RATS WITH WINGS // injury + bats

[Sharpeye]

☁ It was rare to find Sharpeye up among the tree branches, but on this particular eve that was exactly where he happened to be. It wasn't that he couldn't climb, he just didn't favour it. He just preferred the feel and the level of security that solid ground gave him. But if he wanted to catch a bird then he would have to come up to their level.

The tom stalked and leapt from branch to branch with care and skill, his small form and lightweight giving him an advantage when it came to staying quiet. But he wasn't alone up among the trees and he could hear the distinct sound of wings flapping past him every so often. It was disconcerting, but he tried to ignore it the best he could. It didn't sound like an owl, so that was another reason to not be concerned. However, as he arrived on a thick branch he took note of a large hole in the tree's trunk. Strange noises were coming from within and despite his better judgement he couldn't help but peek his head inside.

Silence.
Then came the rushing roar of shrieks and wingbeats as bats flooded out of their lair straight into Sharpeye's face. The tom reeled backwards in utter terror on just his hind paws, but he lost his balance and plummeted down through the canopy. His body went limp as he bounced off a series of branches on the way down before ultimately crashing into the bushes below. He laid there for a while before he finally mustered up the strength to mewl for help.

//Injuries: bruises, small cuts, sprained left forepaw
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[butterflytuft]

// obligatory @BLAZESTAR tag!

A pathetic apprentice, and she knows it. Her mentor is kind and sweet, and patient above all else, but she can't help but think that someone as prestigious as him should have picked someone else. She hasn't been able to bring down a single piece of prey yet, nor has she been able to win a single spar. Tree-climbing? She hasn't had the courage. Pitiful, mouse-brained, weak...all words that pass through her head as she picks her way through the pine forest alongside the burly leader on a hunt.

Her mismatched ears prick upon hearing a crash somewhere nearby, as if a bird had flown right into the boughs of a towering tree. Butterflypaw immediately looks to Blazestar, eyes wide as she mews, "What was that?!" A low groan sounds and the fur along her spine rises in eerie panic. Creepy! It's then that the scent of a clanmate is carried to her by the wind, and she can recognize the pelt hidden in undergrowth. "Sh-Sharpeye?" She calls, scurrying closer. "Are- Are you okay?"​

 

[Sharpeye]

☁ A voice says his name and inquires as to whether he was alright, which he most certainly was not. The tom winced as he struggled to right himself but his entire body burned with pain and prompted him to lay back down. Maybe it was best to give himself a minute or so before attempting to move again. "No... fell out the tree." He explained whilst craning his head up so he could peer back up at where he had been moments earlier, and as if mocking him, the bats circled above. Sharpeye would be happy to live his life without seeing another damned bat ever again.
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[Daisyflight]

"SUREFIRE, YEAH, THE SETTING SUN WANTS COMPANY"​

A clatter of needled branches fell upon her restful wandering, setting her feet ablur and ears tall. It didn’t take her long to find the cause. A stiff sigh, held in her chest for a stupored moment, was released as Daisyflight caught sight of Sharpeye- alive. Gambling up beside her daughter, soft tail brushing her side, the calico lifted a paw to prod the fallen warrior. She held off however, for fear of making anything worst.

"Slow down- what happened? I didn’t think you type to fall out of the sky." Wavering worry slipped freely, her inexperience with wounds bouying the concern. A nattering mass soon answers her question, the swirl of blackened leather scraps still flying above them.

"Bats?" The creatures were bony- too scrawny to make much of a meal. The effort of snagging one from the wisp-lights in the twoleg place had proven fruitless. Watching them scoop the moths from the air was a change of pace some nights at least. "Ah, they can be sly."

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[watson]

wait around, i'll smile again​

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The dissonant screeches slurred in a rush of leathery wings brings a disgusted shiver through the tabby's form. His pleasant evening of bird watching is interrupted by these hellish beasts and shortly after, he hears a thunk and the rustle of foliage. He freezes in place shortly, afraid that one of those things is what fell from the sky but it sounds a tad too heavy for that. Even if it is, this isn't the first time he's peeped a bat but this is his initial time seeing more than one and he hopes it's a site that won't haunt him again. Watson catches the sounds of cats mewing as he finally wills himself to go check that thunk and his frown sets firm at what he finds. "By goodness, the bats swept you from the trees? Bloody hell." Attempted murder! They're even scarier than he initially thought.

"Don't move, Sharpeye," he tuts, though the tom doesn't look like he's in any hurry to considering how he lies back down. Er, who was it that had helped Thistleback with his wound... Dawn.. Dawnglare? Watson looks around, as if the medicine cat will fall from the sky too. Nodding to Butterflypaw and Daisyflight to stay put with the tom, he toddles back toward camp in an effort to find help. "Dawnglare? We've a cat fallen and he can't get up!" Or shouldn't, for the sake of his skeleton in these spooky times.

@DAWNGLARE
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[butterflytuft]

Butterflypaw follows the tom's gaze up into the pine boughs, worried eyes flitting about. He fell? A shiver runs down her spine, dreading the day when she'll have to make an attempt at climbing one of the barked towers. She gulps and leans against her mother when she arrives, ducked head turning towards Watson. She returns his nod, glad that the medicine cat will be retrieved. Sharpeye really looks to be hurt and while the tortoiseshell wants to help, she has no clue what to do! "Um, do you need anything while we wait for Dawnglare?" She asks softly, ears angling back.​

 

[WASPFLAME]

A commotion draws the wanderer from the trees. Wasp was exploring the new territory she called home, desperate to see everything and learn her way around. It was far more of a complicated labyrinth than the streets, with every tree and rock looking so similar she couldn't remember if she had passed that particular one before or if it was new undiscovered ground.

The scene she finds is almost comical until she sees the nicks from the creatures that fly up above. Bats. She's seen them once or twice in old abandoned buildings. Nasty things if you upset them. "What'd you do to make 'em so angry?" Wasp asks, her ears flicking as she steps closer to examine the woods. "Little bastards gotcha good, that's for sure. Bet you'll be fine in a few days, s'long as the wounds don't get infected. Heard of a fella once... went mad after being bit by a bat. Or was it a rat? Forget... but some cat said they found him dead in a pool of his own spittle." It doesn't even dawn on her that her words are likely not helping the situation. She was just speaking facts.

out of character information

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• ✧ WASPFLAME —— she/her, 12 moons, skyclan warrior.
  —— a pretty, sleek red and white she-cat with blue eyes.
  —— link to bio, toyhouse. penned by regina.

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