Fireflypaw had been going for a stroll in ShadowClan Territory when she felt claws grip her body. A badger raked its claws across her pelt and throat, killing the poor cat instantly
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Fireflypaw had been going for a stroll in ShadowClan Territory when she felt claws grip her body. A badger raked its claws across her pelt and throat, killing the poor cat instantly
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| Silverlark | 19 Moons - ShadowClan Enforcer
Shadow Fiend - Inactive | Just a Scratch - Active | Beefed Up [Tier 3] - Active | Two Left Paws - Active
Silverlark was a tom on a mission. He was back, baby! And that meant that he was doing what he did best. Or... so he wanted to think. First things first, though. Familiarize himself with the territory. He hadn't been able to go out since he'd been kept on lockdown thanks to his previous injuries, but no more! Besides, if he didn't know the territory, that meant Flashies didn't know the territory either! What kind of mentor would he be if he didn't properly take care of the teaching his apprentice the lay of the land before her assessment? Couldn't do that if he didn't know it himself first though, nope!
The acrid, irony scent of blood he was so familiar with wafted to his nostrils as he padded around, pupils turning to menacing slits as he snarled. This was the scent of cat blood, and it was intermingled with badger. Someone was hurt! But who? Surely most ShadowClanners could handle a simple badger? The tom swiftly delved into the shadows, following the trail with a quick a step as he could muster, his body still weakened from his recovery period. Not at peak strength or stamina. But he arrived at the scene in time to spot it. The striped beast sniffing at the fallen apprentice's body.
The need for stealth went to hell in an instant. True, this was nobody's fault but the apprentice's. Unless she had been led here by another two cats - of which he could sniff no other - she had ventured out alone. That was against the rules for a reason. Always had been. It didn't stop the roar of rage that escaped the tom as he charged towards the creature, claws unsheathed as he prepared for a leap that never came, his paws faltering. Forcing him to skid on the ground, stopping only when he bumped with the enemy.
The badger looked down upon him in shock for a moment, only to huff back at him in equal rage, its claws scoring down on his body, his flank torn as he twisted and turned, ensuring the beast did not rip his underbelly to shreds. Unable to feel pain as the ire fueled him on, the tom saw red, blood roaring inside his rounded ears as he pounced again, teeth gripping down on the badger's paw so adamantly he could feel the metallic taste pouring from his gums. As the creature threw its head back to snarl in pain, Silverlark saw his opening. In the blink of an eye, he slashed the creature's neck, his penchant for battle pulling through as red poured down his side. It did not go down in an instant, and despite the tom's backing away, a claw caught his brow, nicking it right above his eye, the downpour soon blinding him on that side.
That was the last act of revenge the creature had in it, however, and soon it collapsed, the tom's expert strike hitting too vulnerable a spot for it to go on for much longer. With legs trembling, weakened still in his recovering state, the tom snorted, the adrenaline leaving his body at the sight. He had to take Fireflypaw back to camp and tell Dawnstar and Mistlewhisker what had happened here. But first... make sure he could scent no one else. And make sure that beast's pelt and skull did not go to waste.
| Taking Fireflypaw and the badger to the clearing next post. |
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Lightningstorm is WindClan's current medicine cat.
She has a semi-open den policy.