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Post by -bluestorm- on Dec 24, 2017 17:16:45 GMT -5
As if snapping out of a trance, Duskpaw suddenly became aware of how he must have looked to the other cats with him. He steeled himself. I’m not scared of any dead mouse, and I’ll catch everything else I see on this hunt, he thought. “Never mind.” he meowed. “Let’s keep moving. Breezewhisker, race you to Hillpoint!” Duskpaw dragged the white mouse with him as he trotted ahead.
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Post by ͐T͐͐ᴡ͐͐ɪ͐͐ɪ͐ᴀ͐ on Dec 24, 2017 17:17:46 GMT -5
Nettlefly was impressed with Duskpaw's kill, but worried if the apprentice was okay. However, he felt that if he pried too deep, he'd make the situation worse. He wasn't particularly good at speaking, but just this once, he had to ask.
"You may," he responded. "Are you okay?"
Nettlefly inwardly sighed. It seems as if his own spirit had failed, and he felt his own blame rest on his pelt.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2017 17:26:15 GMT -5
Breezewhisker’s eyes brightened. Duskpaw’s hesitation was probably totally normal, and he didn’t really care anyways. Having fun was more important. He let out a goofy smile and immediately caught up with the apprentice. His paws moved quickly as he soon outpaced Duskpaw’s brisk trot. Game on, apprentice. The teasing tone in his voice was still evident even though his voice was distorted from using telepathy. He was stating a challenge. “I’ll also catch more than you!” Breezewhisker added out loud from ahead. He completely forgot about Duskpaw’s little episode. It obviously didn’t matter, as long as everything was going smoothly afterwards.
Willowpaw shrugged. It was his opinion. His change of mind meant nothing to her anyways. She continued on, inwardly laughing in a cold way as the foolish Breezewhisker ran after Duskpaw and went ahead. How silly of them... Willowpaw kept a steady pace and continued on, seemingly unfazed. At least catching one piece of prey was her objective. She was useless enough, and what good was a cat that couldn’t hunt? No good. What good was a cat that couldn’t fight? No good.
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Post by -bluestorm- on Dec 24, 2017 17:48:21 GMT -5
As Duskpaw chased his warrior friend up to Hillpoint, a part of his mind was still very focused on his outburst after the kill. He decided that after the hunt, he would consult his mentor, and perhaps Robinstar if he really needed to. But his paralysis in the wild wasn’t the only thing that he wished to discuss; nagging in his mind was Willowpaw’s entire demeanor throughout the hunt. Her self-defeating energy, her very present sadness. There weren’t many apprentices he could confide in and it upset him that one he considered close to him was so... depressed. That was the word. Depressed. As his paws scraped the dirt beneath him he found himself in deeper thought then he knew what to do with. Telepathically, he crafted a private connection with Nettlefly.
“I think I need to talk with you about some pressing things when this hunt is over. “
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Post by ͐T͐͐ᴡ͐͐ɪ͐͐ɪ͐ᴀ͐ on Dec 24, 2017 17:51:43 GMT -5
As he watched Duskpaw and Breezewhisker, Nettlefly felt better. He padded forward, steady in his steps. Refusing to be distracted, he kept himself quiet and on the lookout for prey. While he was a warrior who'd completed his training some moons ago, his hunt was poor. He wanted to keep low and catch a heap of prey, as much as most warriors caught. He was determined to come back with a decent catch.
He lifted his nose, tasting the air. A warm scent came to him, with the distinctive tang of rabbit. Rabbits were common here, giving the location near Hillpoint Downs. Nettlefly broke into a silent run, chasing lightly after the rabbit. When he was close enough, he pounced. He felt his claws brush against fur, and knew he had it. He sliced across it's throat, and warm blood gushed out of the wound. The rabbit laid still, and Nettlefly thanked StarClan for the prey. He felt his luck was flying.
"Duskpaw!" He called telepathically after the apprentice. "Let's bury our prey here. We can pick it up later, on our way back."
