Chickadeeswivel yowled, dashing between an onslaught of twolegs as she frantically looked for an escape. Noises from cats and twolegs alike clouded her senses, and she was strapped with nowhere to go.
Rabbitleap step forward then back.
"I'll go behind the retreating group in case." He said to twightstar shuffling his paws. Yay. Now he had to leave. Damn twolegs.
Fernpool)
"I'll stay" *Scratches the twoleg with Twilightstar.*
"I'll go find another." she says before leaping off at another twoleg.
Fallensky's ears perked at her leader's command. Fall back? They couldn't do that! These twolegs were on WindClan territory. Not the other way around. Fleetpaw... She hesitated, touching her nose to his ear. We should fight back! She urged, her eyes filled with worry and protest. She unsheathed her claws, preparing herself for anything that might come hurdling at her.
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What? Wait…no! Fleetpaw’s jaw dropped as he watched Fallensky take a fighting ready position. His felt a tightness in his chest…he knew that was wrong. The skinny tom looked around, there a good number of warriors distracting the Twolegs. We should use this chance to retreat! Fleetpaw turned, nudging Fallensky’s shoulder with his head again. “F-Fallensky…p-please…” Fleetpaw paused to take a deep breath. He didn’t have time to stutter right now.
“We have to go now.”
Whoa.
Fleetpaw blinked in surprise. No stutter. His voice wavered but…no stutter. Good! Keep it going! “The others are fighting…s-so the rest of us…can retreat.” His eyes were wide, pleasing and fearful. But also determined. He was silently wiling Fallensky to understand. But a sudden thump caught his attention. Fleetpaw’s keen ears swiveled back and his head snapped sharply in the direction of the sound, pinpointing the source trajectory in horror.
One of the Twolegs had thrown a rock, and it missed its assumed target Heathernose only to impact a tree…and was now hurtling towards them. It felt like time slowed to a near stop and was moving super fast all at the same time. Without thinking, without realizing what his paws were doing, Fleetpaw shoved Fallensky out of the way of the rock. His only thoughts trained on protecting her. He let out a yelp when the rock grazed past his flank, cutting his skin before hitting the snow. Time resumed its regular speed. Fleetpaw’s gaze flickered to his flank quickly to assess the damage, and he tested his hind leg. It was still bearing his weight - granted not much on an accomplishment given how skinny he was but that was not the point - and though the scratch was bleeding it looked worse than it felt.
Just a scratch, good. He was relieved it was him and not Fallensky. Fallensky! Renewed panic surged through his chest and gripped his heart like claws as he turned to her, pressing his nose to her head. “A-Are you…u-unharmed?” He asked, gaze widened. Pleading with her silently. Please…can we go now? It wasn’t safe here. Fleetpaw, still standing protectively between the Twolegs and Fallensky, hoped she would listen to reason. They weren’t going to win a fight with Twolegs, the best chance they had was to flee while they still had relative control over the situation and before any serious wounds were sustained.
"Thanks!" Nectarpaw shrunk away from the negative energy directed towards him from the apprentice. Was he interrupting something? If he was, Vinesmoke would of said something right? The ginger tabby tom shook his head. He needs to focus on attacking the sticks right now, he can worry about this later.
He first went to tear the sticks out of the ground with his teeth but they were firmly stuck in place to his dismay. Nectarpaw noticed the two digging the pegs out so he did the same and it worked thankfully. He was only able to dig out two of them before Twilightstar's call rang out. He practically jumped in the air when he noticed the yowling twolegs making their way towards the clan. Oh man.. Oh man this was a bad idea!! He let out a warning caterwaul before pelting back towards camp.
The warrior kept drawing his claws into the bark and let out a sharp yowl of pain. He glanced at the torn claw from his paw and hissed. "Damn twoleg wood." he growled. Speaking of the twolegs, they were here. His fur spiked up and he turned to face the twoleg's. After Birchfawn fleed, the warrior jumped at the pale beast, biting down at their hands before getting flung towards the ground. He rolled back onto his paws and yelled to the two. "Just go, I'll help hold them off." Falconbeak said with gritted teeth before jumping at the twoleg once more. He wasn't going to let a lost claw deter him.
