another way out | escape attempt


"YOU'RE NOT A PART TIME GOD"​
As his teeth found purchase in the belly of the traitor, Houndthistle's mouth flooded with irony warmth but his eyes glittered in anger, a predator who's prey had gotten away with only the secondary targets in his sight left to take that anger out on. As claws gripped his head, ripping into the sensitive fur and kicking at his cheeks, Houndthistle reacted purely on instinct. Rearing his head back, he slammed downward, aiming to ram Jasperglare's spine into the ground before wedging a paw between his head and the other's body. With a snarl, he ripped his head away, feeling claws rip and tear and gouge his flesh, splattering blood into the space between the two of them into the night air. Caterwauls, hisses, and screeches filled the air like music to his ears, the pounding of his veins as crimson flooded from the opened wounds roared in his ears like drums, and as his amber eyes caught the light, glinting red, he gazed down for only a moment at Jasperglare, mouth hung open as hot breath billowed from his lips, red matting his chin and mane to almost pitch black in the shadows. That heartbeat, as he looked at a former clanmate, held no empathy, no thoughts were behind those eyes except kill.

With speed of a cat who's killed before, Houndthistle aims to snap his jaws around the other's throat and, if successful, would hold on until either someone ripped Jasperglare from him or Jasperglare stopped moving beneath him.
//attempting to killing bite @Jasperglare unless interrupted/thwarted
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It's not an even battle, these cats are fighting for their lives and for each other desperate and stupid but driven by a need for flawed righteousness. She hates them deeply, the fact she'd shared meals with them fought besides them even laughed with them makes bile want to rise into her throat, they pretended they were apart of Windclan only to choose a single cursed cat to risk their lives for. Her claws tig themselves into the ground pain surging within them at the force she uses to try and keep herself rooted it's not as successful as she wants she still is almost thrown to the side when Coalfoot leaps onto her just as her jaws wrap around Coldsnap's warm neck, she can taste his blood as her own begins to seep down her fur she bites with intent to kill but misses her mark his jugular is painfully close but she still wouldn't let go, adrenaline keeping her from feeling the brunt of her wound, her paws threaten to buckle and if she'd even been a couple moons younger she wouldn't have been able to handle his weight starclan she can barely handle it now. She isn't as bulky as Coldsnap but she isn't wiry and slim like many of her clanmates, her body hasn't filled out all the way but she's already taller then some of the warriors.

She can taste blood flow into her maw and the skin stretch it's different then the way she'd held onto Chrysalispaw, she hadn't bit that hard then nor had the apprentice stupidly wrenched himself away like Coldnap does, the skin can't stretch and she's left falling backwards at her own force a chunk of flesh hanging from her jaws. It's a trophy, and a grizzly reminder to the warrior she was latched onto that if he hadn't been saved by Coalfoot he'd be bleeding out far far quicker then he is now. Her ears prick and she can make out the feeling of a weight being pulled off her and instinctually she whips around clumsily, no no they couldn't get away she wouldn't let them. They had to pay! Sootstar was hurt, she'd been mocked the entire clan had been for housing a bunch of dirt munching foxhearts for this many moons!

She cannot tackle them both but one thing crosses her mind when she sees Coalfoot's gaze once more. Her movements are clumsy she has to be fast and in the seconds of chaos she lashes out with two unsheathed paws in a frenzy she aims for @coalfoot 's eyes in an attempt to blind him in one or both eyes it's not a precise movement, it's made in a fury from a bad position there was a likeliehood her claws wouldn't strike where she wanted them to. ​
( PLACE ME IN MY CASKET TONIGHT ; BECAUSE IM ALREADY DYING INSIDE )
 
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The teeth that find his face do not burrow too deeply, for Tigerfrost had lurched away in time for fangs to graze across fur and skin, just as Sootchaser slams into Jasperglare to knock him away. Breath comes heavy and pained as Tigerfrost rises to his three uninjured paws, his fourth hanging limply through the bitter cold air as screeches, hisses, and yowls split the frozen skies. Hellish eyes shift back toward the fight just in time to see Houndthistle slamming Jasperglare to the hard ground, and a thrill spills into the chimera's eyes as he lunges for his former opponent once more.

