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Originally Posted by Dust
[Open for a battle partner for poor Pebble]
Pebblepaw's ears roared with blood as the adrenaline pumped through his veins like mad. A fight? With coyotes? Battle-training? He had that! Was he meant to fight? He had to. This was for his clan... to help WindClan... to prove his worth! The apprentice hadn't even realized his paws were pounding against the earth until the yowls and barks of the coyotes rang out, followed by the cries and shrieks of his clan-mates. Even with his size and weight, it had been the fastest he'd gone in a long time!
Everything felt like it was in slow motion as he studied the chaos around him. Really, Pebblepaw was searching to see if he could find his mentors pelt in the crowd of cats. He swallowed hard. Mouth agape, Pebblepaw forced himself to continue forward, panting heavily. Stars, he was stressed. This was terrifying. Sure, the thought of going into battle made his belly tickle with pride and excitement but actually being here? The coyotes were huge.. their sharp and jowls slobbering with the sight of a mobilized feline feast.
As a large coyote backed it's way into Pebblepaw's path, the apprentice immediately went on the defensive. Firehawk's words screamed in his brain. Keeping his tail tucked underneath him, the apprentice let his back arch and fur rise along his spine as a guttural hiss left his throat. Swiping at the coyotes back legs, the dog was obviously surprised as it yelped and immediately turned to snap at Pebble. Letting out a yowl of surprise, Pebblepaw stumbled backwards, letting out a screech of a warning hiss. |
Fallenstorm ran with the the rest of her clanmates, finding herself in the midst of battle. She had fought rats and other cats, but never coyotes... She tried her best, though, looking for someone to help. She then noticed a apprentice, fighting a coyote all on his own!
Great Starclan, what is that apprentice thinking! She thought as she rushed towards the coyote, tackling it's side and biting with all her might. It let out yelps of pain, going in circles and aiming to bite her. She fell off, but not without scratching the mutt's muzzle as it went for her. She was dizzy, but kept scratching and kicking as the beast fell atop her, biting her tail of which she used to protect her neck from a killing bite.
"Aim for the head, Pebblepaw!" She yowled as the coyote aimed to end her life.