Fight or Flight :: warrior cats fanfic ::

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Don't give in.

Paws pressed hard into Mothdapple's pelt, digging into her shoulder blades.

You can last longer...!

      She bit back a squeal of pain, trying not to give into the aching sting of being pressed to the earth, while also not inhaling the moist earth that pushed against her muzzle and filled her senses.

Finally, Mothdapple let out a choked cry of agony as she felt the tips of unsheathing claws. Immediately the pressure was released, and Mothdapple scrabbled to her paws. Pipitfeather looked down on her with a cold look of disgust, eyes as green as the ferns that surrounded the small clearing. The lean, brown spotted tabby stood up straight, scoffing.

       "You failed. You can try out for the Cedar Den at another time, but for now, you won't be getting anywhere near out nests." Pipitfeather turned, being joined by Carpsplash who had been standing off to the side.

       "No! I'm a good warrior, I can prove it--" Mothdapple pricked her ears, mud caking the insides and making it harder to hear.

       "No, Mothdapple. You can't even take the pressure of being held down, so how are you supposed to take the pressure of being a Cedar Den warrior?" Pipitfeather growled, lashing her thin striped tail. Mothdapple's fur prickled, her lip curling in the beginning of a snarl.

       "I've worked so hard! Give me another test, I'll pass it!"

       "You needed to pass six tests in a row, and you failed your second one. Go back to the dirt hole you crawled out of, rogue." Carpsplash spoke up, his amber eyes narrow.

       "Y-you dried out.. Fish!" Mothdapple searched for an insult, but she was never quite as good as coming up with them as Briarfrost had been. Carpsplash raised a brow before flicking his tail dismissively.

"Typical, I'd expect nothing more from some mucky rogue-warrior." He turned, stalking off with Pipitfeather at his flank.

Mothdapple let out a hiss and leaped, sunlight spotting through the tree tops onto her golden brown tabby patched pelt. She landed too short to topple Carpsplash over, but was able to the hook her paw around one of his hind legs and bring him down.

"I'm a warrior just as much as you! My mother brought me in this clan with her, and this is all I remember, so you can--"

She was cut off as Pipitfeather let out a loud screech of alarm. Mothdapple looked up to see a large warrior nearby, who heard the alarm and came charging forward. She was huge. Shoulders broader than Mothdapple's, and pelt thick and almost coarse looking.

      She toppled right into the white-and-brown she-cat, knocking the air right out of her. No way! Mooseleg! What are the chances the deputy was the only one around...! Mothdapple groaned, feeling pain spread through her shoulder where the huge she-cat had crashed.

      "Oh, Mooseleg, this rogue of a she-cat-- she just attacked us!" Pipitfeather wailed. Carpsplash was getting to his paws quickly, amber eyes reflecting feigned pain. Mooseleg looked to the two Cedar den warriors before looking down at Mothdapple, who was catching her breath.

      The deputy nodded.

      "Attacking a clanmate... I think I need to take you to Waspstar." Mooseleg glanced over to the brown spotted tabby, who nodded assuredly, before blinking with confidence in her decision.

      "It's not what it looks like, though, I was--"

      "Come on,-- what's your name?"