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  • #5702
    Feared
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    Eveningstorm ~ WindClan Warrior

    It was like Eveningstorm and Quiethawk were in sequence with one another, jabbing and grabbing at the Mountain lion to try and confuse the large wildcat while Wolfstar and Night tried to get a grasp on the situation. Which was very dire indeed. Quiethawk slashed and dashed, slashed and dashed in order to keep out of the way from the wildcat, although when Eveningstorm gathered the attention of the wildcat he could see the angry orange eyes land upon him in frustration. This young wildcat was indeed getting confused. Unlike many of his comrades, Eveningstorm was built much like Wolfstar, although not nearly as broad as the leader. His frame was tall and heavy with thick muscle and his own thick pelt weighed him down, effectively keeping him from moving as swiftly as his comrades. A single grunt of pain slipped from his throat as the claws of the mountain lion scraped along his shoulder blade, tearing through the first layer of skin and ripping out a nice little chunk of his dark brown tabby fur. Jaw grounding in frustration, the tomcat had pulled back just enough for the wound to be a graze but he got lucky, even if the immediate throb of raw skin meeting the new-leaf air demanded differently.

    Blood was leaking slowly from the wound, a drop here and a drop there, nothing entirely noticeable, easy to ignore as he kept his mind in the fight. Eveningstorm was well practiced to work through his pain and he had been through worse before, lips curling back to release a snarl towards the mountain lion, whom quickly turned and rounded on Quiethawk, his dark amber eyes widening for a moment but he never broke his gaze off of the wildcat. “Quiethawk, you alright?” He finally called out, eyes on the mountain lion as the big cat had turned fully on the other Tom, causing the muscles in Eveningstorm’s back to tense as he took a step forward, but Wolfstar had analyzed the fight long enough to take action. Without a second thought, Eveningstorm processed his leaders demands and he launched forwards, his eyes narrowing upon the mountain lions hind legs. Landing carefully to the side, he shifted his shoulder blade to knock into the hip of the mountain lion, while he raised an outstretched paw to clutch into the thick skin of the wildcat’s calf. Lips peeling back as he lowered his head and sunk his teeth into the tender tendon, while his back legs did their best to bounce with the wildcat as the young creature was trying to buck off Wolfstar.

    Ears twitched when he heard Wolfstar command for Night to go for the muzzle, eyes widening slightly in surprise. Usually trained warriors knew how to handle an enemy face to face, the teeth on this wildcat were enough to make even Eveningstorm jittery. Hopefully, she stays out it’s mouth. He silently prayed, seeing a mass of black fur in the fray as she did her part, clawing at the mountain lions muzzle. Although he could not see Quiethawk at the moment, he hoped that they had distracted the wildcat long enough for him to get away and recollect himself.

    #5705
    Pheebs
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    Quiethawk’ swipes were well aimed and vicious, no longer a warning- they were a statement. The lean tom painted heavily, but his eyes gleamed with a mix of excitement and worry. No, Quiethawk didn’t want this wildcat anywhere near his clan mates, but that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy the fight.

    Half a second later he was flying, his shoulder and head striking a hard cold surface. The warrior wheezed, his breath coming fast and shallow. “Damn…” Quiethawk eyed his shoulder, blinking rapidly to keep blood out of his eye. A fleeting glance around the area told the warrior that they were holding their own, but a victory was far from being reached.

    ‘Get back in there!’ Straightening his stance, tail swinging to balance his weight since the tom was avoiding putting weight on his right. With a subtle shake of his head, Quiethawk portrayed his inability to run, but a show of teeth indicated his willingness and determination to keep fighting.