Turning, he dug a small hole. He dropped his rabbit there and stood, pausing.
"You are welcome to talk to me about anything."
||sorry for the lateness on the other response, I'm on mobile and I type slow.||
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Post by -bluestorm- on Dec 24, 2017 18:16:54 GMT -5
(No biggie! I think I have the opposite problem, typing too fast. Not too much to do where I am right now, lol.)
Duskpaw slowed down, returning to his mentor. He brought his plump field mouse over the the hole Nettlefly had dug, propping it on top of the freshly killed rabbit. He had heard that Nettlefly’s skill in hunting wasn’t what it used to be, but this was definitely an impressive kill. He smiled at his occasionally distant teacher, hoping he would take his request for a dialogue to heart.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2017 19:06:43 GMT -5
Breezewhisker’s eyes widened as he watched Nettlefly make the clean catch. He was ready to give some quick praise but immediately forgot once he caught a scent on the wind. Hesitating for a moment, he sniffed the air. Yep. The scent of prey easily came to him. Dropping low to the ground, Breezewhisker slowly moved to a clump of long grass. It was eerily still but the smell was getting closer and closer. In a few seconds he darted forwards it quickly and reached out with his claws before he threw his whole weight on the clump. Feeling a furry body wriggling under him frantically, Breezewhisker trapped it under his paws and finished it off with a swift bite. He moved the grass aside to look at his catch with pride. Hey Nettlefly, what exactly is this thing that I caught? He asked telepathically. It was rather plump but didn’t look too appealing...
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Post by ͐T͐͐ᴡ͐͐ɪ͐͐ɪ͐ᴀ͐ on Dec 24, 2017 21:50:36 GMT -5
Nettlefly smiled back at the apprentice, before his attention turned to Breezewhisker. He nodded at him and peered down at his catch. Where have I seen that before? He racked his brain for an answer, before coming to a quick conclusion. His mouth watered, as he thought of the prey. Turning back, he uncovered the hole.
"I think it's a water vole," he replied as his paws flung up dirt. "Weird, we don't usually see them here. You can place your prey in this hole, and we'll get it on the way back."
||It can be something else, water vole was the first thing I thought of. It can be something else too. If you want it to be something else, tell me and I'll edit my post.||
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Post by -bluestorm- on Dec 25, 2017 9:02:49 GMT -5
Duskpaw stared at what Breezewhisker had caught. Regardless of its name, it was an ugly creature to be sure. He began to feel less guilt for his first kill. He spoke telepathically to the group, “How much more do we need for the Fresh Kill Pile? My paws are starting to ache.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2017 10:22:56 GMT -5
Breezewhisker scrunched up his nose with mild distaste. A water vole? Oh well... At least I caught something. He sighed after he spoke telepathically but quickly composed himself to answer Duskpaw’s question. I don’t think we need much more, but it’s up to Nettlefly. Breezewhisker cast a glance at the leader of the patrol, waiting for an answer from him. He was itching to finish up the patrol himself and actually do something fun, but he said no more. Willowpaw hasn’t caught anything. He reminded them. It wasn’t really worth mentioning, as the apprentice was next to invisible anyways. He placed his “water vole” thing in the hole and pushed the dirt back over it to hide it completely.
Willowpaw continued on silently. She didn’t say a word until Breezewhisker spoke about how she hadn’t caught anything. It was if everyone thought she didn’t know. It was obvious, and was nagging her more than she’d like to admit. She was glad that Duskpaw asked when the hunt would finish, as a definite answer would make her life a whole lot easier. Out of the blue, she replied. “I think we caught enough.” Willowpaw simply said, not making direct eye contact and letting her voice trail off into a series of incoherent mumbles.
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Post by -bluestorm- on Dec 25, 2017 12:22:11 GMT -5
Duskpaw felt terrible for Willowpaw, and no longer was interested in the hunt as long as it was so torturous to a fellow apprentice. He was about to say something in agreement with her when from the trees a shrill hissing and a yowl rang out. Immediately, Duskpaw refocused to the treeline. It sounded like another cat, but who could it be? Without words, spoken or telepathic, he turned to Breezewhisker and Nettlefly with a desperate face.
