art by @/snowflake. Ravenfire-She/Her
14 Moons PURRKS
Dreamwalker-Inactive
Shadow Fiend-Inactive
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Her claws and teeth barely did anything to the otter.
She's not even sure if blood had been drawn at all.
She quickly got back onto the ground when it turned its attention to her.
Flintclaw leaped at the otter's side.
Wait a second.
Right before Flintclaw said it, Ravenfire noticed Sunstreak's absence.
And then, as the other warrior started to speak, he got hit by the otter's tail as it faced her again.
It's got it's attention on her again, though, so she needs to- "RAVEN , FLINT."
Ravenfire's head swerved at Spiderthroat's voice.
Another otter, heading their way.
In her distraction, the younger otter had managed to get at her, catching one of her eyes.
She backed off for just a second, trying to process quickly as the other otter came at them.
Suddenly, Sunstreak was there.
Making some excuse. "Liar." Was all Ravenfire managed to mutter out before the other otter was on them.
She has a blind spot now, and needs to avoid a single otter getting on it, but now there's two.
FLINTCLAW
Thunderclan warrior | 22 moons | Massive dark tabby tom with pale blue eyes and a thick scar across his chest. Killer Aptitude T1 | Jus̴̢͉̯̙̼̹͖͕̀͐̆̾́ͅţ̴̻͉̪̮̫̀ ̢̹̹̰̪̥̼̝͜ a sc̵̺̬̲̯̫̝͕͚̜̉̈́̈̀̿̓͘͠ratc̴͌̾̅ ̳͓͖͍̝̤̟̂̈́̏͐̀̿͗̈́̎̕h
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Flintclaw managed to land on the nasty otter's back, but it was slick and hard to hold onto. It was all he could do to just hang on and irritate it, maybe enough to keep it from swiping at Ravenfire once more. It wasn't effective, but what distracted him enough to get him thrown back off was a screech. His eyes widened as he watched his leader, bumblestar, get dragged into the water.
"No!"
Flintclaw managed to hit the ground on his paws as the otter whipped around to go at... Sunstreak? That cowardly... slow... mousebrained... weak...
Orders? ORDERS??? Flintclaw snarled. "BARK ANOTHER ORDER AT ME AND I'LL THROW YOU, LIAR!" He roared, seeing so much red at this point that he couldn't give a damn about this tom's sob story. He was late, and he wanted to try to act like they hadn't needed him here!? He knew for a fact that Bumblestar hadn't said anything about saying goodbye to anyone. That was a choice he had made. Oh, now his claws needed to feel something.
Time to turn that rage into something useful.
Spiderthroat's call caught his attention. The tom snarled and he darted passed Ravenfire and Sunstreak. They would have to handle the smaller one. He knew he probably had no chance at beating this... thing... on his own... But he wasn't going to let it gang up on him and Ravenfire. Hopefully, stars willing, Sunstreak could hold his own with Ravenfire now that he decided to show up.
The otter was ready, but Flintclaw was angry. This was the thing that pulled Bumblestar into the water. With a screech, the half-mainecoon ran at it's face, claws out and aiming for the beast's face. An eye. An eye! The otter stopped chittering long enough to squeal in pain as the large tabby stole the vision from it's left eye.
It wasn't good enough.
Jaws clamped around Flintclaw's left foreleg as he went in for the other eye, claws raking his other shoulder. He snarled with pain and dug the claws of his right paw into it's furry face, biting its nose, kicking its neck and chest as his fur and blood began to fly. He was heavy and struggling, but the otter was still pulling him closer to the water.
FLINTCLAW
Thunderclan warrior | 22 moons | Massive dark tabby tom with pale blue eyes and a thick scar across his chest. Killer Aptitude T1 | Jus̴̢͉̯̙̼̹͖͕̀͐̆̾́ͅţ̴̻͉̪̮̫̀ ̢̹̹̰̪̥̼̝͜ a sc̵̺̬̲̯̫̝͕͚̜̉̈́̈̀̿̓͘͠ratc̴͌̾̅ ̳͓͖͍̝̤̟̂̈́̏͐̀̿͗̈́̎̕h
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Flintclaw managed to land on the nasty otter's back, but it was slick and hard to hold onto. It was all he could do to just hang on and irritate it, maybe enough to keep it from swiping at Ravenfire once more. It wasn't effective, but what distracted him enough to get him thrown back off was a screech. His eyes widened as he watched his leader, bumblestar, get dragged into the water.
