Back into the Wild

Chapter 2: The Battle

The cats surrounding me craved blood and I knew that they would get it, both ours and their own. "We won't go down without a fight even with your band of rouges." I hissed at Vanquish. "Blood clan attack!" She yowled as I said, "Phoenixclan attack!" The cats of both groups leaped a each other, yowling battle cries. All other sound was blocked out and you could hear was the horrifying sound of cats shrieking and howling in pain.

I looked for Vanquish among the fighting cats. The cats all look like brown and black blurs. That was when I saw her standing in the middle of the fight miraculously in harmed. I jumped over all of the fighting cats to fight Vanquish. I hissed at her, "You have come to fight me not my clan. Call off your 'clan' and we can battle one on one. That is unless you don't live up to your name" she replied coolly, unfazed by my threat, "Fine then, Blood clan back off." With a flick of my tail I called off my clan. Her cats lined up behind her, and it turns out that there was only around ten cats on her side. Still out numbered my clan had less injuries on their pelts either from the current attack or from before. Clearly my clan still had Warrior talent inside their blood.

The cats behind me and behind Vanquish formed a circle for me and her to fight in. We started circling each other and started tossing around threats. "Your blood clan fight like rouges, you do know that warriors fight with honor, oh right they are rouges."

"Me and my clan don't care if we fight with honor or not all that matters is that we win the battle."

"Even if you win the battle you won't win the war. For you are battling against the clans and we don't give up."

Before she could think of a comeback I pounced, paws out stretched, and claws unsheathed. She watches me jump with surprise on her face. I'm about to land the blow putting all my weight on my front paws, wanting to end this quickly. Right before I land the blow she dodges and I land were she was
just standing. Her claws are now unsheathed too. Her's are razor sharp, while mine are dull from not using them ever, and hers look like she sharpens them on her free time.

"So you're not just a group of abandoned kittypets, I thought that I would be disappointed," she chuckled. "So I guess your sources aren't as sharp as your tongue." I responded. She just laughed. Taking this as an opportunity I pounced.

She dodged me again and that is when the real battle began. She makes a move trying to land a blow on my right shoulder, I jump to the left and spin midair skimming her flank with my dull claws. I make my move going for the ear, the spot when hit correctly can make it seem that you are hurt worse than you are. My left paw twitches inward, and she notices that movement, and I jump she dodges to the right and I nick her ear.

Blood trickles down her neck and she stares at me, with a surprise splashed across her face. We circle each other again and her right for paw twitches, the signal that she is going to attack, even when they don't realize it every cat has a sign that they are going to attack.

Expecting her move I leap to the left and she just smiles, she had expected that she twisted her body mid jump and gets a direct hit across my side. As I feel her sharp claws dragging down my flank my body screams in protest, pain flashes down my body and I falter. Stumbling I get up and blink away the film that was covering my eyes.

My body aching every were, I slowly get back to my feet, Vanquish looks surprised at my determination. I feel the blood dripping down my side from the fatal wound she gave me and I feel adrenaline rush though my vains, without hesitation I leap towards her trying to land a blow on her left shoulder, still with a shocked look plastered on her face I land the hit. If my claws were sharper, then I would be able take a gash out of her shoulder forever misshaping it. I would be able to cut though flesh and skin like a knife though warm butter. My blunt claws most likely just saved her life.

Her will unbroken, like mine, and she will never give in. The cut on her arm giving her a savage look. It was not very clean do to my blunt claws, but if not treated could become a fatal wound. This cat was trained to learn all of these moves when she was still a kit. Me coming up with them in the spot.

Now instead of trying to land blows, we are saving energy and strength the wounds we both have received can not be ignored, and this battle may last longer than intended.

She makes a move to pin me down and I dodge. We end up circling each other both trying to catch our breaths. Then I see her right forepaw twitch and I know that she is going to make her move. She pounces and it is like time slows down. I dodge her attack with jump to the right, my paws barely touch the ground before I jump and land on her back. The time speeds back up and I am out of breath. As I am catching my breath the cats in the clearing are trying to figure out what just happened, once they analyze that I have her pinned on the ground Phoenixclan cheers.

I grin down at Vanquish and it looks like that was her first battle lost. "Kill me," she says and shake my head, "Why would I kill you, I would rather you join my clan than kill you," she spits at me and I let her go. "Don't pity me next time, because our fate is a piece of string, a crimson string covered in each of both your blood and mine." And with that she left, her cats following behind in a line right on her tail. I know what she intended, that our fates were the same string, no matter how hard we try to avoid each other our paths will cross wether it be during life, death, or in our kits life's. I just hope that the next time we meet in will be as friend not foe.

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-Starsoul