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Post by ͐T͐͐ᴡ͐͐ɪ͐͐ɪ͐ᴀ͐ on Dec 25, 2017 14:34:28 GMT -5
"I think we have caught enough," Nettlefly responded. "What we have will feed the clan for a day." He turned to again uncover their catch when his gaze caught Duskpaw`s.
Then he heard it. He panicked, and bolted. His tail was over his back, signalling the patrol to run.
"Forget the prey!" He yowled, louder than anyone can remember him speaking. "We`ve got to report back to Robinstar! Hurry! We`ll retrieve the prey later, go!"
(This could make for an interesting plot point. Let`s discuss it more.)
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Post by ͐T͐͐ᴡ͐͐ɪ͐͐ɪ͐ᴀ͐ on Dec 25, 2017 14:36:55 GMT -5
(will reply later, sorry for the waits. Also sorry for the punctuation errors in my previous button, I can't find the apostrophe key on this phone)
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Post by -bluestorm- on Dec 25, 2017 14:43:44 GMT -5
Duskpaw, now fully submerged under a wave of fear, broke into a full sprint following Nettlefly. If his stoic mentor was so scared, then this was beyond what he had initially thought. Infinite possibilities flowed through his head as he ran, from feral foxes to rogue cats. None seemed any better than the other. As he galloped, he dared not look behind him. The noises from the trees loudened. Thrashes. Hisses. Shrieks.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2017 15:23:11 GMT -5
Willowpaw was frozen on the spot. Why was everyone running? What could it possibly be? She looked around wildly, eyes wide with fear. Can someone tell me-? Willowpaw telepathially cut herself off as she hesitatated for a moment but then uneasily ran after Duskpaw. Before she ran, she heard noises. They scared her so much, she didn’t say any more and just followed her fellow terrified clanmates. Her legs soon grew slightly weak after just a while and she lagged behind the others, but she continued on rather steadily. So much for that disastrous hunting party...
Breezewhisker trusted Nettlefly, so he bolted before the others. Not saying a word was the best way to go. His paws easily carried him easily mostly due to fear, and his mind began crafting all sorts of wacky theories. A monster? A whole clan of monsters taller than the trees, all made of thick skin and armoured with sharp sticks as weapons? He had too much time for his imagination to run wild. His overwhelming worry just made him go faster on the way to camp and soon he was beside Nettlefly in his running.
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Post by -bluestorm- on Dec 25, 2017 15:28:20 GMT -5
( ͐T͐͐ᴡ͐͐ɪ͐͐ɪ͐ᴀ͐ I think we’re a little hesitant to define this grave threat because I don’t want to go outside of the parameters of the RP. You can go for it if you want!)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2017 15:36:52 GMT -5
( Agreed. )
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Post by ͐T͐͐ᴡ͐͐ɪ͐͐ɪ͐ᴀ͐ on Dec 25, 2017 16:33:20 GMT -5
(I'm thinking a fox attack would be the most normal choice. Foxes aren't that rare but it's rare enough for them to stage an attack.)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2017 16:34:45 GMT -5
( Sure! )
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Post by -bluestorm- on Dec 25, 2017 16:37:02 GMT -5
(Ooh foxes sound fun! Who wants to continue first? Also, I was wondering if I could add another character, preferably a warrior. Let me know ͐T͐͐ᴡ͐͐ɪ͐͐ɪ͐ᴀ͐)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2017 16:57:50 GMT -5
( Since I just posted, either ͐T͐͐ᴡ͐͐ɪ͐͐ɪ͐ᴀ͐ or you should go next. )
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Post by -bluestorm- on Dec 25, 2017 17:12:12 GMT -5
(Gotcha. I think I’m gonna incorporate my new character into this)
The terrible cacophony coming from the treeline behind the fleeing BloomClan cats came to a crescendo: a loud yowl—unmistakably from a she-chat—pierced the air. Duskpaw stopped dead in his tracks. His fear had not faded, but had been supplemented by a heaping dose of anger. He didn’t know what was happening, but something had clicked into place in his head. He turned around and bolted towards the scene, catching a whiff of something he’d hoped he’d never have to smell again: foxes.
