- Sep 25, 2022
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//tw for death, blood
It had felt like an impossible task when Tornstride revealed that Robinpaw was to beat his mentor in single combat in order to pass his warrior assessment. Robinpaw had been expecting a challenge- but not that! Tornstride was one of the most skilled and experienced fighters the tortoiseshell tom has ever known, not once during his apprenticeship had he even gotten close to knocking the old tom off his paws.
Yet Tornstride promised, if you use everything, I've taught you, you'll beat me, Robinpaw doubts it... How could a student beat the master using his own lessons? Tornstride had a habit of telling Robinpaw half-truths, leaving him to figure things out mostly on his own. He certainly hadn't been an easy mentor to have all these moons... but Robinpaw was grateful for him nontheless, if he could become half the warrior his scarred mentor was, he'd be happy.
Though of course, Robinpaw dreams for more. Much more.
His teeth clank against each other upon his mentor's forehead colliding with Robinpaw's red chest, just narrowly missing biting down on his own tongue. The apprentice retaliates by planting his paws on Tornstride's head, using his paws to apply pressure... Maybe if he was lucky, he could get his toes into one of Torn's ears or eyes- a sensitive spot to cause him to lay off from his aggressive attacks. Stagger him, so Robinpaw could take advantage and claim victory.
Of course, it doesn't work.
They tussle and dance in the Sandy Hollow, taking blows and making them, Robinpaw's lungs start to burn. His limbs start to feel wobbly.
He couldn't lose, he had to win if he wanted to become a warrior... yet his energy was draining, slipping away with each passing second. Nothing he did seemed effective on this guy! If only Robinpaw could use claws... then he swears his tactics would at least be getting him somewhere!
His mentor must've taken note of his wobbly paws, because his next attacked focused on his legs. With an incredibly powerful collide of a forelimb, it's enough to make his legs buckle and tumble over.
"You lose." Tornstride meows, "You try again next moon."
Fury instantly burns within Robinpaw, another moon? He couldn't be serious! Maybe he wasn't able to beat Tornstride in combat, but that didn't make him unprepared to be a warrior!
Tornstride starts walking away, and as if he was an actual opponent on the battlefield, Robinpaw's eyes lock on him like a piece of prey. Tornstride had made a grave mistake, there was still fight left in his apprentice! Reigning in every last bit of energy he could muster, Robinpaw gets himself up and charges at his departing teacher.
Blinded by fury, he hadn't heard the rustling of foliage in the distance. The scent of something uncat-like. Suppose his mentor hadn't either, whether so invested with his apprentice's assessment or crushed with disappointment, no one would know.
Snapping fox jaws tear into big, soft ears. The same ears that had failed to hear the orange and black-pawed creature approaching in a rampage.
Now claws unsheathe, and so desperately do they try to slice and dice at the fox's flesh, the fox's and Robinpaw's yowls and cries pierce the air together... Yet Robinpaw's blurs into crimson as he feels his other ear get bit and tugged at.
He feels it teared as the fox is pulled away from him. His mentor was attacking the fox now, cursing and hissing at it.
Shocked and blinded as hot blood poured down his face, Robinpaw stumbles about, trying to regain his senses... Trying to process what just happened. Before he could the fighting was over, the fox decided these cats weren't worth taking its anger out on. It rushes off, unknowingly to them, leaving the territory to prey on twoleg livestock.
Blinking the blood from his eyes, Robinpaw looks at his mentor expecting to not even see him scathed.
But the reality of the sight is quite the opposite. His pelt and underbelly was covered in blood, and Robinpaw doubts that blood came entirely from the fox.
"Tornstride!" Robinpaw exclaims in shock, expecting his mentor to say something- do something, yet all he does is breathlessly stare at Robinpaw. As blood from his belly trickles down and stains the grass, the light fades from his eyes. The night pelted tom's legs give in, and so must his heart, because when he falls he never gets up again.
Tornstride, the invincible warrior, Robinpaw's mentor and wise teacher was dead before his very paws.
Yet Robinpaw does not cry, he just... stares with an agape jaw, a cool breeze rustling his fur and the birds in the distance chirping.
As if nothing had ever happened.
