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Subject: old enough 2 die [C] Sun 24 Mar 2024 - 21:28
"The weak never have their wings unfurl."
Silverhawk T3 Warrior | ShadowClan | he/him
This was supposed to be a normal patrol. A check along the Outcropping; and while they weren't a hunting patrol, they might've had time to grab a few pieces of prey on the return trip to camp. That was the idea, anyway. But, Silverhawk supposed, nothing could ever be easy.
Before they even reached the border, a flash of red in the corner of his vision made his hackles raise. Silverhawk thought, for a moment, he might have imagined it. The murky light of half-dawn made it difficult to see. But, when his mouth parted and he breathed in deep, it was the unmistakable scent of fox that bathed his tongue. He did not look at her--he'd quickly become more concerned with watching their surroundings--but Silverhawk pressed a shoulder against Hedgepaw's, using his weight to effectively turn her around. "Move," he said, low and brooking no argument. The thudding of his heart was suddenly heavy and uncomfortable.
There it was again--auburn swishing through the ferns. "Didn't you hear me? Move. We're turning around." There was a hiss, nearly desperate, at the edge of Silverhawk's voice. He pushed at Hedgepaw again to reroute her paws. They could be lucky; the fox could be recently fed and pass on a useless fight. Or it could be starved, or rabid, or interested in killing for sport. What would Silverhawk say--what would he do--if Hedgepaw died here? Or would his spirit ever know anything but torment should be the one to die, leaving Hedge to enact his early trauma?
Silverhawk blinked hard. In the single instant his eyes were removed from it, the fox surged out of the undergrowth which shielded it. It came with a crying yawp, muzzle splayed open to horrifying, deadly angles. "Hedge, run!" Silverhawk shouted. He did not sidestep the fox the way he wanted to. White teeth flashed under the waning moonlight, and he became arrested by their appearance. The hot thunder in his veins wasn't born of adrenaline; not the thrill that always came with a fight. It was fear; terror. The fox and Silverhawk collided and a hot mouth wrapped around his neck, bearing down instantly. Silverhawk could feel blood well up, and the rivets dug through his skin stung terribly. There was, at least, relief in the fact that his thrashing and clawing toward its eyes kept the fox from biting hard enough to cause true damage; he even earned a muffled yelp of pain through the clamp.
Night Finesse is active for this fight! Fox used Iron Bite on Silverhawk, dealing 17 damage and costing 30 SP. Silverhawk used Front Paw Strike, dealing 9 (8+1) damage and costing 7 SP.
Subject: Re: old enough 2 die [C] Tue 26 Mar 2024 - 20:59
Newleaf! Finally, it was newleaf. Hedgepaw had been disappointed at first that the flowers didn't appear immediately, until Pineblossom informed her it didn't work that way and they'd come slowly. She almost wanted to stamp her paws and demand that all the leaves and flowers come back now, but there wasn't much point in that, so she gave up on the idea and went patrolling with Silverhawk instead. He was better than flowers, anyway. She'd never get tired of spending time with any of her big brothers. Instead of waiting for newleaf to show up more physically, she contented herself with watching his actions instead, noting how his muscles moved when he walked and how his ears twitched at any strange noise. He was probably the strongest warrior in ShadowClan besides Mamma, so nothing bad could happen to them. Or... that's what she'd thought, anyway.
Her eyes had drifted away from him, looking up at the brilliant stars above instead. But suddenly she found his shoulder pressed heavily into her, pushing her away. Why? From what? Move, he said. She did her best to, but the mud around her paws suddenly seemed stickier, and she was not able to immediately shift in the direction he wanted. He was hissing at her now. Had she done something wrong? But--no, his hackles were raised in a way she'd never seen before. At the same time she noticed that, a strong, acrid scent his her nose, causing her own fur to bristle. What was that? She did her best to shift, to back away, but it was far too late for anything by that point. A form leapt from the darkness, straight out of Hedgepaw's nightmares--sharp teeth longer almost than her limbs, gleaming eyes that stared straight at her. The snarling noise it made reminded her terrifyingly of that one night of running when they left the awful place at the long journey. Fear kept her rooted; if she hadn't run by this point, there was no point in doing so now.
But Silverhawk had other plans. Instead of standing still and letting them both get eaten, he jumped into the attack--and within moments, he was inside the enormous beast's mouth. A high-pitched scream left Hedgepaw's mouth; she hadn't done it on purpose, but the shock of seeing teeth sinking into her brother's pelt caused a visceral reaction. He was still alive, though, he had to be judging by the way he moved and clawed so violently at the scary thing. What was that? Wolf, fox, badger? She couldn't put a name to the form; they were all synonyms to her small mind. One thing was for sure. It was big, and scary, and it wanted to eat them. It was going to eat Silverhawk. Her heart beat too fast for her to think. Similar to when the owl dug into her back, she felt the adrenaline making her limbs tremble. But what was she supposed to do? What was she supposed to do? She couldn't run! She couldn't even move, but how could she leave Silverhawk when the beast was going to get him? Her mind entirely blank with horror, the one thing that finally got Hedge to move was hearing the way that Silverhawk yelped in pain. He was obviously trying to fight, trying to be quiet about it, but he was in pain. Like talons in her back. Fernpaw had come to save her then, but he wasn't here. No one was here to save her. It was just her. She had to, she had to, she had to do something! Hedgepaw forced herself forwards and unsheathed her claws in jerky, unfamiliar, nightmarish movements. Then--with an unpracticed swipe--she clawed at the beast's foreleg. The feeling of fur tearing beneath her claws, shredding so easily, made her want to retch. But her legs were too shaky to run so she had to help. She couldn't tell if the words she spoke were a desperate cry, a squeak, or if she'd even said them at all. "L-let... Let go of my brother!"
