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Originally Posted by Daragca

Owlthroat
he/him | Shadowclan Warrior | 40 moons
Killer Aptitude T3 - Just A Scratch - Silver Tongue T2
The Dancing Bird

Thankfully Newtbelly had seized the rat in his claws firmly and dispatched of their new friend. The blood, now that he could smell, a delicious bite. It was big enough to share that was for certain, perhaps after a restock on energy they’d find a couple more to bring home.

He began to shift his weight to make his way back over to Newtbelly, ”Yeah, let's eat then get back to it. There’s more here I’m sure of it.” His voice coming out gruff and disinterested as usual. Underpaw he felt movement, the kind that came from disturbing the ground. The tom had shifted the rocks and with that shifted part of the structure of crumbling rocks and timber. Owlthroat’s ear flickered in hesitation as he stopped and stood still; he didn't want to end up squished under something heavy. It wasn’t obvious how stable this thing was.

It creaked and heaved and squeaked.

Squeaked?

Behind him came a tidal wave of ornery grey monsters. Their little paws scrabbling and raging in a fierce fight to make their way to the nearest exit. Rats could be dangerous in big hordes, enough could easily swarm and bite a cat to death if they got overwhelmed. But he’d disturbed the nest, this was a chance to bag some on their exit, if he didn’t interrupt them too much they’d be more focused on getting out instead of getting him. They swarmed under his paws and belly, smelling plump and ever so delicious. He tried to brace his muscles as they rushed past. Extending a long jagged claw and hooking one, then another. This was easy picking. The way they flooded in panic.

Then came the rumble, not from the structure, or settling rocks, or from the little devils. But from somewhere within, something they’d been fleeing. His entire spine shivered, fur prickling up to twice its size and claws limply dangling rat guts.

A red monster is worse than a grey one. That was for sure.

A fox joined the party

The lithe creature burst its way forth after the rats, nimbly swerving a beam in a flash of glorious crimson. Anxiety that had swallowed him a moment earlier in regards to a collapsing building swelled into anticipation of glory. It was easy to see why he’d been labelled a madman, welcoming the sight of a fierce predator and a dash of glory and death. His masterpiece of a rotten mind revelled in sheer excitement to take on this hulking beast.

Owlthroat had never taken on a fox before, but he’d make sure it saw its last days here. Better him than some scraggly apprentice and weak nobody coming under the wrath of claws. ”NEWT! Time to prove your worth”, Owlthroat bellowed. His eyes locked grimly with the beast as it paused to await his move, a snarl locking both the fox’s lips and his own. Only if you looked close enough, his more in the category of maniacal grin.

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Newtbelly

he/him | Agatha Kitty, Shadow Fiend | 17 moons

header: @/daragca

Mmm, good job that Owlthroat agreed with his offer, he was starved. Yellow maw stretched out to take a bite of the thing, but then the crumbling began. Owlthroat was stood right near a structure - visions of digging through hefty stones soon plagued him, was Owlthroat about to get trapped under all that twoleg garbage. Momentarily the two of them were still, Newtbelly's head remaining just above his catch. He was sure they hadn't caused enough ruckus to disturb the building, was Owlthroat's muscular frame really that heavy? No.
Rats.

Dozens of them. That couldn't be right, they hadn't crawled into a nest, they'd attacked a stray adventurer. Someone else must be here - a helping hand? With that, they could catch a huge bundle for the clan. He bounced to his paws, exhilarated as he joined Owlthroat, attempting to grab as many as possible. However, his nimble paws didn't smash into the things quite as easily. Quickly, he grasped one in his jaws, shaking it. Great to know that he wouldn't do well in a rat attack... Actually, it was unlikely for the creatures to run towards them without putting up a fight, right? His stomach dropped. It looked like Owlthroat had turned his head too- - if the cards were in their favour, some other ShadowClanner would peek out from behind the walls.

Rat still in mouth, he stared with bated breath. It seemed the cards were entirely turned against them.
The wriggly orange thing came running. It was the first one he'd seen, but he knew it as soon as he saw it. A fox. It wasn't nearly as big as he'd imagined, but that didn't render it weak. It'd be nimble, it could match Newtbelly for speed, or worse, outdo him. No, time to prove himself, Owlthroat was right. The clans ruled this forest for a reason, foxes had been driven off many a time. Owlthroat's brute strength mixed with his stealth should be just enough to beat the thing down. Owlthroat was already staring at it, crazed eyes -was he about to launch straight at it? One well-placed bite and it'd be over, did he realise that? No, he couldn't think like that, Owlthroat moved differently. One well-placed hit from him, and the fox would be over. Newtbelly couldn't do the same. His mind whirred.

The fox had emerged from behind a structure, so if they could keep it's back to the wall, it'd have less space to roam, unable to apply its agile nature. Owlthroat already had the easiest exit covered, whether he knew it or not. So what could he do from here? Stealth was out of the question, the orange canid had fixed them both in its stare. He took a quick breath, before racing to the fox's right, pleaing that it wouldn't turn it's head, then he'd go for its ribs with a simple swipe - that way, it'll turn to him, directing its head away from the huge tom, which would just maybe leave its neck open to him [agatha kitty].

[Roll: D20 10+ = hit u know the drill lol]
[Rolled: 17 - AGAIN??]

A swift jump, and he was right next to it, claws raking along its side as he skidded to a halt. It wasn't the perfect hit, but it was pretty good by his standards - damage had been done. Much to his dismay, the fox's head barely turned, at least, not in the way he'd hoped. Its head swivelled between the two of them, but now it'd ducked down, neck guarded from mouth level.