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It was no small threat to pick up a scent like this. As much as Lichentail didn't yearn for combat they dared not to ignore it when the call came for action. Their paws moved with a quiet precision over the swampy terrain as a wary gaze made passes at their surroundings. It was being addressed by a patrol, with any luck, which meant the odds of anyone turning up dead were slimmer than normal. Drawing in a small breath, the scent was hard to pinpoint... the watery area they lived in meant these kinds of thing became muted easily, washed away and distorted. It was an advantage RiverClan could revel in but also a great flaw when it came to tracking intruders on their own territory.
Passing several clumps of bushes and other foliage that obscured their sights, the mumblings of their clan-mates became a background noise in a few short moments... They were discussing a plan of attack, how to make sure this was handled as safely as possible. Words meant nothing when handling beasts as far as Lichen was concerned and all one could do was hope StarClan was watching with generous eyes. Didn't healers say something about signs and omens? Would they be spared death if they were careful enough to search for those kinds of warnings?
The way a couple of branches appeared sparse drew the point's attention and without a word or signal to those in her company, she veered off abruptly. She had all but forgotten the agreement previously established- she couldn't risk too many paws alerting the enemy anyways. It was an afterthought... that numbers held strength. A lesson her parents had made sure stuck; more was a burden. Being conservative improved your odds, fewer mouths to feed...
Why am I still listening to them? The distracting journey through lessons long since past was all the loss of attention she needed to find herself the hunted rather than the hunter. The rustling from the bushes behind made all the fur on her spine stand on end. She had been found rather than being the one finding. Careful not to make any sudden movements, her ears twitched as she struggled to pinpoint an exact location... How far away is the group? Is it worth shouting?
Panic set in as their claws sank into the dirt. Dirt... mud... Worth trying... Spinning in a rapid arc with her paws close to the ground, she dragged her claws into the muck and flung what she collected in the direction of the brush- "Did it work...? [7]
The sound of movement on her left confirmed the worst case scenario. Nope... she'd misjudged the location of her enemy.
Ah well... so much for stealth.
"FOX!" A yowl as loud as she could muster to alert the others somewhere nearby.... But not without consequence. The fox was already in pursuit and lunged at her with all the ferocity a creature of its hunger could muster. With only the hopeful thought that StarClan might yet save her hide, she backed up nervously in hopes of buying herself some time for reinforcements.
Passing several clumps of bushes and other foliage that obscured their sights, the mumblings of their clan-mates became a background noise in a few short moments... They were discussing a plan of attack, how to make sure this was handled as safely as possible. Words meant nothing when handling beasts as far as Lichen was concerned and all one could do was hope StarClan was watching with generous eyes. Didn't healers say something about signs and omens? Would they be spared death if they were careful enough to search for those kinds of warnings?
The way a couple of branches appeared sparse drew the point's attention and without a word or signal to those in her company, she veered off abruptly. She had all but forgotten the agreement previously established- she couldn't risk too many paws alerting the enemy anyways. It was an afterthought... that numbers held strength. A lesson her parents had made sure stuck; more was a burden. Being conservative improved your odds, fewer mouths to feed...
Why am I still listening to them? The distracting journey through lessons long since past was all the loss of attention she needed to find herself the hunted rather than the hunter. The rustling from the bushes behind made all the fur on her spine stand on end. She had been found rather than being the one finding. Careful not to make any sudden movements, her ears twitched as she struggled to pinpoint an exact location... How far away is the group? Is it worth shouting?
Panic set in as their claws sank into the dirt. Dirt... mud... Worth trying... Spinning in a rapid arc with her paws close to the ground, she dragged her claws into the muck and flung what she collected in the direction of the brush- "Did it work...? [7]
The sound of movement on her left confirmed the worst case scenario. Nope... she'd misjudged the location of her enemy.
Ah well... so much for stealth.
"FOX!" A yowl as loud as she could muster to alert the others somewhere nearby.... But not without consequence. The fox was already in pursuit and lunged at her with all the ferocity a creature of its hunger could muster. With only the hopeful thought that StarClan might yet save her hide, she backed up nervously in hopes of buying herself some time for reinforcements.