Fearlessly, the grey tom returned to the treeline. In his state of fear and ferocity, his first glance wasn’t very accurate. He could make out only a dark brown she-cat, with open wounds, laid on the ground while two red foxes with permanent scowls circled around her.
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Post by ͐T͐͐ᴡ͐͐ɪ͐͐ɪ͐ᴀ͐ on Dec 25, 2017 18:41:17 GMT -5
-bluestorm- ||Can you pm me the information about your new character so I can add her to the allegiances? Use the format from the joining page please.|| Nettlefly paused, ceasing to run. He saw Duskpaw turn back and raced to the scene. He desperately wanted to hold back his apprentice, for he knew that if Duskpaw was injured, then he would be held responsible. But he knew that something must have went through his mind for him to return. Something must have gone wrong. And it was Nettlefly's duty to look after him. Without a second word, he too, followed. Looking straight ahead, the warrior caught a glimpse of russet fur and gleaming teeth, intertwined with blood and a dark brown pelt. The reek of fox filled the air. Oh no! We've got to tell Robinstar and Nightleaf. His mind racing, Nettlefly invaded the thoughts of Breezewhisker and Willowpaw. " Willowpaw! Run to camp, and quickly. Get Nightleaf. If Rufflefur asks to come, ignore her. Leave her behind. Tell Nightleaf to bring some herbs. We've got a wounded cat on our paws. " Nettlefly's voice assumed a commanding tone as he gave out the orders. " Breezewhisker! Come with me. We've got to help Duskpaw. Hurry![i/]"
The brown tom leaped for a fox, landing on it's back. He motioned for Breezewhisker to follow, and for Willowpaw to run. As he sunk his claws into the red pelt, he made his final wish.
His mind reached for Robinstar's. Desperate to get the message, his hold was weak. He was worried that his message wouldn't get through, that Robinstar would be blocking his voice. With a final surge of energy, he made it through. "Robinstar. Robinstar, we need backup near Hillpoint. Fox attack."
Starclan save us all, he prayed.
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Post by ͐T͐͐ᴡ͐͐ɪ͐͐ɪ͐ᴀ͐ on Dec 25, 2017 18:45:14 GMT -5
||Sorry that's all in italics. I forgot how to end the code.||
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Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2017 19:56:25 GMT -5
||Sorry that's all in italics. I forgot how to end the code.|| (Don’t worry, it happened to me once too)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2017 20:05:20 GMT -5
-bluestorm- ||Can you pm me the information about your new character so I can add her to the allegiances? Use the format from the joining page please.|| Nettlefly paused, ceasing to run. He saw Duskpaw turn back and raced to the scene. He desperately wanted to hold back his apprentice, for he knew that if Duskpaw was injured, then he would be held responsible. But he knew that something must have went through his mind for him to return. Something must have gone wrong. And it was Nettlefly's duty to look after him. Without a second word, he too, followed. Looking straight ahead, the warrior caught a glimpse of russet fur and gleaming teeth, intertwined with blood and a dark brown pelt. The reek of fox filled the air. Oh no! We've got to tell Robinstar and Nightleaf. His mind racing, Nettlefly invaded the thoughts of Breezewhisker and Willowpaw. " Willowpaw! Run to camp, and quickly. Get Nightleaf. If Rufflefur asks to come, ignore her. Leave her behind. Tell Nightleaf to bring some herbs. We've got a wounded cat on our paws. " Nettlefly's voice assumed a commanding tone as he gave out the orders. " Breezewhisker! Come with me. We've got to help Duskpaw. Hurry![i/]"
The brown tom leaped for a fox, landing on it's back. He motioned for Breezewhisker to follow, and for Willowpaw to run. As he sunk his claws into the red pelt, he made his final wish.
