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Clash Of Fire [🐟]

{Mary Sue Type: Stereotypical Bad Boy Sue}
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Amber Fang soared high above the treetops, his vibrant amber and white wings a striking contrast against the deep greens and browns of the mountainous forest. The wind beneath his wings filled him with an exhilarating sense of freedom.

The sun peeked through the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor, while the aromas of damp earth and fresh pine filled his senses. With each beat of his wings, he felt a surge of joy, a reminder of the freedom that came with being a cryptid. 

He loved exploring the peaks and valleys of the different territories in the different dimensions he visited with Quadruple Trouble, and today, it now was his turn to scout for any Mary Sues causing trouble down below.

As he glided over a particularly dense thicket, something caught his eye—shadows moving with an anxiousness that spoke of danger. Curiosity piqued, Amber Fang flew lower, and he soon caught sight of three cats huddled together with tense expressions.

Only one of them was a tom, with chocolate mottled fur and shining yellow eyes. One of the other she-cats had ginger tabby-tortoiseshell fur, white paws and green eyes while the other had gold spotted tabby fur and narrow blue eyes.

One thing at three had in common was the branded sigils made by eagle claws on their hind legs; a mark that symbolised one of the clans in the mountainous territory. SlushClan.

To his shock, two small male apprentices were also in the mix, one with sandy gold tortoiseshell fur and green eyes while the other had cinnamon mackerel tabby fur and amber eyes. Their branded sigils, however, marked them as FreezeClan.

Both their backs were pressed against tree trunks, eyes wide with fear. The tabby seemed close to slipping every time he moved, his paws skidding on the ice as he barely maintained his grip on the icy ground.

Amber Fang's heart raced when he finally saw what the warriors were facing off against. It wasn't a Mary Sue, but it a Gary Stu. The target had finally been found.

An unnaturally large black tom with a scruffy black mane and hair that dangled over his eyes with red highlights towered over them, his bright red eyes glinting with a peculiar hunger. His long, blood red claws scraped the ground as he walked, his scaly dragon tail lashing about.

Upon squinting closer, Amber Fang noted that the Gary Stu also had red and black demon horns, dark red and black ombré dragon wings that did not seem like they could support his weight at all, many spiked bracelets around his limbs, a spiky collar around his neck and Rhas'vek forbid a nose piercing.

A Gary Stu this large so deep in clan territory was a dire threat. The SlushClan warriors appeared to be attempting to speak as rationally as they possibly could to the Sue to absolutely no avail whatsoever.

The apprentices just looked terrified, their fur bristling as they edged closer to the rocks behind, every hair on their pelts standing straight on end.

With a decision made in an instant, Amber Fang folded his wings and dropped silently into the clearing just above the ground, using the dense underbrush for cover. His graceful descent went unnoticed in the midst of mounting tension.

As he lurked beneath the underbrush, he pricked his ears and listened as the Gary Stu and the warriors seemed to be locked in a very odd yet heated negotiation bordering on an actual argument, one that seemed to not be going well at all.

"Look, just leave SlushClan territory and nothing will happen!" The SlushClan tom snapped. "We're not giving Choughpaw or Ibexpaw to you for your sick desires!"