Post by trevni on Apr 28, 2018 20:02:14 GMT
all these practiced poses
i could wreck it if i had to
but i'm the wreck
so what would that do?
i could wreck it if i had to
but i'm the wreck
so what would that do?
The gush of blood splattered his paws; for a heartbeat, his chest heaved, sick with the damage he had caused.
He pushed it away.
Still the monster lunged for another Clanmate – Redwater, who was already critically injured from the looks of his face. The resounding ‘crack!’ that came as the fox’s paw connected against the warrior’s jaw chilled Wolfjaw back to unpleasant reality, reminded him of the weight of the blood coating his paws and his face.
The battle was far from over, even as the male fox stumbled and crumpled into a pool of his own blood.
Tearing his gaze from the seemingly-defeated fox, his gaze fell briefly upon Flowerpaw, stomach churning as he saw the unnatural stillness in her frame, her crumpled form so much an echo of the fallen fox’s that he automatically assumed the worst.
A quiet prayer was whispered to Starclan.
Snarls and yowls drew him back to the still-going fight, and Wolfjaw bristled when he saw that most of the blood upon the vixen was not her own. His Clanmates were trying their hardest, but their newer foe was even craftier and quicker than the original fox, and with Flowerpaw down and the patrol injured, they were at a clear disadvantage.
Please, give me strength.
Blood-heavied paws pushed into action as the tom uttered a surprisingly-fierce screech, massive form surging towards the still-standing female. Bunching all his energy into his legs, he sprang into the air, trying to get the height to land upon the female’s spine.
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His energy and adrenaline carried him too far; frustrated, he landed on the female's opposite side, stumbling a bit in his haste to turn and face his new opponent once more.
He pushed it away.
Still the monster lunged for another Clanmate – Redwater, who was already critically injured from the looks of his face. The resounding ‘crack!’ that came as the fox’s paw connected against the warrior’s jaw chilled Wolfjaw back to unpleasant reality, reminded him of the weight of the blood coating his paws and his face.
The battle was far from over, even as the male fox stumbled and crumpled into a pool of his own blood.
Tearing his gaze from the seemingly-defeated fox, his gaze fell briefly upon Flowerpaw, stomach churning as he saw the unnatural stillness in her frame, her crumpled form so much an echo of the fallen fox’s that he automatically assumed the worst.
A quiet prayer was whispered to Starclan.
Snarls and yowls drew him back to the still-going fight, and Wolfjaw bristled when he saw that most of the blood upon the vixen was not her own. His Clanmates were trying their hardest, but their newer foe was even craftier and quicker than the original fox, and with Flowerpaw down and the patrol injured, they were at a clear disadvantage.
Please, give me strength.
Blood-heavied paws pushed into action as the tom uttered a surprisingly-fierce screech, massive form surging towards the still-standing female. Bunching all his energy into his legs, he sprang into the air, trying to get the height to land upon the female’s spine.
HMZ1ikCP
His energy and adrenaline carried him too far; frustrated, he landed on the female's opposite side, stumbling a bit in his haste to turn and face his new opponent once more.
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