His mind reached for Robinstar's. Desperate to get the message, his hold was weak. He was worried that his message wouldn't get through, that Robinstar would be blocking his voice. With a final surge of energy, he made it through. "Robinstar. Robinstar, we need backup near Hillpoint. Fox attack."
Starclan save us all, he prayed. Willowpaw curtly nodded, hearing Nettlefly’s telepathic message easily. Having regained her breath from the run, she quickly raced back to camp. She tried to block out the cries and growls of the foxes and soon the forest became a blur around her. Willowpaw pretended that her surroundings were not there but it was quite obvious that they were. She finally skidded to a halt at the entrance of the medicine cat’s den, praying that Nightleaf was there. “Nightleaf! Come now! There’s a fox attack, we need you. Bring herbs. There’s a wounded cat.” She spoke out loud, not bothering to use telepathy. Her breath was heavy and her heart beat fast as she waited outside of the den worriedly. @sapphire646 Breezewhisker followed Nettlefly obediently. He ran after the tom and looked around wildly. Seeing Duskpaw racing to the tree line, he followed without hesitation. Claws flying, he quickly leaped onto the back of a rather ugly-looking fox with full force. He raked his unsheathed claws across the matted crimson pelt. How many foxes were there? Struggling to keep a hold and bring the fox down, Breezewhisker was distracted for a moment. Quickly he regained his train of thought and tore at the fox’s thick pelt. It let out a howl of distress and was trying harder and harder to shake him off. As he was about to fly off it’s back, he raked his claws across the fox’s eyes. He fell with a thump on the ground and was winded but mostly stunned. From his slightly blurry vision he could see it racing away, droplets of red falling onto the forest floor behind it. My, my...
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Post by ͐T͐͐ᴡ͐͐ɪ͐͐ɪ͐ᴀ͐ on Dec 25, 2017 21:54:56 GMT -5
» RUFFLEFUR
The mottled she cat was tired. Tired of sitting around and doing nothing. Tired of being... useless, in her eyes. She paced around the camp, anxious for action. Suddenly Willowpaw appeared in her peripheral vision, sprinting as if a pack of foxes were behind her. Rufflefur thought it was unusual. What could she possibly be doing in such a hurry? As the apprentice headed for the medicine den, Rufflefur's curiosity won. Sticking her muzzle in the entrance of the den, she listened in.
"Fox attack... herbs... wounded cat..." Rufflefur heard Willowpaw say, and a tinge of worry crossed her yellow-green gaze. Fox attack? My clan needs me. But I'm confined to camp. But my clan needs me. Somebody could be hurt. She knew that she should stay in camp, but she felt strangely guilty. That she owed something, to the clan. For every moment of her own foolishness, there had to be a moment of bravery. Perhaps mouse-brained bravery, but for a reason.
I've got to go serve my clan. Hillpoint Downs, Nettlefly said at dawn. Pushing her pride aside, the dusky she cat dashed out of camp. Her eyes desperate and her gait unsteady, she limped out. Her wounds were still mildly fresh, but she pressed on. After a difficult hop, she jumped into the River Blossom with the intent to cross.
» ROBINSTAR
"Let's go", Robinstar agreed. "Alright, we will first head along Breezecreek and move on from the-" He broke off as a blur of pale brown fur flew past his patrol and into the camp. Willowpaw! From her speed, Robinstar felt that something was happening. As he turned to Spottedpaw and Flaxtrill, he felt a tingling sensation in the back of his head. He immediately tried to block and keep his mind clear. He held on, for as long as he could. But then his strength faltered and a voice went through.
"Robinstar. We need backup near Hillpoint." Robinstar tried to think of a response, when the next sentence came. "Fox attack."
The leader stood still, then quickly turned to the two cats beside him. "Flaxtrill, we need to help Nettlefly's patrol. Spottedpaw... are you okay with coming?"
Just then, Rufflefur limped past them, remarkably fast for being injured like she was.
"And we've got to stop Rufflefur. She'll get herself hurt."