// this was a one off attack! a patrol can be said to look for the fox but it is gone unless they want to find it before it leaves the territory! also sorry if this is stupid I made it up like, literally made this whole thing up as I went
It had felt like an impossible task when Tornstride revealed that Robinpaw was to beat his mentor in single combat in order to pass his warrior assessment. Robinpaw had been expecting a challenge- but not that! Tornstride was one of the most skilled and experienced fighters the tortoiseshell tom has ever known, not once during his apprenticeship had he even gotten close to knocking the old tom off his paws.
Yet Tornstride promised, if you use everything, I've taught you, you'll beat me, Robinpaw doubts it... How could a student beat the master using his own lessons? Tornstride had a habit of telling Robinpaw half-truths, leaving him to figure things out mostly on his own. He certainly hadn't been an easy mentor to have all these moons... but Robinpaw was grateful for him nontheless, if he could become half the warrior his scarred mentor was, he'd be happy.
Though of course, Robinpaw dreams for more. Much more.
His teeth clank against each other upon his mentor's forehead colliding with Robinpaw's red chest, just narrowly missing biting down on his own tongue. The apprentice retaliates by planting his paws on Tornstride's head, using his paws to apply pressure... Maybe if he was lucky, he could get his toes into one of Torn's ears or eyes- a sensitive spot to cause him to lay off from his aggressive attacks. Stagger him, so Robinpaw could take advantage and claim victory.
Of course, it doesn't work.
They tussle and dance in the Sandy Hollow, taking blows and making them, Robinpaw's lungs start to burn. His limbs start to feel wobbly.
He couldn't lose, he had to win if he wanted to become a warrior... yet his energy was draining, slipping away with each passing second. Nothing he did seemed effective on this guy! If only Robinpaw could use claws... then he swears his tactics would at least be getting him somewhere!
His mentor must've taken note of his wobbly paws, because his next attacked focused on his legs. With an incredibly powerful collide of a forelimb, it's enough to make his legs buckle and tumble over.
"You lose." Tornstride meows, "You try again next moon."
Fury instantly burns within Robinpaw, another moon? He couldn't be serious! Maybe he wasn't able to beat Tornstride in combat, but that didn't make him unprepared to be a warrior!
Tornstride starts walking away, and as if he was an actual opponent on the battlefield, Robinpaw's eyes lock on him like a piece of prey. Tornstride had made a grave mistake, there was still fight left in his apprentice! Reigning in every last bit of energy he could muster, Robinpaw gets himself up and charges at his departing teacher.
Blinded by fury, he hadn't heard the rustling of foliage in the distance. The scent of something uncat-like. Suppose his mentor hadn't either, whether so invested with his apprentice's assessment or crushed with disappointment, no one would know.
Snapping fox jaws tear into big, soft ears. The same ears that had failed to hear the orange and black-pawed creature approaching in a rampage.
Now claws unsheathe, and so desperately do they try to slice and dice at the fox's flesh, the fox's and Robinpaw's yowls and cries pierce the air together... Yet Robinpaw's blurs into crimson as he feels his other ear get bit and tugged at.
He feels it teared as the fox is pulled away from him. His mentor was attacking the fox now, cursing and hissing at it.
Shocked and blinded as hot blood poured down his face, Robinpaw stumbles about, trying to regain his senses... Trying to process what just happened. Before he could the fighting was over, the fox decided these cats weren't worth taking its anger out on. It rushes off, unknowingly to them, leaving the territory to prey on twoleg livestock.
Blinking the blood from his eyes, Robinpaw looks at his mentor expecting to not even see him scathed.
But the reality of the sight is quite the opposite. His pelt and underbelly was covered in blood, and Robinpaw doubts that blood came entirely from the fox.
"Tornstride!" Robinpaw exclaims in shock, expecting his mentor to say something- do something, yet all he does is breathlessly stare at Robinpaw. As blood from his belly trickles down and stains the grass, the light fades from his eyes. The night pelted tom's legs give in, and so must his heart, because when he falls he never gets up again.
Tornstride, the invincible warrior, Robinpaw's mentor and wise teacher was dead before his very paws.
Yet Robinpaw does not cry, he just... stares with an agape jaw, a cool breeze rustling his fur and the birds in the distance chirping.
As if nothing had ever happened.
// this was a one off attack! a patrol can be said to look for the fox but it is gone unless they want to find it before it leaves the territory! also sorry if this is stupid I made it up like, literally made this whole thing up as I went