While Houndthistle goes for the killing bite, Tigerfrost lunges back into the fray, circling around as he aims to slam his upper frame into the back of Jasperglare's body, practically laying on the guy and hopefully pinning the former rogue's hindlegs and haunches where they could not kick out in an attempt to escape from Houndthistle's potentially fatal bite. Oh, he would enjoy seeing the life fade from this one's eyes. Truthfully, Tigerfrost would have preferred that their victim be Dandelionwish himself, but the former medicine cat was out of reach for now. Jasperglare would have to do.

((attempting to assist @HOUNDTHISTLE with @Jasperglare ​
 
TAGS — So many cats spring immediately into action, kicking up a great flurry of snow and fur and teeth throughout the camp. It's overwhelming, so much to keep track of in her weary state. Firepaw tears off after Dandelionwish, valiantly throwing herself at him with the bravery and enthusiasm of a seasoned warrior; it would be admirable to the still paralyzed molly if she were thinking straight. She's followed by several of their seniors, a ravenous pack forming in pursuit of the treacherous tom, soon to be detained once again — they've tackled him!

Only for Coalfoot to intercept, tossing Firepaw aside with ferocity. Then Jasperglare, too, is damned, leaping into the fray in defense of that weed. The prophecy has swiftly come to pass, dissent blossoming within the clan, its sickly petals unfurling within seconds and infecting cats left and right with its treacherous spores. How could these cats turn against their own clanmates without question? All for what? Another traitorous, worthless medicine cat? Is the position cursed? they wonder numbly. How long before Vulturemask falls as well? Their legs feel weak, shaky.

Sootstar's shriek suddenly tears through the night, rising above the caterwauling with piercing might. Kill the traitorous viper. Icepaw's heart leaps in response, stirred by the call to action... and yet her paws stay rooted to the ground, where she stands in a slight crouch, still unable to do anything other than gawk at the unfolding skirmish like a moron. A supremely terrified moron. Her heart feels like it might burst out of her chest and her ears are ringing, almost drowning out the cacophonous song of battle. Why is she so scared? This isn't SkyClan — it's familiar ground, full of familiar faces. (That's what makes it so terrifying.) Smokepaw, charging ahead as fearlessly as his sister, throwing himself at Coldsnap. Another loss, another newfound stranger, this time attacking Sootstar herself! Thymeroot, too, she can see fighting on the wrong side. They feel nauseous. Why are there sides? Who else might suddenly turn at any moment? How high are the odds of her being attacked by someone she thought she could trust as soon as she makes a move? A fellow tunneler, another apprentice? Her throat's starting to dry up and constrict.

Her eyes suddenly lock on Tigerfrost snapping viciously at tiny little Daisypaw, a chilling sight that makes their blood run cold. It's underscored by a disembodied cackle that only adds to the horror of it all. Their gaze flits back to Sootstar; she's being aided by Firepaw now, too, who fights alongside her brother. Where's Rainpaw during all of this, Icepaw suddenly wonders? Is she here, among the thrall? Or is she lucky enough to be out on a nighttime patrol right now? They don't see her, but that isn't saying much at all. Her frosted breaths are quickly turning into wheezes. Her vision is swimming a bit. She feels dizzy.

Oh, StarClan, she hasn't done anything! Everyone here is fighting tooth and claw right now, and all she's done is stand here and panic — quite a shameful fall from grace after her performance in the raid. She should've known that was just a fluke. But— there's still time to act, and her comrades (who can she call that for sure?) need help. Firepaw and Smokepaw — she darts over on unsteady paws, still breathing heavily and rapidly, panting as if she's even done anything of use. Sootstar is with them, but — right, she's so heavily pregnant! Still capable, surely, but undoubtedly slowed down, and the sight of her two peers facing off against Coldsnap and Coalfoot with or without the extra assistance is deeply alarming. Coalfoot. She'd risked everything for him and all the other sick cats. Jasperglare, too! And this is how they repay her, and everyone else who'd put their lives on the line during the SkyClan raid?

She skids to a halt behind the black and white tom, nearly toppling over in her clumsy, panicked state. It's both indigence and the fact that Firepaw's already distracting him that embolden her to lash out at @coalfoot from the side with a clawed forepaw before Coldsnap can pull him away. It's a sorry excuse for an attack, frankly; her paw is shaky and her aim is questionable, her vision blurring further with tears that sting from the cold.

