IS IT OVER YET - CAN I OPEN MY EYES?
periwinklepaw | 04 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff
A moment is all it takes.
Periwinklepaw had simply wanted some time to breathe. Some time to get away from the hopeful eyes and proud expressions of his family back at camp. It wasn't as though he'd wandered off on his own - he'd gone with a group of others, to go enjoy what little warmth the sun warmed pool might still have to offer these days. He hadn't meant to wander so far - he'd only wanted to practice his hunting moves away from the rest of the group. Hadn't wanted to disturb the other's rest when it had become clear that once more sleep wouldn't find him. His limbs ached with disuse and he felt twitchy and restless - he needed to do something, anything.
It's only been half a moon, but his apprenticeship is not going the way he had hoped. Jaggedoak was a great mentor, really, but Peri jsut couldn't find it in himself to let his gaurd down so soon. Training was hard when his heart was only half in it, even harder when he stopped to acknowledge what learning it meant. Someday, he'd be expected to fight other cats. To fight and hurt and maim and maybe even kill them. And he doesn't want that. And so he put all his efforts towards what he can do, as if that will maybe save him from what seems to be his inevitable fate. Hunting.
Things had started out well - easily dropping into a hunters crouch, still a bit sloppy but he was working on it with his mentors help, getting better and improving it by the day. Then a deep breath and he'd find his 'prey' - a lone rush that had seeded a little ways from the rest. Clear blue gaze narrows, and with a wriggle he's leaping forwards - paws finding home on his target. A quiet exclamation of pride slips past his lips, and he spins around, looking for his next target. He pounces again, this time chasing after a leaf that rustles in the wind. He misses and darts after it with childlike excitement - picturing it to be a bird to bring back for lunch. It dances about in the wind until finally, with a mighty leap, he snags it in his claws.
As it crunches underpaw, the wind suddenly shifts, and the scent hits him just a moment to late. The rancid smell is unlike anything he's ever encountered, choking him with it's stench, but he knows immediately, instictively, that it can mean nothing good. All it takes is one little second of hesitation, a single moment where he freezes, and it's upon him in the blink of an eye. The creature of fangs and claws and tawny toned fur is hardly more than a blur as it pounces and strikes. Teeth sink into his haunches, narrowly grazing his skin, and he tries to flee.
He doesn't make it very far. The snapping of jaws and an unholy screaming noise is the only warning he gets as the starving canine bears down on him once more - this time accompanied by the feeling of fur and flesh tearing from his flanks. A pained wail slips past his lips, teeth clashing harsly and nearly biting through his tongue - he tastes blood. He wriggles and writhes in a panic, desperate and utterly terrified, until suddenly he's on his back staring up at the fox. Bright yellow eyes meet blue, and as saliva splatters against his cheek he wonders if this is really how it ends. ' I never should have wandered off '
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