"No!"
Flintclaw managed to hit the ground on his paws as the otter whipped around to go at... Sunstreak? That cowardly... slow... mousebrained... weak...
Orders? ORDERS??? Flintclaw snarled. "BARK ANOTHER ORDER AT ME AND I'LL THROW YOU, LIAR!" He roared, seeing so much red at this point that he couldn't give a damn about this tom's sob story. He was late, and he wanted to try to act like they hadn't needed him here!? He knew for a fact that Bumblestar hadn't said anything about saying goodbye to anyone. That was a choice he had made. Oh, now his claws needed to feel something.
Time to turn that rage into something useful.
Spiderthroat's call caught his attention. The tom snarled and he darted passed Ravenfire and Sunstreak. They would have to handle the smaller one. He knew he probably had no chance at beating this... thing... on his own... But he wasn't going to let it gang up on him and Ravenfire. Hopefully, stars willing, Sunstreak could hold his own with Ravenfire now that he decided to show up.
The otter was ready, but Flintclaw was angry. This was the thing that pulled Bumblestar into the water. With a screech, the half-mainecoon ran at it's face, claws out and aiming for the beast's face. An eye. An eye! The otter stopped chittering long enough to squeal in pain as the large tabby stole the vision from it's left eye.
It wasn't good enough.
Jaws clamped around Flintclaw's left foreleg as he went in for the other eye, claws raking his other shoulder. He snarled with pain and dug the claws of his right paw into it's furry face, biting its nose, kicking its neck and chest as his fur and blood began to fly. He was heavy and struggling, but the otter was still pulling him closer to the water.
Sunstreak saw Flintclaw abould to drown, and had the intrusive thought to let him, but thought better of it.
"RAVENFIRE HELP HIM!" He yelled to the she, attacking the otters from the other side, getting their attention. "Well, goodbye life." He said scratching at the otters, slowly diverting them from Ravenfire. He stood his ground, making sure that they couldn't go to Ravenfire, or Bumblestar. He didn't care if they hated him till he was dead. He just hoped they saved Bumblestar.
@Idiotic.Bean101 (Raven now can go save Flintclaw, or something, but now the otters have full attention on him)
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art by @/snowflake. Ravenfire-She/Her
14 Moons PURRKS
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Ravenfire looked back and forth between Sunstreak and Flintclaw.
A little difficult, with one useful eye.
Bigger, scarred otter on Flintclaw, dragging him into the water.
Younger otter on Sunstreak.
He had told her to go after Flintclaw.
But she is not a swimmer, what use is she if she gets dragged in too?
They don't meed even more cats flailing around in there.
Hopefully, Flintclaw will manage.
Because the sun-rusted cat hops onto the back of the one attacking Sunstreak.
It already got her eye, which let's just say she doesn't think she'll be seeing out of it again, so maybe she can get it back somehow.
[Roll=17]
She managed to rake her claws down the otter kit's back, which causes it to screech, distracting it from Sunstreak for now.
Tigerpelt let out a low hiss as he clawed at the otter's tail. He pushed his claws deeper into the otter. Damn, this thing was tough! He snapped his jaws around it's tail. biting into it deep, the taste of it's blood, filled his mouth and he began jerking his head back and forth, hoping to tear a chunk of skin.
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Sunstreak saw an opening and took it, running over to a cobweb, and throwing it on his tail to minimize bleeding. He felt proud, as his nephew had told him this, but raced back to Ravenfire. The otter had a few scratches as well, so he targeted those, making them very deep, and causing the otter to bleed. His cobwebs on his tail were now soaked in what was either his blood, or the otter’s. He was starting to get lightheaded, and the world was getting dizzy. He thought he saw the thing shudder before everything started spinning. He tossed a few hits at the otter, one of them hitting a crucial spot, as the otter growled and turned around, shuddering with pain. He felt a whoosh of air and knew that the otter was swinging its tail at them. At ravenfire. Ravenfire wasn’t that hurt yet, but he was. He felt the whoosh come closer, then barreled into Ravenfire, taking the impact of the otter’s tail, and a few deep scratches, coming from Ravenfire, that were ment for the Otter. He gave her a small smile, and the world slowly faded to black.