[attacking coalfoot but its a very shitty attack lol]
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TAGS — Firepaw runs to his aid and the gasoline fury reignites in his veins. He's got this- he's small, it will be hard to fight against Coldsnap, but he's got it, he's defending his mentor -there's no reason for her to interfere, right? But she does, and she tears a chunk of flesh from Coldsnap's throat when the older tom wrenches himself from Smokepaw's grip. He can still see his battle with the SkyClanner, the way Snowpaw hadn't even unsheathed his claws, the way Smokepaw had taken it like an insult- and he takes it like an insult now, that Coldsnap is so focused on Sootstar as opposed to himself. Doesn't he realize that Smokepaw is a worthy opponent? Doesn't he realize that he's to be taken seriously? So strike me, he thinks, bloodthirsty desperation shining in his amber gaze and the fresh maroon on his paws.

Sootstar yowls her intent to kill the warrior, and Smokepaw takes that like an order. There's hardly time to watch Firepaw break her attention from Coldsnap, no time to realize Icepaw has also stumbled to their aid. He's still trained on the other black tabby. There's no way he'll let the tom escape- even if he's smaller, he still knows how to use his claws. He's not afraid. He's fighting for Sootstar; for WindClan. The words they'd exchanged in the tunnels echo in his mind as Smokepaw runs after Coldsnap, jaws snapping at the older tom's heels, hoping to catch a hind leg and stumble him to prevent his escape.

/ pursuing & attacking @Coldsnap​
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He hits the ground hard, and it nearly dazes him. His head is forced to the ground and his neck laid bare, ready to be ripped open.

Was this it? Would he be free?

As Houndthistle paused to take a breath, he felt Tigerfrost pin his hind legs down. Figures. He was done for.

He reflected on his life in this brief moment. His family before it fell apart, his mother's smile, full of life and love, his little brothers when they were born and how happy his mother was...

He refused to think of the bad things. There weren't many good things, but he wanted to cherish them in these final moments. Even Spiderbloom crossed his mind. Would she miss him? Would she care?

It didn't matter anymore. It was over. He stopped struggling.

He had just accepted death..... When he remembered. His father still lived.... He couldn't let that bastard live while he died here. No. He had to do something.

He remembered Spiderbloom telling him to let it go. The memory lit him up with anger again. No. Never.

He needed a plan. A last ditch effort.

There wasn't much he could do.......He could play dead. He's done it before. It fooled coyotes and other cats...... Would it save him this time too?

He let Houndthistle bite him. It was risky.... But he choked, gasped, struggled for flair, and then sighed, closing his eyes and going limp.

He hoped it worked, but if it didn't, well, sucks for him, doesn't it?

@HOUNDTHISTLE @TIGERFROST
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"BECAUSE COWBOY DAN'S A MAJOR PLAYER IN THE COWBOY SCENE"​
Everything suddenly goes from very loud to very quiet as Houndthistle's ears tune in to try and listen to the pulse of the cat he had trapped between his jaws. The taste of iron was overwhelming as he held, Jasperglare's struggling beneath his grip making Houndthistle snarl like a dog with horrible resource guarding, fur along his spine bristling wildly while his shortened tail kinked. The throbbing pulse under his tongue seemed to go with his own heartbeat, both racing and roaring to go faster to see who could outpace who, a final hurrah, but Jasperglare's thrumming heart was like a rabbit in comparison to Houndthistle's slamming beats, racking his skull so hard as the adrenaline started to wane from peaking. Injuries blossomed in horrible pain as he felt slick warmth ooze from his injuries, the thumping of his legs and shoulder from taking the tumble with Jaggedoak, sending shocks throughout his veins that would spike his lowering adrenaline so suddenly he could feel a headache already beginning to dawn.

Once he felt the pulse weaken significantly did Houndthistle release, swiping blood from his fangs to stare one final time down at Jasperglare, really committing the ginger tom's face to memory before his eyes dragged up to rest on Tigerfrost. A flurry of movement, quickly, caught his attention before he could say anything and looked toward the direction of camp, realizing there were still, indeed, traitors within the walls of camp. Without a second thought or much time for a rest, he growled to Tigerfrost and Sootchaser, "They're still in camp, c'mon!" and turned, racing in the direction of Coldsnap and Coalfoot, hoping to cut off their escape route.
// attempting to intercept @Coldsnap and @coalfoot , tagging @TIGERFROST @SOOTCHASER
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The tom beneath him goes limp, but the adrenaline still pulses through the chimera's veins. His heart races as he locks eyes with Houndthistle, glistening and fiery and so full of rage. He rises upon his three, uninjured paws, and offers a stiff nod as he bolts back toward camp alongside Houndthistle, and hopefully Sootchaser. The trio would be akin to an unyielding shield, intercepting the remaining traitors who tried so desperately to escape the confines of WindClan's hollow. As he limps onward, Tigerfrost finds himself face to face with both Coldsnap and Coalfoot in their scramble to escape. He wastes no time in planting himself firmly in the path of the exit, and with the much larger form of Houndthistle at his side, the stalward loyalists were surely an imposing sight. Bloodied, battered, and bruised, their eyes still glowed with life, and a chilling demand for retribution.

