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Moonshard•||•Female•||•24 moons•||•Warrior•||•Locations:"Camp"•||•Mentions:Darkness, Cobra(both directly)

The tortoiseshell she-cat unsheathed her sharp, razor claws, a hiss forming on her face. She knew he was stronger and heavier than her, but she kept sharpening her claws daily. Well, that was a good idea. Her claws were as sharp, if not sharper, as the deputy's. She glanced at his fangs, twitching her nose annoyed. Her fangs weren't as long as his, and that might make her struggle more. He had long fur unfortunately, and that would give him more stamina. Moonshard gazed down in a rain puddle, observing her fangs weren't as short as she thought they would. She blinked, staring at her fangs, a smug frown appearing on her face. Maybe, they have equal chances of winning. Her gaze shifted on the deputy again as she blinked nonchalantly, tail flicking besides her with annoyance. Well, perhaps, he'll really agree to this deal. Not because he's her friend, but because of what she was capable of. Moonshard didn't move at all, waiting for the deputy to attack. During the years in the Clans, she observed she won almost all races(besides one or two). She nodded to herself, knowing that if she was fast enough, she will at least give him harsh injuries. None of these Deathclan cats ever managed to catch up to her when running from dogs or two-legs. That would as well mean that if he was going to agree to her deal, she'll clearly be alive after this.

DUST + MALE + 21 MOONS + WARRIOR + @ CAMP + @ COBRA AND MOONSHARD

A fight had broken out in camp. That was hardly surprising, though; it was what kept Deathclan on top. The other clans were too soft, or at least that was Dust's thought on the matter. What was surprising was that he'd managed to find a sizable rat out on his hunt. He was gonna try to eat it before anyone else noticed he'd brought it back.

What the other cats didn't know wouldn't hurt them, right?

He picked a spot where he wouldn't interfere, and sat, his tail wrapping around to almost cover both his paws. This was bound to be good. "Hey, Cobra," he sneered, voice loud enough to climb above the din, "I'll do your hunting for a week if you manage to take one of Moonie's ears." He'd never tried the nickname for the she-cat, but he figured she was too busy to do anything about it.

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Moonshard•||•Female•||•24 moons•||•Warrior•||•Locations:"Camp"•||•Mentions:Dust, Cobra(both directly)

The she-cat's eyes immediately widened as she heard a strange voice in the crowd. She glanced at the gray tom-cat and bared her teeth, a loud, aggressive growl forming in her throat quickly. Her eyebrows furrowed before her eyes rolled. "You'd wish. He'd wish." Moonshard glanced at Cobra at the last part of the sentence. She sighed and calmed herself down, her full attention shifting back to Cobra. It is possible the annoying tom has been put by someone to distract her, and she wasn't going to listen to him. She nodded slightly to herself, knowing who will probably have a torn ear after this leadership thingy ends.

Onto more serious things.

She flexed her claws slowly and inhaled, jumping down the trashcan. She knew the deputy wasn't going to attack if she's on the trashcan. Her muscles tensed up as he lowered her head in an aggressive manner, fangs showing. Her eyes were full with determination and possibly anger. She was not going to lose her life to this tom. Moonshard narrowed her eyes, preparing herself to dodge. Quick and strategic attacks will probably make him weaker, and that was just what she needed.

Cobra
Male | 36 moons | Maine Coon x Norwegian Forest Cat | Location: DeathClan territory; Territory -> Camp | Mentions: [Directly] Darkness, Moonshard, Dust [Indirectly] DeathClan
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Elongated white sabers as sharp as knives were bared as a snarl escaped the massive deputy's throat. This stubborn she-cat was frustrating him. Cobra's sharp green eyes looked with warning at the not really familiar tom, Dust, as he dared speak to the tom and she-cat while they were about to battle. The tom growled with a scary appearance, especially as Moonshard responded with a false statement. His bared fangs were abnormally long and were as sharp as a cobra's, hence his name, and his unsheathed claws were not too long (as them being too long would have a negative effect), but were almost as sharp as a porcupines' quills. Looking at Moonshard's fangs, he realized they weren't that short. Hm... But they weren't nearly as long as the deputy's, who's fangs were longer than average because of a possible mutation. Growling, the tom watched as Moonshard leapt down from the trashcan onto the hard ground below it, now facing Cobra, who stood almost ten inches taller than her, if not taller than that, if his calculations were correct.

But smaller could be better sometimes. And, in her case, speed was too. Sure, Cobra was fast, real fast, but Moonshard was almost as fast, if not as fast or faster. Her reflexes were probably faster than the big cat's. Ears flattening against his head, the tom cat's fur bristled with an offensive emotion, his large body placed in a battle-ready stance. Cobra could tell she wasn't going to attack, and therefore, would do it himself. He'd like to see her try and defend herself. Personally, he couldn't even believe she was agreeing to fight. But, she-cats were stubborn. A terrifying hiss escaped his throat before he leapt forward with incredibly speed, his powerful legs pushing off the ground in a far jump. It was a near impossibility that she would dodge this attack, but of course, there was always a chance. If he would succeed in his jump, he would try and pin her to the ground, attempting to bite and scratch wherever was necessary. Even if his jump-attack failed, he'd reach his paws out and at least draw some blood from her, even if he wasn't able to pin her down. A terrifying emotion shone in the massive tom's intimidating green eyes as he stared into her's, showing a feeling he had. A feeling that he wasn't going to stop until either she surrendered, or until she was dead.

