[wren]

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The she cat was wheezing, the pain in her ribs drawing her to the side of the battlefield to gather herself. Duckpuddle had been thrown into the air and pinned up against a tree basically fighting for her life, blood dropped from her nostrils and a nasty gash to her hip not to mention the searing pain in her ribs. She hung her head as her breath got back to her, crouched between the thicket yellow eyes wide and frantic with all the dogs racing around the clearing.

She heard the screeching of cats and dogs alike and managed to drag herself to her paws, shaky but sturdy enough to continue. ‘ ‘ come on- just a little longer duck.. it’ll be over soon ‘ ‘ shaking her head sending droplets of her own blood pattering against the damp earth she stalked back into the open.