★ Loonfeather ★
It seemed that Falconfeather found more of the scent, since her tail went up and her voice lowered to a whisper. Loonfeather wasn’t sure how good a badger’s ears were, though he knew their eyes weren’t that good in the sunlight. Even still, they were a formidable foe, so he gave no arguments when the brown tabby lead them towards the border, the stench growing stronger with each pawstep they took. By the time they stumbled across the badger set, the smell was almost nauseating. There were plenty of Clans that insisted that ShadowClan smelled bad, but honestly badgers had to smell a million times worse.
He side-eyed the opening in the ground. No way was he going in there, either. That badger would claw his face straight off. His thoughts were swiftly interrupted though when the black and white striped head of the badger burst through a nearby bush. Fur spiking, he only acknowledged Falconfeather’s question with a nod as he glared at the beast before him.
“Will do!” he called to Elmshadow, darting the opposite way the moment the other warrior moved. He made it around the back of the badger as it was being distracted and leaped up onto the creature’s back, digging his claws in as deep as they would go. Elmshadow had irritated it, but Loonfeather had made it mad. It roared and tried to shake him off, but he clung to it with his claws.
So long as the badger doesn’t roll with me on top of it I’m okay, he thought.
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