Falconbeak has left claw marks on the barn frame. He has a torn claw. He is fighting a twoleg.
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Name: Falconbeak
Gender & Pronouns: Tom (He/him)
Rank: Warrior
Injury Overview: Torn claw on left paw
Live/Die/Desired Outcome: Live
Other: N/A
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Heathernose turned to Lightnight as he approached, gaze flickering to Fernpaw briefly before returning to his. "I've not idea what this contraption is..." She admitted, unsheathing her claws. Heathernose glanced at Light as he mentioned another brother, but the sadness in his gaze showed her that he didn't want to talk about it. So she decided to let it be. "Whatever it is, we're here to destroy it as much as possible." She mewed, looking at Lightnight with a grin. "Let's do this then." She flicked his ear with her tail-tip playfully. Hoping to bring his attention back to this and out of whatever thoughts were troubling him.
She tried striking it with her claws, but the damage was minimal to the box compared to what was done to her claws. Heathernose hissed in surprise and pain as she pulled back her claws. Damn thing broke a claw! It was much sturdier than she would have thought. She sniffed around the box, finding the weird...claw thing that was in the tree holding it place. Heathernose wrapped her teeth on it, tugging hard as she tried to remove it from the tree. Her paw bleeding where her claw broke, putting weight down was painful, though she wouldn't describe it as agony. Nothing compared to kitting. But because of the pain, she wasn't able to pull very hard. And she was reluctant to use her claws on the tree bark.
As Lightnight and her worked on this box, Towlegs started howling. The wiry feline turned sharply, surprised when Lightnight stepped in front of her. But her ears flattened, she knew that he meant well, but she was perfectly capable of fighting too. She did not run back to camp, and her eyes narrowed in defiance. A guttural sound escaped her when a Twoleg threatened Lightnight and her son, and she launched herself forward. Hissing and lashing out with her good claw before leaping back and out of range. She at the Twoleg as it continued its approach, this time throwing a rock at them. A white-tipped ear swiveling as she heard Lightnight's words. But now was...not the time. She couldn't become distracted now. "Go back with the other apprentices." She meowed to Fernpaw, eyes narrowed. She was not leaving this up to debate.
Though her mission to mess with this box was sullied, she had ample opportunity to still help her clan make it back safely. With a fierce yowl, she pelted at the Twoleg, the rock sailing over her head and hitting a tree. She was thankful for the snow for once, the cold beneath her paws helped to numb some of the pain in her paw, though the bloodied prints were hard to miss. Heathernose altered her pace, weaving between their legs and lashing out with her good claw at the weird foot on the Twoleg. It didn't bleed when cut, but she seemed to have the Twoleg's attention, quickly leaping backwards to dodge the lumbering and clumsy but large paw of the Twoleg. Heathernose hissed and lashing out with her good claw again at the Twoleg's paw, ears flattened against her head threateningly.
Heathernose is fighting a Twoleg.
Fleetpaw's ears perked up when he started to hear the Twolegs unmistakable shouting. "T-Twilightstar!" He called to his leader, starting towards her, but of course she noticed as well. Fleetpaw turned to Fallensky, eyes widened with terror. Twolegs were a threat he wasn't confident he could protect her from. W-W-W-We m-must fall b-back!" He stuttered, nudging Fallensky back by butting his head against her side gently, trying to usher her back to the safety of the camp. He wanted to help distract the Twolegs...but he could see what other warriors were assisting as well. And they would be much better suited to that than he would. I damaged this Twoleg thing successfully, now we need to get back alive.
Lightnight clearly didn't even think of stopping Heathernose. His head wound tinging as small bit of blood fell down his face. He saw Heathernoses claw and gently looked at her. "Sorry for pushing you away. I was just suprised and yknow... it's kinda habit" Lightnight meowed apologetically. He still felt Fernpaw clinging to him. Fernpaw had disobeyed his mother a bit by waiting. But alas in good terms met up safely with Lightnight and his mother.
