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Regaining his breath the senior warrior watched his Clanmate fend of the dogs. Honestly he was impressed. She was good with dealing with them. She should've been in charge of some training session for dealing with these mutts. Foxheart thought bracing himself. Returning the nod, but if gratitude, the russet warrior waited as the two mangy dogs got excited and charged them. In a half crouch he waited counting the heart beats as they got closer. Jumping to the side of one of the dogs he slashed at its cheek. The dog recoiled by jerking its had at him snapping, just missing his own face. Leaping on to the foul creature Foxheart dug his claws into it's back, right behind the head so it couldn't reach him. Clinching tightly the tom risked a g glance over at Troutrunner. He couldn't see the molly from were he was dog to the jerking and bucking of the dog. The warrior hadn't fought many dogs in his day RiverClan didn't get many and he was born and raised their. Fox he's fought you get a patrol and just got to a st it out, but this was a hour of dogs, beats that were so stupid they couldn't get enough sense to run. She best be okay, I don't want to see that warrior hurt after what she helped with.
Troutrunner noticed Foxheart looking for her and staggered over, overhearing the cry of what she recognised as Skyclan's leader. She felt a surge of confidence. More cats. Her neck ached from her previous scuffle assisting Littlebud, but she had been somewhat stubbed by his attempt to hide her away. She was a senior warrior, a streetcat skilled in dog fights. Put her to a dog any day, and she'd be able to fight better than against a fox, or a badger, or anything of the sort.
Troutrunner growled in that haunting way only a cat can. She went low, waiting by the dog as it spun and twisted, snapping at Foxheart, who clung stubbornly to its rugged spine. Bunching up her muscles, she jumped and fastened once more onto one of its spindly limbs, this time lower on its right hind, in an attempt to get the canine onto the ground. All danger with dogs came from the mouth, and after suffering sufficient damage to the skin and fur on the back of her neck in her previous scuffle only moments ago, she was careful to avoid it's swinging jaws, and her head spun dizzily, but she was not about to give up.