Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2010 22:28:54 GMT -5
-----Emberflare scanned the clearing. The sun was high in the sky and it was warm, for leafbare, yet no cat could be seen. Except herself. She shook her elegant head and searched for something helpful to do. She could go out and hunt...? Her ears swiveled towards the enterance at the crack of a twig. A horrible stench filled her nose and she about choked to death. She quickly leapt to her paws and turned to it just as the fox came panting into camp. Her eyes widened in fear at it.
-----Eyes wild, hair standing on end, she faced the creature. It must be mad! No fox would dare enter the home of multiple unless it was.... oh no! It's head turned to her and it snarled. She shrank back in horrible reality. It was blood red with shiny black markings and a tiny tip of white at the tip of it's tail and paws. But what struck her was it's mouth. It's teeth gleamed in the dull light but oozing through them was a snowy foam that flecked and bit it's muzzle.
-----It was mad. Rabid, to be exact. She screamed as it ran for her, paws thudding dangerously and mouth wide and ready. the first thoughts that came to her were: Kits, Queens! And: Elders! She opened her mouth, showing a row of fierce teeth and cried out in an earsplitting plea for help: "Protect the kits and elders!" And with that she lunged for the blood-red vixen in front of her, hoping to distract it and hoping help would come and her clan would be safe. Her Clan meant everything. It didn't matter if she lost her life in this battle, it would save her family. Morningmist, Bluesky, Black, Nightheart, Falconkit, Fernstar; everybody: Please be "OK", she prayed to StarClan.
-----Eyes wild, hair standing on end, she faced the creature. It must be mad! No fox would dare enter the home of multiple unless it was.... oh no! It's head turned to her and it snarled. She shrank back in horrible reality. It was blood red with shiny black markings and a tiny tip of white at the tip of it's tail and paws. But what struck her was it's mouth. It's teeth gleamed in the dull light but oozing through them was a snowy foam that flecked and bit it's muzzle.
-----It was mad. Rabid, to be exact. She screamed as it ran for her, paws thudding dangerously and mouth wide and ready. the first thoughts that came to her were: Kits, Queens! And: Elders! She opened her mouth, showing a row of fierce teeth and cried out in an earsplitting plea for help: "Protect the kits and elders!" And with that she lunged for the blood-red vixen in front of her, hoping to distract it and hoping help would come and her clan would be safe. Her Clan meant everything. It didn't matter if she lost her life in this battle, it would save her family. Morningmist, Bluesky, Black, Nightheart, Falconkit, Fernstar; everybody: Please be "OK", she prayed to StarClan.