    #5710
    Wolfstar
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    Wolfstar held on tight to the lion’s back, his claws digging in as deep as they could go. He lowered his head and sunk his teeth into the beast’s neck, blood instantly pouring down his throat. It made him want to gag, but he leaned forward to bite the other side of the lion’s neck anyways, giving it two bite marks to remember him by. The mountain lion screeched and raised up on its hindlegs, finally knocking the WindClan leader into the bushes behind it. The breath got knocked from his chest and Wolfstar coughed out the yellow gorse flowers that had been crammed into his mouth from the fall. Wolfstar stumbled out of the bush, branches and leaves sticking out from his long pelt. He watched Eveningstorm bite and scratch the lion’s hind legs as he had ordered, and Night was still bravely clawing at its face. He looked over at Quiethawk, noticing the tom was leaning more towards his left to accommodate for his injured right shoulder. “Stay out of it now, Quiethawk,” he ordered. It was obvious the mountain lion was getting fed up with fighting all four cats so he didn’t mind commanding Quiethawk to stay out of the way. Wolfstar was quite confident they would win.

    The lion opened its jaws wide in a screech as Eveningstorm bit deep into its hind leg, blood dripping down to the moor floor. It turned to swipe at the tom, but got distracted by Night’s slashes at its muzzle. It shook its head, the tail lashing to and fro with impatience and frustration. Suddenly, it lunged towards the black she-cat, wrapping its jaws around Night’s shoulder while one of its paws pressed down on her spine and raked her back with its claws, forcing her down to the ground. “No!” Wolfstar yowled, his eyes wide with horror. He was not going to let this apprentice die under his watch! Wolfstar sprinted towards it, unsheathing his claws and aiming at its eyes. The leader was successful, raking the lion’s face with all of his strength until it released Night, yowling in pain and stumbling backwards. However, Wolfstar was too slow to duck out of the way when the lion swiped and raked the top of his head before turning around and sprinting back towards the mountains.

    The dust-colored wildcat ungracefully climbed up the boulders and ledges before disappearing to the other side, out of sight and mind. Wolfstar winced. The swipe had nicked his left ear, and he wondered if the tip of it was still there or not. However, that wasn’t the most pressing matter. The WindClan leader turned and sniffed Night’s pelt, looking at the bite mark on her shoulder to see how deep it was. I should have had Eveningstorm claw at its face instead of Night…but they were in the wrong positions for that. Wolfstar looked at Eveningstorm and Quiethawk. The gray warrior didn’t have a wound that would prevent him from helping one of the other two back to camp. He flicked his tail for Eveningstorm to come closer. “Help Night get back to camp, and I’ll help Quiethawk,” he ordered. “You all need care from the medicine cat’s. I’ll take another patrol out later to make sure it was gone. Let’s go, quickly.” 

    With one last look at Night, he padded towards Quiethawk and pressed his side against him. “Lean on me. I don’t want you walking on that leg and making it worse.

    #5711
    Shy
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    Night shut her eyes tight, still gritting her teeth as she held on, refusing to let go. The young feline was clinging to the mountain lion cub like a stubborn barnacle now; her tiny claws hooked into its face, squeezing as hard as she could. While she certainly expected to be slung around, she hadn’t expected she would be slung around this hard. Even if her eyes were open, she doubted she’d be able to make out what was going on moving around this fast.

    Night knew she needed to let go as soon as the opportunity opened up, and she’d planned to do so as soon as she could. While she’d yet to suffer an attack, she knew she was at the most dangerous part of the animal, and there was a pulsing rage just beneath the surface. Before the opportunity arose, however, she felt splinters of pain bloom in the soft flesh of her shoulder, and the harsh scent of her own blood filled her nostrils. A mere flick of the wildcat’s giant paw sent her to the ground, and she was slammed with such force that it knocked the breath from her lungs. The pressure keeping her pinned to the ground had her yowling in pain. She could swear that her bones were breaking under the cub’s weight, but that pain was nothing compared to the large, sharp claws gliding down her back; leaving searing pain and hot, sticky blood in their wake. Her screams fell silent as adrenaline washed over her, pulsing through her bloodstream just enough to soothe the pain. Night relaxed against the cool, wet ground, barely hearing the echo of Wolfstar’s voice as she watched the hazy image of the grey tom finish the fight through half lidded eyes. The weight from her spine had been lifted and she curled up on her side, confident that she had a moment to come to.

