he was on the MothClan or IvyClan side of the border, Mothstar wasn't sure - the snow made it especially hard to tell where the constantly shifting territories were - but when he detected an IvyClan scent he immediately began to follow it. When he scented fresh kill too, well, Mothstar couldn't help but grow a little excited. Even if there was no more prey about, there was a chance that he could chase this IvyClan cat off and steal what they had killed.

The leader crept along, hidden by the bushes he was crouched in. He recognised the warrior in front of him though he didn't know her name. Briar... Something. Not that it mattered. Mothstar watched her for a moment, waiting for an opportunity to announce his presence, before finally pouncing - claws out as he launched himself at the enemy warrior's back.

[Mama]

Briarfrost relaxed at the thought of feeding more of her clan, and had turned to continue back before sharp pains jolted down her spine. Dropping the prey with a snarl, she spun around to face her attacker. The mouse had been sent into the snow and seemed to be a bit buried, however the tiny warrior was not concerned about this.

Snapping her head around, she flinched from the stinging coming from her pelt, before giving a yowl and rushing in for attack. Being much, much, much smaller then Mothstar, she decided to try and dart under to get at his underside. Of course, she expected the leader to be quite strong, but how much power did he really have? Was he just another warrior, or was he a bit more?

Then once again, she was also quite small and despite being feisty in battle, she was not a great fighter. Most of the power from her attack had been out of surprise, not being aggressive.

[KingHarry]

Mothstar was getting on in age, yes, and his strength was not what it once was - but that didn't mean that he wasn't still a huge monster of a warrior. Plus, his age brought experience, and, with that experience, he was able to spot what the other was trying to do. 

As Briarfrost darted forwards, Mothstar reared up. Luckily for her, she was fast and nimble enough to get partly under him before he brought his crushing paws down, catching his hind flanks with his claws and her tail within his teeth - which he then pulled on in an attempt to drag her out from underneath him.

Thankfully for him, the huge mass of fur on his body protected him somewhat from any attempt to bite or scratch him. It was part of why he was such a successful warrior - because he was hard to hurt enough to bring him down. Sure, Mothstar would usually pick up some bumps and scrapes - and he definitely had his fair share of scars underneath the hair coating his body - but it was rare for him to gather any kind of serious wound.

[Mama]

The fur reeked of Mothclan and she couldn't help but wrinkle her nose up at it, before chomping down on his pelt. She expected to hit skin, but all she got was a mouthful of fluff. Something dug into her hind legs and snapped around her tail, yanking her backwards and leaving her dangling a bit in the air.

Briarfrost gagged strands of Mothstar's pelt out of her mouth, before snapping out of the stunned state and trying to recoil up to claw at his face. She raked at him, but either missed or got more of the tom's fur into her claws. Her tail wiggled from side to side angrily, and her ears were flat as she started to try and pull herself out of his mouth.

[KingHarry]

Teeth only digging further into Briarfrost's tail, Mothstar violently shook his head - rapidly tugging the other's hind left and right in an attempt to not only cause her pain, but also to shake her up a bit (pun not intended). The move wasn't going to get him anywhere though, so after a moment of this, he released her.

Hoping that Briarfrost wasn't in a position to immediately relax, Mothstar leapt into the air and over her back, scoring his claws into her flesh as he flew. The huge warrior landed and sent dirt into the air with the impact - something that gave him an idea. Quick as a flash, he kicked some of the loose mud into Briarfrost's direction - hoping to hit her in the eyes and temporarily blind her.

[Mama]

Dangling like a helpless kit, she tried to spin around before he started to shake her back and forth. A small wail came from her jaws, and her pelt spiked up with pure terror as pain rippled through her tail. As soon as he dropped her down, Briarfrost landed into the snow with a thump, before stumbling up to her paws.

The world swayed side to side around her, and she wobbled from paw to paw before a blurry clump headed towards the warrior's face. At the last moment her ears flattened back, and she tried to close her eyes before impact but it was too late. "M-My eyes!" Briarfrost cried out, blindly whipping her head back and forth in sheer terror while her paws started to step back.

[KingHarry]

What an idiot. Briarfrost would have been better off at least pretending that nothing had happened to her eyes but, instead, she'd decided to shout out about it. Bad move. Now Mothstar knew exactly what was happening and could immediately take advantage of it. Using this moment of weakness, he moving and headbutted the other warrior with as much force as he could - knocking her to the ground before pinning her down with heavy, sharp claws paws.

"Do you surrender?" Mothstar asked, droplets of saliva flying out of his mouth with the force of his words and landing on Briarfrost's face. As he spoke, he dug his claws into her pelt - ensuring that he would cause her as much pain as he could. If anything, this would hopefully teach her never to come even near MothClan territory again.

[Mama]

Giving a gasp as the air was knocked out of her, her body convulsed back and her head slammed against the ground dully. Needles pierced her shoulders, and her tail had curled under her flank as she blindly tried to locate her opponent.

Spit dripped on her muzzle and made Briarfrost's nose twitch in disgust, but she grew angry towards the question. "I'll never surrender to Mothclan, dung-brain!" The she-cat spat, and with a lash of her legs she slammed them against his own, hoping to knock him down to where she could sink her teeth into his face. Even though it was stupid of her, she was more spiked up by rage and the adrenaline pumping through her made logic blurry and unclear.

[KingHarry]

What a mousebrained idiot. Didn't she realise that if she didn't surrender, Mothstar would just have to hurt her until she did? Well, she was from IvyClan, so probably not.

The huge mass that was Mothstar was hard to move for large warriors, so Briarfrost had no chance. Yes, her kick knocked the enemy leader a little, but the force was no way near anything close enough to move him from her. In fact, all it really managed to do was make Mothstar angrier.

Without a moment's thought for the pain it would cause, the MothClan warrior sank his jaws into the other's shoulder - ensuring that his teeth were firmly dug into the flesh before he yanked his head back. Even if he didn't manage to tear some flesh out of her shoulder it would surely hurt and, right now at least, it seemed pain would be the only way to teach Briarfrost a lesson.

Blood now dripping from his maw, he asked his question again: "Do you surrender?"