Fernpaw saw his mom and gently looked at her. "Mom?" He mewed. Looking at her paw. His tone was scared and small like he was a kit all over again. "Mama....your hurt" he mewed. His gaze worried and soft. "But... mom I saw you leap out! That was so cool! And the way Lightnight didn't even flinch when he got hit with the stick thing. You both were amazing!!" Fernpaw exclaimed. Seeing Lightnight humbly shaking his head no. "Your mother's the real hero kid. She'll always be there for you." Lightnight purred. Seeing Fernpaws expression he mewed. "Hawkpaw and Softpaw weren't in the battle. Dont worry"
Fernpaw became relieved as he heard the words. Sitting down Fernpaw huffed. "We've gotta work on my stamina" he murmured. Causing Lightnight to laugh softly. "I'll help you kid don't worry. Let's just take a day or twos rest"
Lightnight then turned to Heathernose whom he'd sat beside. "You ok? Sorry it was all hasty.... but your paws ok...right? " Lightnight meowed. His gaze affectionate and concerned as he'd noticed the injured claw
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Alright, now that the boxes were scrapped, he can finally focus on the rest of the twoleg objects, which are… too much to handle at once, obviously. But his presence for this event wasn’t that much in vain, since he developed a valuable improvement for the group of cats – even though he only knocked out the tarp-wrapped boxes.
Content sparks from his eyes as he looked down to the demolished waste of tarp.
He should probably benefit his clan a bit more.
It only takes a few seconds until he stood up and glances around the environment in search for other intact twoleg objects. Until he see’s a black box, hanged up onto the wooden poles. It’s too difficult to observe from afar, so he squinted his eyes and pads even closer. He shifts his gait into a slight semi-crouch, as the straws camouflages his visibility, making him barely visible like a brighter shadow itself. He sneaks even closer and closer, and the black box approaches even more and more… Until his visibility is regained from the straw’s shadows, and now his eyes are only a few inches away from the camera. He’s too preoccupied from the box’s translucent lense, as if he’s in some kind of trance, until he snaps back to reality as he heard a snap from the camera. It’s…. alive? Wait, that’s not possible…
Eyes bulged with shock, and the back of his fur pointed upwards. Still, he couldn’t get away from the obscure eye from the black box. A bit of sweat ascends from his skin, which are luckily coated below his white fur, but not on his face. He can already sense something. Something… threatening. He’s about to perceive it. It might be probably his instincts, since he’s always a scatterbrained embodiment of anxiety. But that one’s different. Way too different from what he’s supposed to be used to. Should he inform that about the leader? No, That would’ve been too uncertain. Or maybe it is? His thoughts dashes around his head, however, he couldn’t find the answer. No matter the effort, he just couldn’t find it. But the only result he could think of is clear:
Something’s not right.
He heard the snarl of the monster, the unfamiliar barking from the twolegs. He should’ve run, he should’ve fled, but his gaze is still fixated onto the camera lense. Something calls him, maybe it’s just part of his imagination? No, he couldn’t just stand there and let it be. He’s in danger, his clan is in danger. He intensely pressed his eyelids shut, and ran away, with the other cats, from the twolegs. He’s too overwhelmed to keep the balance as he scampers away, and couldn’t stop but think about the stupidest thing he recently did. Oh, well, hopefully noone witnessed this. He tilted his head back to take a final glance to the camera, until he was stressfully, but successfully fled to the camp.
Wispshard escaped from the twolegs!
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Fallensky's ears perked at her leader's command. Fall back? They couldn't do that! These twolegs were on WindClan territory. Not the other way around. Fleetpaw... She hesitated, touching her nose to his ear. We should fight back! She urged, her eyes filled with worry and protest. She unsheathed her claws, preparing herself for anything that might come hurdling at her.