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Moonshard•||•Female•||•24 moons•||•Warrior•||•Locations:"Camp"•||•Mentions:Cobra(directly)

The she-cat flinched a bit as Cobra's claws pierced her skin. She spun around and faced him, watching him land. She suddenly leapt at him, landing on his back and scratching his back quickly before jumping off and backing away in an open area. She bared her teeth and flattered her ears to the ground, flicking her tail tip aggressively. A fierce snarl formed in her throat as she continued backing away, getting out of the alley and reaching the main street.

Cobra
Male | 36 moons | Maine Coon x Norwegian Forest Cat | Location: DeathClan territory; Territory -> Camp | Mentions: [Directly] Darkness, Moonshard, [Indirectly] DeathClan, Hawkthorn
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A hiss of annoyance and slight pain escaped the tom's maw as the female cat jumped and dug her claws into his firm back. He tried shaking her off right as she jumped off, and he bared his fangs at her as she faced him, slowly backing up out of the alley. Growling, he slowly stalked forward after her. His terrifying green eyes stared into her's, only looking away to meet the bluish-greenish orbs of a stranger cat, staring into the tom cats soul for a few moments before looking at Moonshard again. He must not get distracted. Besides, the stranger tom stood no chance against him, or his Clan, so he would fret not about him. His fur bristled with aggressiveness, his unsheathed claws making little scratch marks on the ground as he moved forward with an intent to kill.

But Cobra wouldn't kill her. She could be a valuable cat, just not as leader. Maybe as deputy, though. Letting out an incredibly loud and quite terrifying hiss, the brute lunged forward, using his massive body and powerful paws to try and push her down, probably succeeding considering the speed and power used in the attack. If he did succeed, he'd attempt to scratch her belly up a bit before lunging his fangs towards her shoulder, trying and probably succeeding in sinking his sharp teeth into her shoulder. If he succeeded at all of this, he'd just stand there, assuming the battle was over before he would declare his intentions of her rank. If the probably injured Moonshard decided to be foolish and keep fighting when she had a free pass to the rank of deputy, Cobra would be ready to defend himself with fierceness and power. Cobra stood there with an intimidating stance, blood dripping from the few scratches and cuts she gave him, and from his mouth from when he bit her, blood also staining his claws and some of his fur. His terrifying green orbs stared down at her, fur still bristling.

OOC: I forgot to mention this, Moon, but keep in mind that you can't powerplay. I'll of course get over the last one as it doesn't really matter, but please try and not powerplaying. A good way to avoid OPing is to use words like "attempt" and "try" and others. Like "attempting" to bite him. "trying" to knock him down. Etc...

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Moonshard•||•Female•||•24 moons•||•Warrior•||•Locations:"Camp"•||•Mentions:Cobra, Darkness(directly)

The tortoiseshell slowly got up, flinching at any movement. Her eyes were strangely blank as she stared at her opponent, yet at nothing. She twitched her nose and licked her bitten shoulder, it wasn't hurting so bad. She felt lucky for only getting a few(big) scratches, and only a few. From what she could see, Cobra was letting her live, and she would be a fool to let this offer go. Moonshard sighed, her eyes showing absolutely no emotion. Neither anger, nor pain. She kept staring at Cobra before her gaze drifted over to Darkness, a tint of fury appearing on her face as she heard him speak. After this thing, she would love to kill him for all he has done to absolutely everyone. She actually agreed to this fight only because she wanted to change the Clan. Well, that if she would've won. But of course, she knew she couldn't. Moonshard gazed back at Cobra, waiting for his choice. Either a skilled warrior and perhaps killer, or all of the she-cats from the Clan. She flicked her tail tip, realizing that would mean her as well. The choice was kind of obvious. The tortoiseshell she-cat twitched her nose, starting to debate on what leg she wouldn't want anymore.

Cobra
Male | 36 moons | Maine Coon x Norwegian Forest Cat | Location: DeathClan territory; Territory -> Camp | Mentions: [Directly] Darkness, Moonshard, [Indirectly] DeathClan
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Cobra looked at Darkness and saw the pride in his eyes and felt his body stand up straighter and taller, looking down upon the bleeding she-cat as he too bled, even if it was less than she. Hearing Darkness' offer, he gave Moonshard a threatening look, as if he was going to rip off her leg like Darkness wanted. But he didn't desire to. The reward was the adornment of all the she-cats in DeathClan and, frankly, he didn't care for that. Although a few females found this offer negative and hissed because of it, a great deal of the female cats purred and meowed towards him. He just ignored it though. The massive brute really didn't care for that sort of stuff. He flicked his tail towards Moonshard, signalling he wasn't going to rip off her leg. But, perhaps he'd leave her a scar to remember this fight by.

Narrowing his terrifying green eyes, Cobra walked slowly up to Moonshard with a menacing aura, knowing she would be aware of his intentions. Not many would be unable to tell what he was going to do... Mark her. He was being pretty unlike himself at this point; merciful. And he could happily kill her. But he wasn't going to, and the least she could do was let him harm her, even if it was little. With a terrifying gaze, the attractive tom cat flexed his arms as he prepared himself to scar her. Raising up his strongest paw, his right one, he quickly brought it down with an incredible amount of force, his abnormally sharp claws drawing across her chest, the blood immediately gushing out and oozing down her body. It wouldn't kill her, but it would be sore for a few days; at least. That would leave a scar for life, probably. He nodded to her before turning around, padding over to Darkness, and not saying a word as he looked down at his formally pitch-black leader, showing no emotion in his gaze, and not afraid of whatever words Darkness would say, as he would probably be upset with the massive gray tom that he didn't kill or maim Moonshard.