((moving to try and intercept @Coldsnap and @coalfoot escape, helping @HOUNDTHISTLE ))​
 
"BUT I STILL HAVEN'T FOUND WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR"​
Coalfoot steps to the side just in time for her claws to not snag a hold of his pelt like she wanted. Their tips barely grazed his plush pelt, barely scraping the skin. She wasn't done yet. She wouldn't give up yet. The warrior lunges forward with gnashing incisors, breaking skin into punctures as she makes contact into her target's shoulder. The iron tang of blood wells in her maw, flowing across her tongue and down her cheeks. The taste makes her want to wretch. The succulent taste of her prey was so different than this, it was sweet and satisfying. His blood tasted bitter with a certain sourness. Sedgerunner hangs on despite the taste before he yanks his shoulder out of her mouth; what was once punctures now become deep lacerations as her teeth ripped through flesh before letting go finally.
His sudden yank and a hard kick to her chest caused her jaw to snap close too soon, her own tongue being bitten by the front of her teeth in the process. Her own blood wells up now, but she swallows it without a second thought. He makes a beeline for the tusseling Coldsnap and Sootstar, while Firepaw has a hold over the dark warriors neck. The chocolate tabby stands there for a moment while trying to soak the oxygen baxk into her lungs, gasping and choking. A kick like that to her throat would've been near deterimental to her. Luckily, she shakes it off quickly.
As Coldsnap finds an exit, he screams for the other tom to run before attempting to himself. Sedgerunner snaps out of her staring, long limbs carrying her forth as she aims to slam her weight onto Coalfoot's shoulders just as Firepaw is aiming for the eyes. She aims to pin him down while her claws threatened to dig intk his wounded shoulder, to prevent him from his escape if she was successful. Those previous looming thoughts of anxiety were shoved down into a pit somewhere now as her mind was elsewhere. She felt as if she were elsewhere looking down upon her body as it fought like never before.

attempting to pin @coalfoot I AM SO SORRY FOR THE PINGS AHHH!

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【◈】Time seemed to stretch itself out, Coalfoot staring with wide and fearful eyes as Coldsnap viciously detached himself from his assailants, leaving parts of himself with them. It was Firepaw that snapped him out of it, only a fraction of a gasp able to pull itself in before the claws came down, one missing but the other striking home across his face.

He couldn't help the strangled cry that followed, jerking back and shoving hard at whatever part of Firepaw he could reach. He had only just forced his eye open from the blood that oozed into it from Sootstar's scratch. His heart beat impossibly faster, his face on fire from the mixture of injuries he had sustained. He couldn't see. Had he been blinded?

The newfound scratch along his side from Icepaw is barely felt. Coldsnap yanks him away with enough force that he flinches, and yet another set of paws slam down on him from above. His chest lurches from the impact, and another spark of adrenaline surges into his veins. Don't die. Can't die. Can't die. Escape. Get out.

Something unnatural seems to overtake him then, Coalfoot twisting about like an oiled snake and kicking into Sedgerunner's belly, hard. Whether or not he dislodges her he squirms right out from beneath her, on his paws in an instant and frenzied eye whipping back toward the dark tabby once more, paws already moving to carry himself after him.

Only for the exit to quickly be blocked.

For a moment the marbled warrior choked on his own breath, swallowing hard and skidding into a sharp turn to avoid their clutches. He frantically made a wide arc around the cluster of apprentices and warriors, leaping out of the way of any stray attempts and circling around to the back of the camp, urging Coldsnap to stay close.

With muscles bunched, his body lowered into a half-crouch in preparation for any further evasive maneuvers. He was on the defensive now, clearly with no intention to let any of them closer as he searched frantically for any possible solution to their current predicament. He was finding it exceedingly difficult to think in the chaos, and for a brief moment, he wondered if his heart would beat out of his chest.

