Post by Mal on Jul 29, 2018 19:51:27 GMT
Hawkthorn
Willowclan || Male || Warrior
Hawkthorn's mind was screaming louder now. His patrol was collapsing around him, one by one. Soon enough there wouldn't be enough cats to distract the vixen. It's not like the tactic was necessarily working, but it had prevented Hawkthorn from suffering too serious an injury up until this point. Now it looked like he was going to have to be a hero.
Don't die. Won't die. This beast is nothing. I will make it yield.
Flowerpaw laid motionless. Wolfjaw was mercilessly torn into, more blood painting the ground, and now Redwater had landed hard and did not move again. It was him, Mothshine, and Shadestone. Although he truly was not sure how much longer the other tom could last. Are we going to have to retreat? The grim question made him angry. He hated when things got the better of him. He didn't give two damns about his clan mates lives, but he would pretend to grieve later. Now this was personal. Him and this vixen. He had dominated a fox before, he would do so again.
With a large suck in of air, Hawkthorn ran towards the vixen, large paws thundering on the ground. He was tired, but the large wound on his left was now clotted. This would be his move. He would take the fox down. Leaping into her side, Hawkthorn aimed to grip the vixen on the side of her throat. Not only was that where a nice, juicy artery could be found, but the vixen would not be able to turn her head to bite him if he managed to grab on. He hoped that if he was successful, the other two warriors would come in and finish the job.
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Don't die. Won't die. This beast is nothing. I will make it yield.
Flowerpaw laid motionless. Wolfjaw was mercilessly torn into, more blood painting the ground, and now Redwater had landed hard and did not move again. It was him, Mothshine, and Shadestone. Although he truly was not sure how much longer the other tom could last. Are we going to have to retreat? The grim question made him angry. He hated when things got the better of him. He didn't give two damns about his clan mates lives, but he would pretend to grieve later. Now this was personal. Him and this vixen. He had dominated a fox before, he would do so again.
With a large suck in of air, Hawkthorn ran towards the vixen, large paws thundering on the ground. He was tired, but the large wound on his left was now clotted. This would be his move. He would take the fox down. Leaping into her side, Hawkthorn aimed to grip the vixen on the side of her throat. Not only was that where a nice, juicy artery could be found, but the vixen would not be able to turn her head to bite him if he managed to grab on. He hoped that if he was successful, the other two warriors would come in and finish the job.
UAwQkoJq