@sapphire646
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Post by -bluestorm- on Dec 25, 2017 22:04:40 GMT -5
Duskpaw witnessed Breezewhisker’s valiant takedown of one of the foxes in pure awe, but another remained in front of him. It turned to face him, nasty sounds leaking from its mouth. Duskpaw gulped. In the face of a natural evil like this, he had nowhere to turn but inward. Mentally, Duskpaw used every ounce of his ability to ready himself for what he planned to do. He could feel his own fear seethe in his veins, but it was all numb when his paws left the ground.
The first slice on the fox landed on its right cheek, and it recoiled almost immediately, hissing. Duskpaw was measurably smaller than the wily creature, which prepared a strike of its own. The apprentice managed a single glance at the she-cat on the forest floor... were those orchid petals around her?
The fox came fast, but somehow, even in his distraction, Duskpaw was ready for it. He sidestepped the red-pelted savage, then quickly turned around. It staggered past him, and, watching the other fox retreat into the woods, Duskpaw’s foe did the same. Duskpaw let out a huge breath. He saw Breezewhisker on the ground, and Nettlefly next to him. He sat down, shaken yet triumphant.
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Post by ͐T͐͐ᴡ͐͐ɪ͐͐ɪ͐ᴀ͐ on Dec 25, 2017 22:36:13 GMT -5
» NETTLEFLY
Nettlefly nodded a quick praise at Duskpaw and Breezewhisker, before his expression shifted to one of pure terror. The fox scent grew stronger, and suddenly, five more russet, slick furred animals were on them. These foxes were smaller than the others and the two foxes Breezewhisker and Duskpaw defeated were nowhere to be seen. However, there was more of them. He prayed Robinstar would arrive soon with backup.
"There are more of them!" He shrieked telepathically, as the foxes swum before his vision. "Duskpaw, Breezewhisker. You did it before, you can do it again! Keep them away from the wounded she cat, and hold them until Robinstar comes."
He sunk his teeth into one foul creature, gagging as the taste of fox blood spread across his tongue. The fox turned and snapped at his tail. The fox grabbed on, and Nettlefly felt fury in his veins. He sliced the fox's flank, blood running scarlet down his claws. Normally calm, the brown warrior lashed out savagely. He pulled his tail out of the fox's grip, and a blinding pain washed over him. He tried not to think about it as he attacked.
Suddenly, he stopped. Paws pinning down the russet pelt, his mind flowed with newfound power. His psychic conscious gripped the fox's mind, holding it in it's place. His deep red petals flowed freely. And just as sudden as it came, his reach was lost, and the raging fox was on him. Now, he was the one stuck to the ground. Nettlefly tried to recall all the battle tricks he'd learned in his apprentice training as he wondered how to get out of this sticky situation.
Sighing, he raked his claws over the fox's belly, wishing it would just let go.
||These foxes shouldn't be too hard to deal with battle wise, but these particular foxes are less likely to give up. They will eventually. Also, every fox needs to be chased out of BloomClan territory, which can be accomplished after they have been defeated in both fight and spirit.||
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Post by -bluestorm- on Dec 25, 2017 22:49:59 GMT -5
Duskpaw leaped to his paws, totally exhausted but at the same time extremely wired from a mix of adrenaline and psychic strength. As the new wave of fox enemies surrounded the embattled clan cats, Duskpaw endeavored to make himself physically imposing and scary to the smaller foxes. Given his stature and size, this was no easy feat. He glanced to his right and saw a flurry of combat between his mentor and one of the beasts. When the tides of the battle turned, and the fox pounced on his warrior teacher, Duskpaw ignored the other four and unleashed a barrage of claw swipes onto the fox's back, accompanied by a screech he didn't know he was capable of making. The fox attacking Nettlefly whimpered, under attack from both sides, and let out a yelp before going totally limp. The rest of the ambushing foxes encircled the party, fangs bared.
"Are you okay? Get ready, there's more of them!" Duskpaw hollered to Nettlefly.
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