"Don't fight them," he urged Coldsnap in a small rasp, gaze flickering about only in brief spurts before returning back to his Clanmates. The momentary standoff was a welcome respite, a chance to sit and think about his options. Exit blocked. They would be grabbed if they tried to run past. Splitting up would be risky. There were far more of them, and bringing them down one at a time would be near impossible.

Coalfoot's stare stopped on the gorse wall around them, then the cluster of apprentices, then the blockade. Would they have a better chance of trying to break through the wall? It was dense, he knew. He had spent much time fortifying it in the past. If anything, it would surely tear them to shreds. Did they have any other option? He would have to think more. He couldn't.

Slowly, he shuffled closer to Coldsnap, staring warily at the lot of them. "I told you!" he shouted, cracked from a dry throat. Stall for time, catch his breath. "This didn't have to happen! Blood didn't need to spill!" Where was Dandelionwish now, then? Had he managed to escape?
[penned by its_oliverr].
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He's bloodied and injured, but the fight is far from gone in him. Adreniline courses through his body, makes his blood roar with the rush of battle, with the need to survive. Never in his life have the odds been so against him, never has a task seemed so impossible, and the knowledge of this has trigged a response in him that has summoned everything he has to give- because he knows that if he doesn't call on it all now, he's lost whatever slim chance for survival there may be. And if it was just him left standing there he wouldn't have run. He would have stood and fought, would have gone down in mass of writhing claws and fangs, blood painting the camp as he took as many with him as he could.

But Coalfoot was still here. The cat who'd cried in fear of losing their life to illness only a few months prior, and he knows its not an option. He has to get them out, can't leave him to suffer that same fate even if a part of him felt like he would do it just so Coldsnap didn't have to do it alone.

As they finally manage to break away from the group of apprentices, his heel missing the clack of jaws as Smokepaw tried to trip him up (I rolled a nat 1 for it landing, im so sorry!!!!) there was a brief moment when he felt like they might make it- only for Thistlehound and Tigerfrost to come charging through the tunnel to block them. Blazing yellow eyes met those of Tigerfrost for the briefest of moments before Coalfoot was knocking him away in a sharp turn, the pair bolting for the back of camp instead.

Was this it? Were they going to die here?

He pauses for a moment to catch his breath, pressing against the smaller tom as yellow eyes look for a way out- any way at all- before landing on the walls of the camp. They were reinforced yes, but it was only plants, plants that would cut and hurt and tangle, but not kill. If he can brute force his way through them, he can get him and Coalfoot out. As the other shouts in fury at the Windclanners -of which he no longer sees himself a part of, he leans over and whispers tot he other, "The walls. It's out only shot. We aren't getting out through the exit and they aren't going to bargain."

It's their only chance now.

So he turns and he begins to claw his way into the tangles of gorse, ignoring the sting of scratches being torn into his flesh as he fights against the plants to try and reach the other side before he's caught. He can only hope that Coalfoot is trying as well, that his smaller body will let him slip through the gaps more easily.
 
Traitors, traitors who spill their Clanmates' blood over a cat StarClan had damned, who attack their leader, his pregnant mate, and expect to leave this camp alive. Weaselclaw's fury is red-hot, blazing like an inferno beneath his thin tabby pelt, as he advances on the fox-hearts trying to dig their way through the gorse.

Pathetic. An idiotic idea. Both of their useless, tarnished paws had worked to reinforce these walls. They are dense, dense as stone, and as Weaselclaw closes in on them, he begins to snarl. His lip is lifted to reveal a full set of fangs.

"You're no better than your traitor mentor," he hisses to Coldsnap. "Actually, you're worse. She just abandoned a queen -- you've attempted to kill one. My queen."

He unsheathes his claws, flexing their deadly points into the earth. His growls rumble in his throat and chest, deep and threatening. "I will kill you where you stand. I will rid the forest of you. If you have harmed my mate, my kits, I will follow you into the afterlife and kill you again and again and again."

Weaselclaw gives a furious yowl before launching himself onto Coldsnap's back. His claws are unsheathed, intending to dig into his skin and pelt and hold him in place. His intent is to pile drive the gray tom into the ground -- either way, he aims a murderous bite to the back of his neck.​

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He tears at the gorse wall, biting and clawing, ripping through stalks and thorns and doing his best to ignore the stinging bite of fur being ripped out in chunks, legs and paws growing bloody with jagged scratches. He had spent his life reinforcing these walls, knew them like he knew the back of his ways, and if the wall were going to have any weak spots in it, it would be here. He's making progress but its slow going- too slow. And he knows he's run out of time when he hears the voice of Weaselclaw echo through the camp as the tom begins to close the distance between the escaping cats and himself.

