Post by ★Echobrook the Reindeer★ on Jun 6, 2015 12:36:46 GMT -5
Rabbitleg recovered, and threw himself into the dog's jaws, hissing "I will not lose an apprentice to this beast!" As the dog lunged, he reared up, with so much power in his hind legs, he bucked the dog away and sent him staggering, making Longtunnel trampled in the move.
[Scarknee used to be a warrior, like you...-Falcon_star]
Post by Cloverheart ✿ on Jun 6, 2015 12:48:57 GMT -5
// gonna do this but okay (( Really quick- can get rid of that fact that her front leg is twisted? I'm doing something with Mosspaw.))
Mosspaw watched at the entrance, being extremely careful. She glanced around the camp, nervous and scanning the crowd for injured cats.
The dog, staggering, backed away. But his blood-seeking eyes fell on a weaker target: the grey medicine cat apprentice.
She turned her head just as the dog lunged for her, grabbing her back leg. The teeth sank in and she let out a pain-stricken yowl, going limp and unable to do anything.
Cranepaw curled her lip in disgust and rushed over to help her fellow apprentice, even though 1. She was terrible at fighting (and she knew it) an 2. She wouldn't do much anyways. The tunneler apprentice, however, did not want a dead clanmate. Trying to think of a strategy, she circled the dog.
Stormpaw silently thanked his mentor. Pain consumed him. He was certain he wouldn't be able to stand. Instead, he used his fore paws to drag himself away from the danger, knowing he would no longer be of use in the fight.
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo
Post by Cloverheart ✿ on Jun 6, 2015 14:10:34 GMT -5
The dog chomped down hard on the leg, tearing it off. Mosspaw screamed in pain. Losing interest, the dog dropped her and growled at Cranepaw. The limp little cat did her best to drag herself into the den, what was left of her leg bloody. She stayed there upon making it somewhat into the den. Laying there, pain coursed through her body. Illusion and reality switched, and soon everything had gone dark.
Cranepaw internally faceplanted as she realized the dog was now targeting her. The apprentice thought miserably, I knew it! Moor runners have more problems like this- Cranepaw sneered, filthy mutts like these. Oh, it would be better escaping from a flooding tunnel. Cranepaw then darted forward, quickly clawed the dog, and dashed away like a maniac.
Post by ★Echobrook the Reindeer★ on Jun 6, 2015 16:02:09 GMT -5
RabbitLeg screeched. I' so tired... But I'm not giving up! Running forward, he pushed Cranepaw out of the way. "Leave!" Rabbitleg bit his haunches, and tugged a huge lump of fur from the dog, before continuing to roll underneath him, and scratching open his belly, while the dog howled and tired to get rid of Rabbitleg. Then, the dog collapsed on him.
[Scarknee used to be a warrior, like you...-Falcon_star]
Well, going by Tallstar's revenge loners visited WindClan from time to time, so there's that. Otherwise maybe they heard the dog and wanted to check it out?
Also, I'm unsure what happened to the dog just now? Like, I'm unsure whether a cat could simply slice its belly open and make it collapse? It can leave now, sure, but I don't think they'd be able to kill it like that. xD If the post implied that it died, of course. I'm not sure)
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Post by Cloverheart ✿ on Jun 7, 2015 12:30:42 GMT -5
(I have nothing to do since my character is passed out and her bloody, disembodied leg is laying in the middle of camp. so I'll just make a new character!) Username: @ cloverheart Cat's Name: Whiteheart Appearance: Whiteheart is a long-legged, short-furred cat. Her fur is a mix of white and black, but she has a white marking shaped like a heart on her chest. Her eyes are a deep Amber color, and her tail, despite her fur being short, is moderately fluffy. Her nose is a light pink with little black spots. Personality: Whiteheart is a brave, headstrong person. She dives into danger without thinking of the consequences, and unfortunately does that with her words as well. Sometimes she says regrettable things. However, she is a kind person. Whiteheart does her best to be nice to people, although she's not very good at cheering people up. Gender: She-cat. Age: 28 Moons. Rank: Moor runner. Crush: She has an interest in Ashstar, for his brave leadership. She likes to be around him, and hopes he might notice her feelings. Mate: None ATM. Family: Whiteheart's parents and brother are deceased. History: Her history was a normal one, until her parents both got a horrid case of greencough one harsh winter. Her brother died when she was very young, in fact, he died as a newborn. Additional Information: Ah.. no?
Ashstar hissed, slashing at the dog as it tried to crush Rabbitleg. Mosspaw was hurt, too, but he hoped that the medicine cats would take care of her. He noticed Mistfang dart towards the dog, swiping her claws across its nose. The two siblings fell into place besides each other as the dog growled, blood dripping from its face. "It's backing away!" he yowled. "Let's drive it out!" After ordering that, he glanced at Rabbitleg, hoping that the tom was alright.
~~ Kat ~~ 25 ~~ Discord: Kat#5036 <> Instagram: ciitrinee
Post by ★Echobrook the Reindeer★ on Jun 8, 2015 14:56:55 GMT -5
"I'm fine." Rabbitleg panted. Obviously he was not, as he flung himself into batle. He was stained with blood- mostly the dogs, but his blood dripped onto the ground with every movement, his muscles screaming for he to stop everytime he did as much as lift a paw.
[Scarknee used to be a warrior, like you...-Falcon_star]
Post by Cloverheart ✿ on Jun 8, 2015 19:31:59 GMT -5
((Mlg Whiteheart appears out of nowhere))
Whiteheart growled, racing towards the dog's tail. She latched onto the matted fur and kicked, sending the dog running. She let go, skidding across the camp floor. Stumbling to her feet, she raced back to the Warriors. "Is everyone alright?" She asked, narrowing her eyes. Poor Mosspaw. She hoped the little apprentice would survive. She winced as she saw the bloody, disembodied leg.