@Idiotic.Bean101 he’s not dead, just unconscious due to blood loss, plus shock from the impact of the tail. Also, feel free to finish off the otter and kill it.
Dragonflycliff
(Image by Dolomedes)
female - she/her - 46 moons - thunderclan warrior -
"You're not alone. I'm here, with you."
- @vellichor -
Dragonflycliff may have just underestimated the size of these things because they were so far away. Maybe her eyesight was bad in her eye. Who knew. She didn't. Maybe her roleplayer did and they were making up excuses for not knowing the size of an otter. Dragonflycliff shrugged it off, now knowing that the otter was definitely big. She could see it suddenly slam Violetfreckle away, and she watched it cautiously. She had no idea what to do, this weird creature not being something she'd fought before. Dragonflycliff was trying to be calm. But she said... No. She had to try to kill this thing, even at the cost of her life. That was her duty as a LOYAL clanmate. Not... like those two. She ignored the thoughts again and set her mind on the otter thing. So whatever it was it was very very strong. It was smaller than her and Violetfreckle, but they were just bigger than most cats. So. Who could say.
She stopped caring because suddenly it was giggling? Sort of? Weird squeaky sound that was so confusing. Watch out for the. Hm. Probably the otter.
"Over here, mousebrain." she meowed tauntingly, trying to dance around like Violetfreckle did. Dragonflycliff was trying her best not to look at Violetfreckle because if she did the otter would probably go for her. And she didn't want Violetfreckle dead, for the sake of several cats. Including Violetfreckle. The fact the otter could launch them was scary. The sound was weird and it was confusing. It was LIKE laughter. But.. what... the sound was so so odd... Did it find it funny? She unsheathed her claws and slashed at her opponent. But the skin was so thick.
She was extremely glad Dragonflycliff had successfully gotten the otter's attention, because it seemed she needed a little more than just a moment. She stood up – or, more accurately, she attempted to stand up, but ended up falling over once again as a pain and strange numbless shot up her back leg. She collapsed and let out a cough, leaving the smallest hint of red on the grassy-sandy shore. She didn't notice. She had to get up.
With a deep snarl and a yowl of effort and anger that made the otter's head whip around, Violetfreckle forced herself up and launched herself at the creature. Every pawstep hurt but that didn't matter right now. She made it to about where Dragonflycliff was and went to use her momentum to knock it aside. And... she knocked into it, it skidded the slightest bit, but it left the tabby winded and vulnerable. A mistake.
Once again chittering with what Violetfreckle could only describe as murderous glee, she watched as the otter effortlessly returned to its pre-shoved position and pounced at her face. She managed to drop to the ground and cover the most vulnerable parts with her paws – nose, eyes, throat. But that still left plenty of room for the otter to bite and claw and shriek into her ears. Her ears. She felt long, sharp claws digging in, ripping into her skin and then ultimately tearing it off. Violetfreckle let out a strangled cry of agony. It kept going and going, claws and sharp fangs and honestly, Vi wasn't sure if she'd have much ear left after this. A thought briefly crossed her mind: would she be bald?
The otter, seemingly pleased with its work for now and a bit irritated by the fact that it could not, in fact, easily reach any points that would kill or maim Violetfreckle, took a step back. In the pause, Vi scrambled out of the way, bumping into Dragonflycliff as she tried to stand at the other cat's side. Her face was bloodied and battered, she felt a fear she hadn't felt since Mapleface had, well... yeah. Their otter didn't have a single scratch on it, it seemed. It had endless energy and now a taste for cat blood. With a glint in its eye, it charged toward the duo.
FLINTCLAW
Thunderclan warrior | 22 moons | Massive dark tabby tom with pale blue eyes and a thick scar across his chest. Kì̶̢͔̈́̅̄́͝lleȓ̷͖ Apt̶̜̿̒̏̓̂̏̅̾̈́̇̒ȋ̴͛̓̍̔̍̐̚̕ ̢̫͈͈͉̈́̔̈́̿́̈itű̷͆̔̐͒̈́̌̊̕̚de T1 | J̸̤͖̼̞́̑̓́̾͠ͅų̴̮̩̘̳̍͂̈͊̃͝ ̬st ȃ̵̧̖̼͉̳̪̺͉̳̞̘̏́͑͋ sc̵̺̬̲̯̫̝͕͚̜̉̈́̈̀̿̓͘͠ra̵̎̉̇͆ ̨̛̯̲͖̪͔̘̙̘̱̮͂̅̓̅̊̈́́͊̈́͝tc̴͌ ̳͓͖͍̝̤̟̾̅̂̈́̏͐̀̿͗̈́̎̕h
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There was little Flintclaw could do to stop this giant otter from dragging him, just slow it down. Hissing, spitting, screeching, snarling. His right paw dug in like a vice around the otter's eye... or, where it's eye used to be. His back paws were starting to tear some of it's brown fur out.
