- May 3, 2023
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Plaguepaw was beginning to doubt his resolve. Searching for a twoleg to call his own was harder than catching prey. Weeks trailed by since his last conversation with Momowhisker and so far nothing fruitful came of it. Even after following the prim and proper tom's advice twolegs remained elusive or aloof to his advances. To make matters worse his class of apprentices graduated ahead of him, leaving him behind in the category of paw. His luck was abysmal during the assessment and Quillstrike was less than pleased when learning of his results. Defeated, he decided to return early. It seemed tonight would birth the same results as every other night before it. Wearing a sullen expression the overgrown apprentice scales a wooden fence, perching momentarily before dropping into someone's backyard with a hefty thud.
His shoulder bumps against a shiny bin on the way down, rattling the strange structure with a light thrum as he rights himself. However, before he could get far there is a guttural noise that captures his attention from somewhere above. Dark paws pivot, his head swiveling to spot a raccoon poking its head out from the trash can he startled. Plaguepaw's grizzled pelt prickled with unease as the nocturnal creature spilled out from its hovel, unceremoniously landing before him with yellow fangs glinting. "Get back! I'm warning you!" He hissed, back arched and twin tails puffed. He hoped to out posture the frothing beast before him, to call its bluff and make it run away. But that plan backfires instantly when the raccoon charges at full speed.
Turquoise eyes stretch wide in alarm. Immediately he turned tail, sprinting for cover as Quillstrike's training vanished from his mind. Sprinting all around the yard created a cacophony of noise. Trash cans were toppled, a hanging flower pot was smashed, and the neighbor's dog added to the mix with erratic barking. In his panic he found himself cornered. His assailant dove upon him, sinking teeth into the flesh of his shoulder and claws across his face. Splitting skin around his eye and maw. A shout of pain erupts from his jaws as his own free paw moves to seek purchase across the flesh of his attacker. But he's pinned and he can't seem to do anything to get away.
A door swings open flooding the area with a warm light as a twoleg stands there brandishing a long branch. In a flash she shoves it in their direction, poking repetitively at the raccoon pummeling him until it releases its hold and runs away. Bloodied and wounded Plaguepaw glanced up with blurry vision. The woman dropped her makeshift weapon, crouching over him with what sounded like panicked murmurs. Long limbs stretch forth to tenderly cradle his crumpled form as he feels the world slip away and sleep welcome him.
His shoulder bumps against a shiny bin on the way down, rattling the strange structure with a light thrum as he rights himself. However, before he could get far there is a guttural noise that captures his attention from somewhere above. Dark paws pivot, his head swiveling to spot a raccoon poking its head out from the trash can he startled. Plaguepaw's grizzled pelt prickled with unease as the nocturnal creature spilled out from its hovel, unceremoniously landing before him with yellow fangs glinting. "Get back! I'm warning you!" He hissed, back arched and twin tails puffed. He hoped to out posture the frothing beast before him, to call its bluff and make it run away. But that plan backfires instantly when the raccoon charges at full speed.
Turquoise eyes stretch wide in alarm. Immediately he turned tail, sprinting for cover as Quillstrike's training vanished from his mind. Sprinting all around the yard created a cacophony of noise. Trash cans were toppled, a hanging flower pot was smashed, and the neighbor's dog added to the mix with erratic barking. In his panic he found himself cornered. His assailant dove upon him, sinking teeth into the flesh of his shoulder and claws across his face. Splitting skin around his eye and maw. A shout of pain erupts from his jaws as his own free paw moves to seek purchase across the flesh of his attacker. But he's pinned and he can't seem to do anything to get away.
A door swings open flooding the area with a warm light as a twoleg stands there brandishing a long branch. In a flash she shoves it in their direction, poking repetitively at the raccoon pummeling him until it releases its hold and runs away. Bloodied and wounded Plaguepaw glanced up with blurry vision. The woman dropped her makeshift weapon, crouching over him with what sounded like panicked murmurs. Long limbs stretch forth to tenderly cradle his crumpled form as he feels the world slip away and sleep welcome him.
-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ skyclan apprentice / thirteen moons old / he/him ┈┈┈┈
