Post by phantomstar57 on Aug 1, 2016 12:04:21 GMT -5
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NEW BLOOD-HELP!
Done for the "Every word counts!" >500 wc contest on the old WFF board.
NEW BLOOD-HELP!
Done for the "Every word counts!" >500 wc contest on the old WFF board.
Enraged, Kyestorm plunged ahead across the ice, racing to cut the thieves off. Her thundering paws hit soft ice beneath the slush a foxlength from shore, and she thrust her legs forward to stop. Her momentum carried her ahead, and she slid along, breaking through into a pool of thick, sticky, nasty muck.
Kyestorm uttered a yowl of dismay, and scrambled, but her paws and legs stuck fast, with mud up to her belly. The muck slurped and squelched, holding her in a firm grasp, soaking into her thick pelt. She gasped for breath, as Harespring and Furzepelt stalked toward her, eyes baleful, jaws split in pleased grimaces. She bared her teeth in fury, yanking herself against the mud, which sucked at her body relentlessly. She realized they planned this, trapping her like a mouse in a warrior’s jaws.
“Cowards!” she snarled in fury, twitching her legs. Cold seeped into her paw and legs, creeping up her limbs. Harespring advanced, bristling, eyes gleaming with malice.
“Yes, yes, for many sunrises we fussed with this little hole,” Harespring sneered.
“Trickery! Cowardice! You betray the warrior code of honor,” Kyestorm hissed in outrage.
“No, we rid the clans of you!” Harespring jeered, balancing on a tussock, and reached out with a forepaw. Kyestorm snapped her jaws, trying to catch his paw in her teeth. She missed, and his paw slapped down on her head, shoving her muzzle into the mud. Alarm shot through her and she jerked her head free, realizing her total vulnerability. She railed at herself, for allowing such mousebrains to trick her. Harespring pushed her whole face in the mud, and uttered a guttural growling guffaw.
“This is for the sand in my eye!”
Kyestorm attempted to hiss, but inhaled gritty thick mud. Her entire body convulsed with terror, and something kicked in her belly, sending another wave of shock through her. Kits! That sure knowledge lanced through her, and she flung her head back in desperation, closing her eyes as Harespring’s claws raked her face. She shrieked to the skies, hoping someone might hear her.
“Nobody will get here in time,” Harespring yowled in glee, and jumped on her back, shoving her head down with both paws. She screamed again, but her voice cut off. She flattened her ears, but icy muddy water trickled in. Her kits kicked, reacting to the threat, and Kyestorm reared again, desperate to save herself and her kits, but with every move, the mud crept higher on her body. Defeated and exhausted, Kyestorm sagged under Harepring.
Suddenly, she spotted Smokewind racing like a deer across the lake, and weight lifted from her back. Slush and ice shards flew up behind the black smoke Maine Coon warrior, sparkling in the late after-noon-high sun. Exhaling in relief, Kyestorm watched Smokewind barrel across the open land, snow spraying like a huge tail in her wake, as help arrived, just in time, on the huge paws and long legs of her swift daughter.
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