Ok im pretty bad at writing battle scenes XD
I just learned that, but I gave it my best shot hope you like it! comment!
The one in the lead divided at her belly so she jumped and landing squarely on his back, hanging on for dear life, she dug her claws into him and he yowled with pain, blood was welling out of his wounds. He started to lean over so she would get crashed underneath him, but Burningpaw was too quick she divided off of him before he crashed onto the ground, his legs flailed everywhere and his ears twitched in surprise that the young cat had been so fast. Burningpaw herself had landed on her paws, just barely, blood roared in her ear now and she felt adrenalin rushing through her veins.. She scratched his muzzle, and bit down on his hind leg hissing after doing it, he ran off. The other warriors that had just come up behind him were bursting with laughter at the sight of their comrade being bet by a mere apprentice, but Burningpaw didn't let it bother her, they didn't know who they were dealing with.
Then both of the other two warriors came running at her but she twisted to the side then raked her claws down the side of the warrior she ran by. Her paws were now covered in blood, she wished more than anything to stop this and wash it from her paws but she knew that wouldn't be an option until this was over.
Then the other cat a thin brown she-cat, was almost on her so she spun around and she tripped her with her front paws and she fell. She racked her muzzle and bit her tail before the other warrior, who she had forgot about, came crashing into her. He stood over her with a big smirk on his face. He had raked her face with his claws, and he just able to get a little scratch on her side, from the position he was in. She felt the blood ooze out of her wounds, and it ran down and off her face. She knew it was no use to just give in, she couldn't, so she gathered all her strength and used her back legs to shove him off. She saw the shock on the wiry gray tom, that the smaller young apprentice had just done that.
She racked his belly and bit as hard as she could on his tail until he yelled and ran away. She looked around to see that the other warrior had fled. She looked over at the entrance the camp and saw Swiftpaw battling with another warrior but he looked like he had things under control, and she knew he wouldn't appreciate it if she came to help. He looked like the only cat outside the camp; he must have come to find me she thought.
She looked around to see if there were any other warriors that she would need to take care of, until out of the corner of her eye, she saw a cat race by the side of the camp but the funny thing was she was carrying something. She looked more closely she say that it was little, fuzzy and was crying with fear.
A kit, she was carrying a kit! That grassclan cat was trying to steal a treeclan kit, that was against the warrior code! How could they? She sprinted over and tackled her. She didn't even think she just kicked and scratched, angry poured out of her. Then all of a sudden she got out her grip and she raced away, but she was still carrying the kit! She raced after her, but she disappeared behind some bushes. She didn't know if it had been moons or heart beats before she saw the she-cat again. She wasn't going to let her get away with one of her clanmates. She jumped and landed squarely on her back, who knows how she managed to do that but she did, and dug her claws in like she did to the first warrior she fought, only harder. Burningpaw just couldn't control herself, she was furious that they would ever think of disobeying the warrior code that had been laid down by the warriors that had come before them. Then until she heard the warrior scream in agony, she realized she was going to far and so burningpaw let go. The she-cat bolted as soon as burningpaw let go, leaving dark red blood trailing after her. She saw that the kit wasn't with her and she scream after her,
"Serves you right!" Burningpaw looked down at the kit and recognized that it was Whitekit one of sandcloud's kits. She was puffed up with fear, and her eyes wide with shock. She didnt seem happy that she was outside the camp like she would have been just a little while ago.
"Whitekit, are you ok?" she asked gently. Whitekit just nodded and stared at her with scared, shocked eyes.
"Let's get you back to camp then." So Burningpaw picked her up by the scruff and trotted back to camp. Usually Whitekit who was one of those kind of kits that were adventurous and disruptive, but kit didn't even protest when she picked her up just made a surprised squeal. Keeping all senses alert for more enemy warriors and as she got closer to the camp she noticed that there wasn't any more cries. The battle must be over and she had a feeling that her clan had won. When she was about to head through the camp she heard Sandcloud shriek, "Whitekit? Where is Whitekit?"
"And where is Burningpaw! She was out hunting when the battle began, and wasn't that her who yowled?" She heard Sunpelt meow worriedly.
"I saw Burningpaw during the battle!"
She listened as Swiftpaw talked, "I saw her take on three warriors all at once!" Then she heard her clanmates meow in disbelief. So she entered through the entrance and everyone looked over. The camp wasn't too bad except that the warriors den was pretty much torn apart. She was about to say something when everyone looked over.
