[Abyssopelagic]

 

Originally Posted by gs29513

Haha, take THAT Riverclan slug! Curlyeye was quite satisfied to see his opponent sufficiently fooled by his feint, but his satisfaction turned to just a little bit of panic when said Riverclan slug smacked the full force of their muscly body into him, knocking him rather unceremoniously aside. He was on his back like an overturned turtle, his momentum turning from a blessing to a curse in a matter of seconds. Before he could scoot away a paw came down on his stomach. Hard.

Fortunately said paw lacked claws, his internal organs would have been in real trouble had it possessed them, but even do his breath was driven explosively outwards. This necessitated a good old wind-sucking, and while he managed to stave off complete, panic aided asphyxiation with a massive inhale, he couldn’t do much other than flail all of his paws around, claws very much unsheathed, in the hopes that his opponent would be somewhat deterred from striking his soft belly whilst he recovered to the point where he could retake his feet. He might need to rethink this ‘getting close’ strategy.

】【Sedgestorm: The Moon, Reversed
RiverClan, he/him】【

Claws bit into the soft flesh of his face, his neck, and further scratched into his chest, all little more than kitten scratches due to Curlyeye's sheer panicked flailings. The real damage was done to the back of his leg holding the moor runner down, each kick drawing scouring claws into his calf and thigh.
The hind leg that wasn't holding the warrior down by the belly tried to stomp on one of the flailing hind limbs while he positioned a heavy paw to the downed warriors chest, and the other by Curlyeye's throat. The only paw that would try sinking claws into his flesh the paw on his chest.
Regardless of how well he had the warrior pinned, he leaned closer, a murderous rage in his eyes.
"I'll let you up without a fuss if you promise to high tail yourself back to your moor."
Not that he could really double check as much unless this warrior was dumb enough to let himself be caught by him again. Then he'd just have to throw any idea of mercy out the window.
He didn't want to kill anyone right now. He just wanted his Clan to be left the hell alone so they could rest.
And they couldn't when every other Clan bumbled their way over for the sole purpose of trying to make their day worse.