The otter shook him, dragging his back against the riverbank stones, tearing further at the foreleg it held onto, and forcing the large tabby to dig everything he could into the river-rat so that it couldn't break his leg by flinging him around like dead prey. He had no time to process the order he heard from Sunstreak for Ravenfire. No wherewithall to think, to even pay attention to anything... Anything except himself and the otter.
Cold. Flintclaw had barely enough time to take a breath as water surged around him. Paws battered him. Claws raked. Red surrounded him. It couldn't all be his, could it? No, the otter was bleeding, too... but not as much. The blue darkness beneath the large beast was just as suffocating as the water around him. He struggled, he sliced, he pulled out fur. Nothing was working.
He saw her.
Pale blue eyes widened as Bumblestar came into sight. She... was still down here... She... She had more lives... right?
Fear? Rage? Adrenaline. sweet, sweet adrenaline. It didn't matter where it came from. The world seemed to slow. He couldn't die here. He wouldn't die here! Not to these... things! Not in the water! Not today!
The otter released his foreleg, lunging for his throat instead. Flintclaw shoved off with the claws that had dug into it's skull. He had no training in water, he wasn't even a strong swimmer, but they were barely in the shallows. Far enough to drown. Far enough to fully submerge the otters.
Claws flashed, catching the otters brow above it's good eye. He didn't get to take another eye, but was it enough to at least temporarily blind it? He needed to get to her. He couldn't leave her here. The dark tabby kicked off of the otter and swept towards his leader as the otter seemed to shake itself to recover and lost sight of him. It was just long enough... right?
Let it be long enough.
The massive tom caught Bumblestar's scruff and pulled. He pulled as hard as he could as his lungs screamed and begged for air. Normally, under water it would be so easy to drag her along... but not even the cool water could dampen the pain in Flintclaw's body. Left foreleg practically useless, bloody claw marks running up and down his flank, scrapes along his back from being ground and slammed into stones.
Flintclaw knew he wouldn't be able to take much more of this.
So he dragged Bumblestar to the bank, her head and shoulders finally leaving the water. They were still too close. He needed to pull her farther. Needed to get them away from-
The otter slammed into his side, forcing Flintclaw to release his hold on Bumblestar's scruff as he was flung across the riverbank. More scrapes and bruises for the tally, and what had he done? Barely taken an eye, pulled some fur, maybe gotten one good blow in? At least this otter would remember him from the scars on its face.
Dragonflycliff
(Image by Dolomedes)
female - she/her - 46 moons - thunderclan warrior -
"You're not alone. I'm here, with you."
- @vellichor -
She glared at the otter, it was making the weird laughter sounds again, laughing at how they were failing to fight it. She didn't like it, in fact she hated it. Violetfreckle seemed to be struggling and she needed to defend her before the otter could do any more damage. Bumblestar was in the water. Flintclaw too. Otters everywhere, blood on the ground, this was ridiculous. A battle, one they'd lose at this rate. They needed to leave. Violetfreckle was being smacked by the smaller creatures. Not much smaller, almost. She watched through her one functioning eye. Violetfreckle seemed to be not okay because of everything and it was understandable, her fur seemed messed up and her ears didn't seem to be in very good condition, but there was no time to fix it. She cared, and if it meant losing her life she WOULD be a part of this clan. Okay, maybe not at the cost of her life, because that would mean Nettlescratch would be alone. She tried her best to help Violetfreckle. And as it came closer, she snarled, glaring intently at the otter, but it wasn't probably going to be enough. So instead, she stood infront of her, and launched a front leg at the otter, claws outstretched, going for the eyes. But suddenly, there were teeth.