    Though her senses were dampened by blood and pain, she could feel the soft flutter of Wolfstar when he lowered his head to look her over, and offered him a reassuring smile as he leaned down. Even through blurry eyes she could see the concern and regret in his gaze. She wondered if it was because he’d ordered her to do something above her experience level. “I can hardly believe I did that,” her words were accompanied by a nervous laugh, and laced in excitement despite her injuries and how close she was to tasting death. She moved her body slowly before gently rolling to her paws and allowing Eveningstorm to help her back to Windclan, and smiled at him before shifting her weight onto his. “You know, for an insufferable furball, you fight well.”

    #5714
    Feared
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    Eveningstorm ~ WindClan Warrior

    Through the frenzy of the fight, Eveningstorm could not really focus on any of the words that were being spoke or really get a good view point on where any of his clan mates were due to the fact that he was trying his best to create as much pain as possible towards the Mountain lion. Long canines were sinking and tearing with every jerking motion the wildcat made, blood and sinew dripping from his pale lips while his tongue was pushed back against the roof of his mouth in order to keep himself from choking on the mountain lions blood. White talons were sunk in deep to the calf of the wildcat, giving him something to hold onto and brace his body against while he did his best to stay in motion with the feline. He felt at one point that the lion had twisted in order to swipe at him, the large paw just barely missing his ears, but he would take it. Night was distracting the wildcat beautifully, however he could still see that his onslaught to the lions leg was painful and it was taking everything in the large cat to keep from attacking Eveningstorm as it seemed that Night was handling herself quiet well.

    Ears laid flat against his head as he heard Wolfstar’s voice screech out in a distinct ‘no’. No…? Why no?! He thought in a worried fashion, dark amber eyes flashing with concern for a moment as he could see the dark grey and white figure attacking what appeared to be the face of the wildcat. Eveningstorm felt the leg jerk painfully, watching as Night was thrown in the corner of his vision and the fact that Wolfstar jumped away, which was the only reason why he released his hold on the lions leg. Claws retracting back into his own large paws as he pushed off of the lion, although he was knocked sideways just a bit by the flank of the lion as it rushed off from the wildcats. Pupils narrowed slightly as he gave a quick shake of his big head, ears flopping with the movement.  Amber eyes were flashing around as he sought out the pelts of his clanmates, Wolfstar and Night were over to the side; where the smaller she-cat was laying on her side due to being tossed by the wildcat, while Quiethawk was leaning awkwardly on his leg and looking almost as puzzled as he was at the moment. Eyebrows furrowed over his eyes in confusion, but Wolfstar seemed to ease his confusion by beckoning him over. Tip of his tail twitched slightly as the tall and broad tomcat hurried towards Wolfstar and Night, his eyes taking in the sight of the damp fur along her back, indicating blood. “Ah, I see.” He finally understood what he seen, looking down at Night as it would seem the adrenaline was still coursing through her veins, clouding the judgement of her pain.

    “Of course, Wolfstar.” Eveningstorm meowed, watching carefully as Night maneuvered her small body to where she was now laying in her stomach, she was eventually making her way to standing. As she prepared herself to stand, he lowered his big head to push his muzzle under her soft stomach and lift his head to push her upright. Just giving her an extra nudge. Finally, the black she-cat was now standing, which allowed his to place his body next to hers to where she could lean her smaller body against his for support. Night was too big to carry and he was sure that it would indeed pinch her pride if he had even tried. He walked slowly and carefully with the molly, her side getting a bit wet from her blood but that didn’t bother him, his lips and throat were soaked in the wildcats blood. That would have to cleaned quickly before any kittens caught sight of him. Ears twitched with the sudden sound of Night’s voice, causing him to glance down at her in surprise before a half grin arose to his muzzle. “Was that a compliment? Careful Night, one would think I’m rubbing off on you.” He chuckled, keeping pace with the molly in order for her to walk at a comfortable speed.

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