Post by daisy 🌼 on Apr 16, 2024 18:38:01 GMT -5
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1-20·1-12C H E R R Y D U S T
she/her - 34 moons - doge - word count: 327 - notes: n/a
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Cherrydust was so tired of this damned tom. This thorn in her pelt. He had been like this for too long, and she was going to finally deal with it. She was angry. Wispfang had been cold, down right rude and so pathetic for too long. He had approached her today, for the first time since... before she had left the nursery. All he wanted to do was fight. That was fine by her. The golden tabby warrior stalked to a more deserted part of the territory, a snarl on her face. He wouldn't get out of this unscathed. Starsdamn the code; this is the only cat in her Clan she'd put her claws on. He'd have to make his own way back to camp after she was done with him.
Once she felt like she was in a good enough spot, a secluded enough spot, Cherrydust whirled around. "Alright, you pathetic excuse of a warrior. You wanna fight? I'll give you a damn fight. Try your best." She trained alongside the fellow warrior. She knew the moves. She would be ready. "You don't get to disrespect me for almost 20 moons and then suddenly act all high and mighty, thinking you're better than me. I may have graduated late, and I may have been out of commission for 6 moons, but I am not rusty." Neither was he. Neither was Silkroar. Her face, shoulder and ears burned as if the skin had just been ripped open that moment. Like how it was during the battle. She refused to let this stupid, pretentious fool hurt her for whatever he hated her guts for.
In less than a second after she finished speaking, Cherrydust leapt. She extended her claws, raking them across the tomcats face. She was letting her rage get the best of her now. She didn't care. She felt joy feeling her claws meet skin. After her attack, Cherrydust jumped back, going immediately on the defensive.
she/her - 34 moons - doge - word count: 327 - notes: n/a
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Cherrydust was so tired of this damned tom. This thorn in her pelt. He had been like this for too long, and she was going to finally deal with it. She was angry. Wispfang had been cold, down right rude and so pathetic for too long. He had approached her today, for the first time since... before she had left the nursery. All he wanted to do was fight. That was fine by her. The golden tabby warrior stalked to a more deserted part of the territory, a snarl on her face. He wouldn't get out of this unscathed. Starsdamn the code; this is the only cat in her Clan she'd put her claws on. He'd have to make his own way back to camp after she was done with him.
Once she felt like she was in a good enough spot, a secluded enough spot, Cherrydust whirled around. "Alright, you pathetic excuse of a warrior. You wanna fight? I'll give you a damn fight. Try your best." She trained alongside the fellow warrior. She knew the moves. She would be ready. "You don't get to disrespect me for almost 20 moons and then suddenly act all high and mighty, thinking you're better than me. I may have graduated late, and I may have been out of commission for 6 moons, but I am not rusty." Neither was he. Neither was Silkroar. Her face, shoulder and ears burned as if the skin had just been ripped open that moment. Like how it was during the battle. She refused to let this stupid, pretentious fool hurt her for whatever he hated her guts for.
In less than a second after she finished speaking, Cherrydust leapt. She extended her claws, raking them across the tomcats face. She was letting her rage get the best of her now. She didn't care. She felt joy feeling her claws meet skin. After her attack, Cherrydust jumped back, going immediately on the defensive.
character health: 60/60
action: claw attack
attack roll: uEonw|rE1-20 + 2 = 15
damage roll: 1-12 + 2 = 11
action: claw attack
attack roll: uEonw|rE1-20 + 2 = 15
damage roll: 1-12 + 2 = 11