Dragonflycliff was hissing in pain, and yanked her leg back with so much force, she stumbled back. And then fell because there was nothing to support her. Wait- What?? She realised there was fur in its jaws, and then she realised she was bleeding. She hadn't noticed? She looked at the oddly coloured leg, and she knew it was hers, but- wh- No. What? That was her LEG. Her LEG. Nonono, what? She staggered onto her other remaining legs, blood dripping from where the fourth used to be. The otter had spat out what it had grabbed, and there was just a bloodstained clump. Of muscle and fur. Oh StarClan.
Dragonflycliff watched as the otter giggled, again. What was so FUNNY about this? This was a basically a child? A kit? What was this? Some mockery? She was trained to fight cats, and this was almost like one! She stumbled as the otter used the opportunity to
launch at her face. Dragonflycliff barely managed to scrape by, ducking and then it was on her back, and she tried to shake it off, trying to walk away from Violetfreckle. It didn't work, and the otter's claws just dug into her back more. She tried again. It was so close, yet.. claws scratched her back, and she was bleeding, and it all hurt, and it would have been nicer if she wasn't almost CRYING and HALF BLIND. The otter made its way up her neck, and she just managed to pull it away before-
It tore at her face, and laughed in her ears, and it hurt, it hurt, it hurt, she just wanted to be able to kill the starsdanged thing. And then she knew something was wrong when it started hurting where she couldn't see. Then there was a weird crushing sound, and then more claws, and then she fell, again, and it ran off, clearly content with this.
It all hurt too much, and she stumbled over to Violetfreckle, barely scraping by. And then she tried to keep herself upright, but that probably wasn't getting her anywhere.
And then she was passed out.
Ow.
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Mudhound
Thunderclan Hornet | They/them | 40 Moons
Bilingual T3 | Flock Together T3 | Rapid Recovery | Killer Aptitude T3
Ok progress! They were at last making progress, maybe they could turn the tide!
Of course, Mudhound would not be thinking that had they any clue about how poorly the rest of the patrol was faring behind and around them, but right now they were too busy focused on the otter they were borderline wrestling with. When it came to their and Tigerpelts otter, the tripod had just TORN its small ear off of its head and Tigerpelt was making steady progress on shortening its tail. Removing the whole thing was probably too big an ask but further down.... Well maybe he could chew it in half, kinda rob the thing of its weapon.
Letting out a low dog like bark that to hounds sounded something like an insult the hornet lunged jaw forward again, spitting their stolen chunk of flesh and fixed their fangs around the otters eye. It wasnt clean, the thick skin and odd shape meaning Mudhound wasnt really sure if they'd managed to hit the eye and not just flesh around, but the beast surely didnt like it.
The beast screeched and chittered, thrashing its whole body in an attempt to buck the two clinging cats off. It was a strong motion that once again tossed Mudhound aside, but not before a sharp 'CRACK' was heard. When the tripod was done blinking the tears of pain out of their eyes they registered the blood in their mouth and the strange wrong feeling of their teeth and jaw....
Oh dear starclan, what had the otters thrashing and the sharp impact of its strong thick skull against their face done to them.
Mudhound couldnt pay it attention, they couldnt pay whatever damage had been done to them any attention just knowing that the pain would register them helpless. No they needed to- they needed to-
Dragonflycliff!
Blood soaked mouth (theirs and the otters) gaping as they stared at the otter that'd mauled Vivivi and killed (stars they couldnt tell if she was dead or not) Dragonflycliff Mudhound managed to choked out some pained gurgling sound of horror before dashing off, narrowly avoiding their otter snapped jaws closed an inch behind their neck.
It was a risky, stupid move but in a single motion the hornet had dashed passed the small otter, rebounded off a nearby rock, and used their momentum to SLAM the small otter away from Violetfreckle and straight into the older otter. It'd only buy their sister in law a bit of time to try and save her battle-buddy, but Mudhound hoped their desperate eyes conveyed a silent beg for Violetfreckle to use that time before it was up.
Its not like Mudhound could say that hope throught their mangled mouth as they went tearing into the small otter, shoving it more against the big otter praying it kept the two occupied a bit.
@Hex @vellichor @sturgeonwind (velli you got a single post excuse escaping the otters attention to do slapdash healing on dragonfly/shove her in a bush to hide her if you want, as after hex's next post the small otter is escaping and going after yall again. Sorry to butt in lol Im just trying to give you options based on some bear poking.
Hex we're currently dealing with a big and little otter for a single post and muddys jaw is currently really messed up.)
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