Post by Carotius on Jun 24, 2015 11:37:59 GMT -5
"Sparkleap, help me!" Rowanpaw cried, backing deeper into gap underneath the tangled roots of an odd oak tree as the fox's jaws closed in around where she had been just a second before. "I-I'm trapped! I won't be able to climb!"
The ginger apprentice scrabbled backwards even more, quickly realising that there was no more room for her to retreat into, for she had bumped into a dead end. Her short fur spiked up in fear and disbelief. This can't be! The yaps and snarls from the big male fox was loud and reverberating in the small hollow of the roots that Rowanpaw had leapt into in a bid to escape the predator. She had been making dirt in a bush, minding her own business, and then this damned fox had to ambush her just as she was headed back to the patrol.
In hindsight, she should have ducked beneath the ginger-coated canine and ran straight for the patrol so that they could all attack it together. but Rowanpaw had been taken by surprise and was in a slight state of panic that she forgot to think about that option, and she bolted the opposite direction - away from protection - leading the mangy mutt to chase her through the forest until she could find the hollow she was now taking dangerous refuge in. Mouse-brained move. Now I'm stuck here, not knowing if Sparkleap and the others can hear me! She fretted that her mentor wouldn't hear her at all, and she almost wanted to sink down and wail in despair.
but the sight of those slavering jaws and wild yellow eyes gave her an adrenaline rush. Growling, Rowanpaw darted forward, striking a blow towards the fox's muzzle with a swing of her unsheathed paws. The fox yelped, retracting its head briefly to paw irritably at the cut she had made; Rowanpaw should have been able to make a run for it, but she was so caught up in her successful attack, that she didn't think of taking that chance to run. So when the dark ginger muzzle slammed through the gap another time, angrier than before, Rowanpaw was forced back into being the hunted.
"SPARKLEAP! NETTLETOOTH! KINKPAW! HELP ME, PLEASE!"
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Sparkleap had taken to the trees as soon as the first low branch came into sight, and he cleared the gaps between the tree limbs with practised ease and speed that he looked like a squirrel running on moons of pent-up energy. Each clawhold on a branch was a firm grip, launching him into the next powerful jump that took him closer and closer to where his second apprentice could be heard screaming for help. Please don't let anything happen to her...! If anything happened to her, the golden tom would never forgive himself!
At last, as he cleared another jump and looked down, the tabby spotted his quarry - a male fox scrabbling at some roots, its muzzle already buried deep into it. The mere sight of it brought uneasiness in his chest, worrying whether he would screw up and consequently cause an avoidable injury to one his patrol-mates. What if I make a mistake?! He shuddered at the thought, gripping the branch tightly with his claws, shoulders stiff with fear. No... No, he couldn't jump in there...
"SPARKLEAP, HEEEEEEEEELP!"
"ROWANPAW!" Sparkleap screeched as the fox's snarls became muffled, the foul creature dragging out a writhing ginger-pelted feline out from the roots with a murderous glint in its yellow eyes. Rage began to boil in his blood, and he ignored the fear that had rooted him earlier, immediately tossing himself downward, "FIGHT SOMEBODY YOUR OWN SIZE, MANGE-PELT!"
The ginger apprentice scrabbled backwards even more, quickly realising that there was no more room for her to retreat into, for she had bumped into a dead end. Her short fur spiked up in fear and disbelief. This can't be! The yaps and snarls from the big male fox was loud and reverberating in the small hollow of the roots that Rowanpaw had leapt into in a bid to escape the predator. She had been making dirt in a bush, minding her own business, and then this damned fox had to ambush her just as she was headed back to the patrol.
In hindsight, she should have ducked beneath the ginger-coated canine and ran straight for the patrol so that they could all attack it together. but Rowanpaw had been taken by surprise and was in a slight state of panic that she forgot to think about that option, and she bolted the opposite direction - away from protection - leading the mangy mutt to chase her through the forest until she could find the hollow she was now taking dangerous refuge in. Mouse-brained move. Now I'm stuck here, not knowing if Sparkleap and the others can hear me! She fretted that her mentor wouldn't hear her at all, and she almost wanted to sink down and wail in despair.
but the sight of those slavering jaws and wild yellow eyes gave her an adrenaline rush. Growling, Rowanpaw darted forward, striking a blow towards the fox's muzzle with a swing of her unsheathed paws. The fox yelped, retracting its head briefly to paw irritably at the cut she had made; Rowanpaw should have been able to make a run for it, but she was so caught up in her successful attack, that she didn't think of taking that chance to run. So when the dark ginger muzzle slammed through the gap another time, angrier than before, Rowanpaw was forced back into being the hunted.
"SPARKLEAP! NETTLETOOTH! KINKPAW! HELP ME, PLEASE!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sparkleap had taken to the trees as soon as the first low branch came into sight, and he cleared the gaps between the tree limbs with practised ease and speed that he looked like a squirrel running on moons of pent-up energy. Each clawhold on a branch was a firm grip, launching him into the next powerful jump that took him closer and closer to where his second apprentice could be heard screaming for help. Please don't let anything happen to her...! If anything happened to her, the golden tom would never forgive himself!
At last, as he cleared another jump and looked down, the tabby spotted his quarry - a male fox scrabbling at some roots, its muzzle already buried deep into it. The mere sight of it brought uneasiness in his chest, worrying whether he would screw up and consequently cause an avoidable injury to one his patrol-mates. What if I make a mistake?! He shuddered at the thought, gripping the branch tightly with his claws, shoulders stiff with fear. No... No, he couldn't jump in there...
"SPARKLEAP, HEEEEEEEEELP!"
"ROWANPAW!" Sparkleap screeched as the fox's snarls became muffled, the foul creature dragging out a writhing ginger-pelted feline out from the roots with a murderous glint in its yellow eyes. Rage began to boil in his blood, and he ignored the fear that had rooted him earlier, immediately tossing himself downward, "FIGHT SOMEBODY YOUR OWN SIZE, MANGE-PELT!"