- May 30, 2023
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don't try to rush your enemies .
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/ your normal gore ! nothing is blown out of proportion, but will provide a summary below.
A quiet evening for a simple patrol meant to bring back prey for their fellow clanmates, but it seemed Oakfang’s luck had finally worn thin, nearing the owl tree of an unspoken threat lurking just on the far shore of the river leading to Fourtress. The air was crisp, smelling of ThunderClan with an evanescent territory that changed with the seasons, bringing about hardship and grief, but they were resilient creatures, birthed out of underlying stubbornness to succeed.
He would have laughed then, but now faced with a screeching owl that fluttered its wings above them, trees barren had provided them with less cover. If he had the time, Oakfang would have cursed his luck, but within a second, feeling as if moons had passed when talons struck his form, curling into the grooves of his back, drawing out a pained snarl against clenched teeth. His ears buzzed, pain shooting up his frame in white hot stripes of agony that throbbed beneath amber hues.
His paws momentarily left the safety of the ground, body twisting haphazardly until the owl released its grip with a screech. He landed unceremoniously on the cold, unforgiving ground with a gurgled hiss, wounds blistering with heat. It had been sudden, almost blindingly so, unprepared and certainly not on his to-do list of tasks.
The smokey warrior shuddered, dreading the loud screech that came back with a vengeance, talons outstretched to hook its claws into its prey when Oakfang lashed out toward its frame in a desperate act to move despite the crippling pain, ichor painting the powdered ground, not nearly as strong to prevent them from slashing against his eyes, leaving his world a dark pit of nothingness.
His chest constricted, ears swerving upon his helm hoping to pinpoint where it was, white-hot agony setting fire to every nerve and drawing a pained hiss against clenched teeth, ichor welling up in rivets to pool down his face and dribbling down his chin, saturating the ground a crimson hue that gradually turned a sluggish brown.
His mind threatening to pull him under with loud, pained breaths Oakfang collapsed in a heap of mind-numbing pain, barely holding onto his consciousness to hear the screech of the owl returning. If he had fallen unconscious, then the smokey warrior wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference, hazy vision nothing more than colorless, overcome by the throb of pain that pulsed in tandem with the rapid beat of his heart.
My last adventure. He thought, maw moving, disoriented that he had not realized he’d spoken them out loud as his breath wheezed past clenched teeth, jaw aching. To die now. Oakfang wondered how it came to this. He would have laughed, but the thought brought pain and made him think otherwise, settling for a low-sounding chuff, one filled with bittersweet amusement on a tittering consciousness.
/ a simple hunting patrol gone wrong, oakfang is brutally attacked by a hungry owl suffering permanent blindness and injuries. still semi-conscious, but in a lot of pain. go ahead and powerplay oakfang ! won't be able to do much. if you want your character to get injured, draw the owl way, etc. then go for it ^^
A quiet evening for a simple patrol meant to bring back prey for their fellow clanmates, but it seemed Oakfang’s luck had finally worn thin, nearing the owl tree of an unspoken threat lurking just on the far shore of the river leading to Fourtress. The air was crisp, smelling of ThunderClan with an evanescent territory that changed with the seasons, bringing about hardship and grief, but they were resilient creatures, birthed out of underlying stubbornness to succeed.
He would have laughed then, but now faced with a screeching owl that fluttered its wings above them, trees barren had provided them with less cover. If he had the time, Oakfang would have cursed his luck, but within a second, feeling as if moons had passed when talons struck his form, curling into the grooves of his back, drawing out a pained snarl against clenched teeth. His ears buzzed, pain shooting up his frame in white hot stripes of agony that throbbed beneath amber hues.
His paws momentarily left the safety of the ground, body twisting haphazardly until the owl released its grip with a screech. He landed unceremoniously on the cold, unforgiving ground with a gurgled hiss, wounds blistering with heat. It had been sudden, almost blindingly so, unprepared and certainly not on his to-do list of tasks.
The smokey warrior shuddered, dreading the loud screech that came back with a vengeance, talons outstretched to hook its claws into its prey when Oakfang lashed out toward its frame in a desperate act to move despite the crippling pain, ichor painting the powdered ground, not nearly as strong to prevent them from slashing against his eyes, leaving his world a dark pit of nothingness.
His chest constricted, ears swerving upon his helm hoping to pinpoint where it was, white-hot agony setting fire to every nerve and drawing a pained hiss against clenched teeth, ichor welling up in rivets to pool down his face and dribbling down his chin, saturating the ground a crimson hue that gradually turned a sluggish brown.
His mind threatening to pull him under with loud, pained breaths Oakfang collapsed in a heap of mind-numbing pain, barely holding onto his consciousness to hear the screech of the owl returning. If he had fallen unconscious, then the smokey warrior wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference, hazy vision nothing more than colorless, overcome by the throb of pain that pulsed in tandem with the rapid beat of his heart.
My last adventure. He thought, maw moving, disoriented that he had not realized he’d spoken them out loud as his breath wheezed past clenched teeth, jaw aching. To die now. Oakfang wondered how it came to this. He would have laughed, but the thought brought pain and made him think otherwise, settling for a low-sounding chuff, one filled with bittersweet amusement on a tittering consciousness.
/ a simple hunting patrol gone wrong, oakfang is brutally attacked by a hungry owl suffering permanent blindness and injuries. still semi-conscious, but in a lot of pain. go ahead and powerplay oakfang ! won't be able to do much. if you want your character to get injured, draw the owl way, etc. then go for it ^^
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