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What? Wait…no! Fleetpaw’s jaw dropped as he watched Fallensky take a fighting ready position. His felt a tightness in his chest…he knew that was wrong. The skinny tom looked around, there a good number of warriors distracting the Twolegs. We should use this chance to retreat! Fleetpaw turned, nudging Fallensky’s shoulder with his head again. “F-Fallensky…p-please…” Fleetpaw paused to take a deep breath. He didn’t have time to stutter right now.
“We have to go now.”
Whoa.
Fleetpaw blinked in surprise. No stutter. His voice wavered but…no stutter. Good! Keep it going! “The others are fighting…s-so the rest of us…can retreat.” His eyes were wide, pleasing and fearful. But also determined. He was silently wiling Fallensky to understand. But a sudden thump caught his attention. Fleetpaw’s keen ears swiveled back and his head snapped sharply in the direction of the sound, pinpointing the source trajectory in horror.
One of the Twolegs had thrown a rock, and it missed its assumed target Heathernose only to impact a tree…and was now hurtling towards them. It felt like time slowed to a near stop and was moving super fast all at the same time. Without thinking, without realizing what his paws were doing, Fleetpaw shoved Fallensky out of the way of the rock. His only thoughts trained on protecting her. He let out a yelp when the rock grazed past his flank, cutting his skin before hitting the snow. Time resumed its regular speed. Fleetpaw’s gaze flickered to his flank quickly to assess the damage, and he tested his hind leg. It was still bearing his weight - granted not much on an accomplishment given how skinny he was but that was not the point - and though the scratch was bleeding it looked worse than it felt.
Just a scratch, good. He was relieved it was him and not Fallensky. Fallensky! Renewed panic surged through his chest and gripped his heart like claws as he turned to her, pressing his nose to her head. “A-Are you…u-unharmed?” He asked, gaze widened. Pleading with her silently. Please…can we go now? It wasn’t safe here. Fleetpaw, still standing protectively between the Twolegs and Fallensky, hoped she would listen to reason. They weren’t going to win a fight with Twolegs, the best chance they had was to flee while they still had relative control over the situation and before any serious wounds were sustained.
Hawkfur
WindClan Fury
he/him | 59 moons
[Russet tabby with tuxedo markings and sky-blue eyes] Purrks: Flock Together T3, Killer Aptitude T1
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Hawkfur crowed when the tarp was shredded and began flapping in the wind, revealing the mounds of strange, long and bulky items that smelled vaguely of wood and something foreign. Hawkfur turned to set his destruction on something else, but instead he saw the giant forms of Twolegs bumbling towards them, waving their hands and shouting. Fear sluiced down the Fury's spine, and for a moment, he was frozen.
He had never faced a Twoleg before. They were... much bigger in person.
Twilightstar called a retreat, and Hawkfur shook his fear away. He was more than his fear. He was a Fury, and his job was to protect the clan. Summoning all his courage, the russet tom surged forward, aiming to help Twilightstar run interference while the rest of the clan escaped. But just before he reached them he heard an apprentice cry out, and he whirled to see Fleetpaw and Fallensky crouching together in the moors. Veering off, Hawkfur planted himself between the pair and the Twolegs. "Let's GO." He barked, almost impressed with how cool and resolute he sounded. "Hurry! Don't waste this opportunity." Twilightstar and the others could only hold out for so long.
Fallensky's heart leaped, and she watched in horror as the rock came flying at her. She felt herself lifting off the ground, tumbling down next to Fleetpaw. T-thanks. She murmured, helping him out. As Hawkfur let out a warning yowl, she turned to the tom and nodded. Fine... We're coming. She gave Fleetpaw's ear a lick before nudging him forward.
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Branchfur was about to start targeting another one of those boxes before the twolegs appeared. She stared for a moment before realizing Sixfoot had ran off to help fend them off. Mustering up the will Branchfur started running at the nearest twoleg before leaping off the ground and scratching at their torso, though she doubted it got through their hide.
@Cloverspring [I think I got at least one name wrong, it’s rushed] Branchfur is defending the fleeing cats! Though she won’t be very effective at it.
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