"Keep going!" he shouts toward Coalfoot, backing out of the little hole he's managed to make and turning toward the noise just as a body collides with his own. He grunts as the weight crashes down on him, but he's heard their approach and he's managed to brace for it, tipping to the side instead so that they both go toppling onto their sides. He rolls with the momentum, trying to slam Weasel between him and the ground in hopes of winding him.

. He can feel the toms teeth in the back of his neck, can feel the bite of more claws digging in along his shoulders, and he hates that its come to this. He's known Weasel for as long as he's been a part of Windclan, has always viewed him as a respectable cat regardless of what problems they'd caused for the group, but there's no room for nostalgia now, no room for anything other than his own survival.

"Pick a mate who gives a damn next time!" he snarled, thrashing and twisting in their grip.

His friends lives were about to be ended, Sootstar herself trying to claw the face of one just so she could watch him choke on his own blood- did they really think Coldsnap was thinking about her or her fucking kits in that moment? Hell, the fact that she was pregnant at all had ceased to even exist in his mind. All there'd been room for was the need to protect his friends. But what of her? Had she been out there to protect someone? Had she been doing something noble or absolutely necessary?

No, she hadn't.

Soot was the one who'd chosen to storm onto the battlefield as pregnant as she was, she was the one who'd lost her self-control and thrown herself into a frenzy of desperate cats when she had an entire fucking clan at her disposal to fight on her behalf. She hadn't needed to go anywhere near the danger, but the truth was, she'd cared more about hurting Coalfoot than she had about keep herself and her kits safe- and Coldsnap would not bare the guilt of attacking her in a moment of desperation to save his friends when she'd had no business being out there in the first place.

Weasels love for her was valid and Cold understood his need to protect her, but he knows his own feelings toward Dandelion and Coal are valid too, and that he isn't wrong for protecting them in any way he can.

So he twists and he thrashes lashing out with hind legs and claws in an attempt to rip through any expanse of flesh he can dig his nails into. Struggles and snarls until eventually, he tears himself free with more injuries added to the roster.

He scrabbles to his feet and rounds to face the older tom, prepared to continue the fight, prepared to give Coalfoot as much time as he can digging through the wall, when he hears them call for him.

"Coldsnap, I'm through! Hurry!"

He knows he'll still have to push through himself, that the trail has been made easier but that it will still leave him torn and shredded on the other side, but it's better than dying inside this camp, at the claws of cats he never should have put so much faith in to begin with. So he pushes back his instinct to lunge, and instead he turns and bolts toward the wall with everything he has, glad that his legs are all still working and that blood loss isn't catching up to him yet. He slams into the wall and wedges himself into the opening Coalfoot has made, hissing with pain as he brute forces his way through thorns and tangles knots of plants, fur coming out in clumps and skin blossoming red as deep scratches score their way into his flesh.

It's pain, it's agony, but it's not teeth in his throat or hooked claws shredding his stomach. He can bare it, and he fights his way forward until finally -finally- he's breaking through to the other side where a half-mangled Coalfoot is waiting for him.

And then, they run.

OOC- had to do a bit of rushing and I apologize for that, but we wanted to get these two out of your guys' hair so that this thread can be wrapped up- we wanted them to get out and it was decided last minute (with Avas permission) that they could break through a weak spot in the wall to do so, and since we don't want to drag it out for you guys we're just wrapping that up really quickly in these last posts :D Coal and Cold can be considered out after Oliverrs next post, making a beeline for the border.
 
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Teeth find their way in Thymeroot's face, biting down on the warrior's muzzle. Sharp, stinging pain fills the area as he pushes back at Tigerfrost, tears himself away from the attack.

Blood erupts, and crimson fills his senses - coppery tinge to the moor's scent, to the already soured taste in his mouth.

"Run!" he shouts once more, though he's lost sight of Dandelionwish amidst the chaos. The flower-adorned tom can only hope he hears him now.

This isn't home anymore.

Maybe it never was. Stars only know, what these fiends had planned for him, for Shrewtuft, for Dandelionwish. If his brother hadn't tried to make a run for it, what would his fate have been? Thymeroot's? Shrewtuft's? Would they have planned to kill them all? They couldn't have expected for Thymeroot to oblige to anything they would have done to Dandelionwish, right?