Hedgepaw used Front Paw Strike, dealing 7 (6+1) damage and costing 7 stamina.
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Subject: Re: old enough 2 die [C] Sat 13 Apr 2024 - 11:06
"The weak never have their wings unfurl."
Silverhawk T3 Warrior | ShadowClan | he/him
Silverhawk wondered what Hedgepaw thought, seeing him like this, tossed left and right between the fox's teeth. He tried to remember what he thought, when he'd been in her place-- watching Honeylight thrash between a fox's teeth --but he couldn't remember. Nothing conscious, at least; he remembered the bottomless terror, but there were no words to accompany it. Just fear, ancient and formless, blood pumping through his ears and filling the air and soaking the ground. He knew Hedgepaw was scared, too. She screamed so horribly, and fear-scent was thick in the air (though whom it belonged to was hard to tell). She was softer than he was. Soft, sweet Hedge. She didn't need to watch his twisting and thrashing, the writhing that made those needle sharp teeth press down deeper. Not into anything sensitive--not into anything sensitive. Vital. Trachea and esophagus were safe, just bruised.
The fox yipped and jerked a leg up. Making the noise caused its jaw to release, and Silverhawk fell to the ground with a huff. Blood leaked from the punctures collaring his neck, but he could still breathe; still force his trembling legs to scramble into holding him upright. He wheezed slightly; he was dizzy; but he could stand and move and he was alive. And Hedgepaw was closer to the fox than he was.
Almost, he felt a spike of fury toward her. She was a fool--she should've run, not thrown herself into the fight as well. She barely knew how to fight, and she was so small and he-- didn't want to lose her, too. Silverhawk's legs trembled harder. Pride and affection surfaced when the anger faded, a brief bout of warmth before absolute concentration took over and quashed out his feelings.
Green eyes flicked towards the fox, its horrible golden eyes. Silverhawk couldn't make his throat bob to swallow. Hedgepaw's defensive cry belatedly registered in his ears. Emboldened, he surged forward, but a spike made his vision blur and he stumbled. The thrashing left him more rattled than he thought... still, adrenaline pushed some sense of clarity through him. "Hedgepaw!" he shouted. "Avoid its head! Attack its flank!"
Fox used Thrash on Silverhawk, dealing 10 damage and costing 15 SP. Silverhawk is stunned for 2 turns. Silverhawk is stunned for this turn and does not act.
Subject: Re: old enough 2 die [C] Sat 13 Apr 2024 - 21:35
Breathe. Hedgepaw had never had this much trouble with such a simple action. Even when she'd been attacked herself, with owl talons in her back, she'd been able to hyperventilate. But right now it felt as if the very breath in her chest had left her, squeezing itself out of her lungs every time she attempted to inhale. Her legs shook, her shoulders shook--everything shook. It was a wonder that her claws hadn't sheathed themselves again in an act of protest. But she remained huddled, half-trembling, by the leg of the enormous beast that had Silverhawk in its jaws. It staggered back a little bit when her claws sliced its flesh. Was that good? Had it let go of him yet? She looked up, only to feel her already-wide eyes open further in horror as it bit into him and tossed him like a mossball. She would've screamed again if there had been any breath left; instead, her throat constricted and she nearly choked on the fear. He was bleeding. Her brother--strong, untouchable, perfect--was bleeding, was wheezing, was shaking on the ground. Was he okay? Was he okay? She wanted to run to him but she couldn't, her muscles had locked tight and she couldn't move at all except to glance up and see the ferocious gold eyes and bloody maw of the beast turn towards her. A panicked squeak made its way out of her body. This was it. She was going to die, she was going to be eaten in the forest and she'd never get to see anyone ever again. She'd never look at flowers with Nightpaw or play hide-and-seek with Hawkmist or be at Wolf and Fern's warrior ceremonies and she'd never see anyone again, not even Mamma. She was going to die.
A voice broke through the terror. Silverhawk's voice--calling her name. What was he saying? Her head couldn't move; her ears swiveled towards him, rising from their pinned-back position. To... attack? Hadn't he told her to run? But she couldn't do either, she couldn't move, and she was going to die and she was so scared. But she had to. She had to. She had to do something or she would die. No, she had to do something or he would die. Silverhawk was in trouble! She had to do something! If only she were brave like Wolfpaw, strong like Stagpaw, smart like Fernpaw. But he was stuck with tiny useless Hedge and so she had to try and be like her brothers. Fight. Fight back. Save Silverhawk like Fernpaw had saved her.
Avoid its head. Attack its flank. The words became almost like a mantra to her, the only instruction rotating in her mind amidst the fear and adrenaline. Avoid its head. Attack its flank. Avoid its head. Attack its flank. Its head was what was staring at her right now, dripping blood, glaring with more seething hatred than she'd thought any predator capable of feeling. She knew how the frog felt now maybe, beneath the gaze of something so much more powerful than it, and she would've retched up any food if her muscles had been obeying her in the slightest. Still, she managed to move--jerkily, desperately, slowly--and head to the side of the fox instead of its front, though she knew that its gaze followed her the whole way and she'd hardly be able to dodge in time. Now she just had to attack. Again. Like the first time. Attack like her life depended on it, attack like Silverhawk's life depended on it because it did, oh stars, she didn't want her brother to get eaten! The smell of blood nauseated her but she let out a pathetic cry, shrill and wretched, before rearing up onto her hind paws and slashing at the fox's hind legs with every ounce of terrified energy left inside of her.
Hedgepaw used Front Paw Strike and Desperate Blows, dealing 12 (6+4+1+1) damage and costing 14 (7+7) stamina.
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