Then Sandcloud shouted, "Whitekit?!" and darted over. "Oh, my sweet precious kit! You are safe!" Burningpaw sent down Whitekit and sat down, everyone was still staring at her. She felt very uncomfortable. Swiftpaw ran over to her, his pelt was covered with tiny scraps and scratches some were still bleeding and she felt a pang
"Are you ok?" he gasped.
"What are you talking about? Of course I'm fine!" Burningpaw replied. Then she looked at her pelt and saw that she was splotched with blood. "Oh, I don't think that is mine." Burningpaw replied quietly, her pelt felt hot with the eyes of every one of her clanmates burning into her pelt.
"Well you go and better make sure." Sunpelt replied from behind her, he sounded uneasy like he didn't believe her.
"But I want to help do something!" Burningpaw grumbled as she headed to the medicine cats den. Knowing better than to argue with her mentor, no matter how much she really wanted to.
"Oh my! Burningpaw!" Burningpaw heard Mosspatch, the medicine cat say.
"Don't worry Mosspatch," Burningpaw mewed, "I don't think most of it is mine."
"Well we can't check until it is washed off, and you are covered in it so go and wash up in the river!" Mosspatch stated. Burningpaw felt grateful that unlike everyone else in the camp she didn't stare at her with the astonishment, and wide eyed look that everyone else had.
So Burningpaw headed out of the Medicine cats den. She heard Brightpaw meow, "We need more marigold Mosspatch!" Should would have yelled a greeting but she didn't want Brightpaw to make a big deal about her so Burningpaw went out of the camp and started heading to the river.
When she arrived at the river she walked right in. The cold water made her shiver but she didn't mind, it felt good after the burning sensation she had in her muscles from so much work, it made the exhaustion she had ware off some.
She watched as all the red streamed right off her. She looked and saw that there were a few scratches on her flank but nothing bad and she knew that her muzzle wasn't too bad. She walked back out and shook herself out, wishing that the relief she felt when she had first entered the water would stay but of course that was something that wouldn't happen until she had gotten a good night's rest.
She sat down for a second and realized that she really was exhausted. She sat for awhile, relaxed and let her mind wander.
Then she remembered Brightpaw needed some marigold so she looked up and down the stream to see a patch of it. She could bring some back for Brightpaw. So she gathered it up and headed back to camp. When she was about to enter she remember the prey she had buried when she had seen Grassclan. She knew that the warriors must be hungry and remember that when she had walked into camp she remember seeing almost nothing in the fresh kill pile, it would be something to do. So she rushed in and dropped the marigold in the medicine cats den and pelted back out before some could ask her to do something else.
Her body ached with every movement she made; she hated the feeling of being restricted just because her body couldn't keep going. She was so tired but her mind was reeling as to what she could do for her clan and she knew even if she did rest she knew as long as she felt she didn't do enough she wouldn't fall asleep. She walked off to where she left them dug them up then set off back to camp at a steady walk.
By the time she reached the entrance her paws were aching and her scratches and her gouged muzzle were burning. She walked into camp to find Sunpelt waiting for her. "What took you so long?" he asked madly. Burningpaw was startled by his angry but then she realized that he was just worried.
"I went back to get my kill!" Burningpaw grunted, she didn't have the energy explain everything.
"Oh, then put it there, I'll find out who needs it the most, no one is going hunting until tomorrow. Just go see Mosspatch and take a rest." He said more lightly.
"That would be nice" she replied, dropping the fresh kill in the pile that had been scrapped together then headed to the medicine cats cave. She entered the medicine cats den. Brightpaw was chewing marigold and Mosspatch was looking through their supplies. Burningpaw reflected that she helps Brightpaw collect herbs all the time so she knew she picked the herb right.
Right as she entered Mosspatch turned around. "Oh good your back, thanks for the marigold!" He said. Burningpaw opened her mouth to ask how he knew it was her but he interrupted and just put, "I know. Ok come here and let me take a look at you."
He walked around her, looking for bleeding and the worst of her scratches, then inspected her muzzle.
"Your muzzle isn't too good but it's not bleeding so you should be fine," He finally concluded, "I would expect worse from what others are saying you did during the battle."
Burningpaw felt her pelt turn hot, had Swiftpaw told everyone that she had taken on three warriors? She really didn't like a lot of attention, it made her feel uncomfortable and she had never done anything that was anything less than what she would expect anyone else like her to do.
Well she didn't want to worry about that now. She stumbled off to the apprentices den and laid down next to her brother who was already fast asleep. She look a swift look around to her den mates to make sure they were all there and account for. She saw that every nest was full and she let out a sign of relief to know all the cats she had trained with were all still ok. So she laid her head down and the second her eye lids closed she drifted off to sleep.