"Thymeroot!"

His name.

His name is shouted from somewhere amidst the battlefield and he stops. How foolish of him, to pause, to search for the source of the voice. To meet his sister's gaze, a fright-filled shade of amber. Thymeroot can't leave her here.

"Shrewtuft!" he calls back to her, the best he can with the wounds his face now carries. Her name feels foreign in his mouth, despite its familiarity. Clumsy. Forced. "I'm--"

"I'm sorry. Come with me. We'll be okay. It's not safe here."

Words he doesn't have a chance to say, before claws strike his face again. Again, but not Tigerfrost. Rather, Gravelpaw. Menacing, the kid tries to be, but he's smaller than him, still learning how to be a warrior. Thymeroot swipes at the child in an effort to push him away.

"Get back!" he shouts at him, holding up a paw, threatening to strike again.

He realizes then, that his brother is no longer in sight. Panic fills him. Where...? Where'd he go..? Blue gaze quickly scans the battlefield for his brother, but he's gone. As if he was never here, as if this battle was all for nothing.

And maybe it was, now. Maybe it was.

This isn't home anymore.

The rest of the warriors are distracted, busy fighting Coalfoot and Coldsnap. And, Thymeroot... Thymeroot takes this as his own moment to escape. He knows he cannot aid in their battle with his own injuries, now. The tom takes one last look for his sister, before bolting, pain-ridden and covered in his own blood.

Keep us safe. Keep us safe.

// out! called out to @SHREWTUFT and attacked @GRAVELPAW, before ultimately running off! also a bit rushed to help wrap up the thread - let me know if things need changing!​
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———————————————【 coalfoot | windclan | male 】——————————————
【◈】He wasn't the only one looking for an escape, Coldsnap's stare flitting about just the same as his own. The tabby voiced what had already crossed his mind, but he hadn't wanted it to come to that. Yet as he gave one last look to the line of WindClanners lined up by the tunnel, death in their eyes, there was no other decision to be had.

Immediately the larger tom turns and begins to claw into the walls, but there's no time to sit and think about how much pain it'll cause. He hovers nearby, fur standing on end and claws sunken into the earth as his former Clanmates close in for the kill. Weaselclaw is the first to break rank, snarling bloody murder and viciously attacking Coldsnap.

Coalfoot's muscles bunch, prepared to join the attack, but the dark tabby reels right back out of the wall to engage. Another glance is thrown to the others. Some were tangling with NPCs, no longer paying attention to him, confident in the structure of their defenses. His blood was roaring in his ears. He wasn't thinking about that now. He was only thinking about surviving. If he stayed for much longer, he wouldn't.

So he flung himself at that wall with everything he had, clawing and tearing and biting his way deeper and deeper into the biting mass. Thorns tore at his face, his chest, his legs, his paws. He ducked his head at a vain attempt of protecting his eyes. Blood coated formerly white paws, dampened dark fur and slicked it to his already skinny form.

A thick strand of bramble snapped, whipping around and digging deep into his side, but he pushed on, hardly giving it thought for the time being. He had to go. He would die here. It dragged along, leaving a deep gash until it was free, whipping back into place.

The darkness faded, and he could see the first strands of moonlight leaking through. Frantically Coalfoot clawed harder, shoving thorns aside and thrusting his body through whatever gaps he could create. He was gasping for breath as his head finally poked out the other side. A shadow moved before him, and teeth sank into his scruff, dragging him out and onto the snow. He staggered, but did not fall, instead letting out a screech and ferociously swiping at the figure, backing away as quickly as possible. Jaggedoak, he belatedly noticed. The other tom made no move to attack him. Friend.

The now tricolor tom gulped in a breath, wary gaze flickering from him to the wall. "Coldsnap!" he yowled as loud as he could, voice cracking. "Hurry!"

He waited on quivering paws, and no sooner was Coldsnap poking through did he work with Jaggedoak to pull him out, barely waiting for the tabby to be steady on his paws before he was taking off, his companion not far behind. Jaggedoak pursued, but he found himself paying it no mind as he fell further and further behind.

The border. They just had to get to the border. To neutral territory. They would be safe. They had to be.

So with each pounding gait of his paws leaving a flower of red upon the snowy earth, Coalfoot ran, and did not stop.

//out
taru said i could powerplay jaggedoak helping out + chasing them off!!
[penned by its_oliverr].
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