- May 7, 2023
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"No, you have to go limp," Sedgepounce instructs, much to the chagrin of his pale-furred test subject. They're sequestered in the sandy hollow outside Rabbit's Run, though the lack of solid footing is quickly becoming a hindrance rather than a help—Sedgepounce tries to square his paws in the yielding dirt, and then tries once again to carry Foxglare on his back.
When the dogs attacked on the journey, cats dropped like flies. It was crazy. Left and right, flanks were torn. Legs were crushed. The WindClanners were mostly successful in leading the brutes away, but dragging the wounded to safety? Carrying Stormpaw all the way to the Highstones? That was a different story.
Sedgepounce doesn't want to be stuck in the same predicament again. Thus, training. If he can be better prepared to carry cats out of the battle field, their chances of getting trampled or thrashed is lessened. And Foxglare is the best test dummy because, well...he's the only cat that'll go along with Sedgepounce's harebrained ideas without much persuading. He did have to agree to take the next dawn patrol, though.
With no small amount of difficulty, Sedge worms a shoulder under Foxglare's side and rolls the tom onto his back. He tries to stand. He succeeds, kind of. His legs wobble and he can feel Foxglare's unamused look boring into the side of his head. He tries to take a step. It's like being crushed under a monster's blackened paw. "Why...'re you...so...heavy," Sedgepounce wheezes, and is prompty squashed like a bug when his legs give out under him, falling to the floor with a lung-stricken oof.
// pls wait for @FOXGLARE !!
When the dogs attacked on the journey, cats dropped like flies. It was crazy. Left and right, flanks were torn. Legs were crushed. The WindClanners were mostly successful in leading the brutes away, but dragging the wounded to safety? Carrying Stormpaw all the way to the Highstones? That was a different story.
Sedgepounce doesn't want to be stuck in the same predicament again. Thus, training. If he can be better prepared to carry cats out of the battle field, their chances of getting trampled or thrashed is lessened. And Foxglare is the best test dummy because, well...he's the only cat that'll go along with Sedgepounce's harebrained ideas without much persuading. He did have to agree to take the next dawn patrol, though.
With no small amount of difficulty, Sedge worms a shoulder under Foxglare's side and rolls the tom onto his back. He tries to stand. He succeeds, kind of. His legs wobble and he can feel Foxglare's unamused look boring into the side of his head. He tries to take a step. It's like being crushed under a monster's blackened paw. "Why...'re you...so...heavy," Sedgepounce wheezes, and is prompty squashed like a bug when his legs give out under him, falling to the floor with a lung-stricken oof.
// pls wait for @FOXGLARE !!