- Sep 20, 2022
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↞ RACE THE WINDS
tw: mentions of blood
Galeforce hadn't gone out that day with the intentions of engaging in a fight with another predator, but that's how his day went. He'd simply been wandering around just outside the camp without much on his mind when he spied Sunsetbreeze. He let his gaze linger on him for a little while, his thoughts drifting into strange territories and feelings that he was not familiar with. It was all rather odd, almost distressing.
However, some movement in the grass caught his attention and he shifted his focus towards it. Brown silky fur glinted between the long strands of green, at first leaving the tabby tom with feelings of bafflement. Then the panic hit like a thunderpath monster as he realised what he was seeing. It matched the creatures from the stories told to him by elders during his kithood. A weasel. Such a threat could hurt a cat, but even worse if the weasel got inside the camp and found the kits in the nursery.
It was an instant reaction with no further thought needed beyond seeking to protect Sunsetbreeze and the rest of the clan. Galeforce charged forward with his fur on end and he launched himself straight atop the weasel, catching it whilst it had been focused on the other tom. When the warrior's teeth sank into the beast's back the air was split by the sound of it shrieking in pain. It snapped it's head back around and managed to snag it's teeth into Galeforce's left foreleg. The two tangled in a vicious struggle that saw fur flying in all directions with the stench of blood in the air. It eventually fizzled to an end when Galeforce managed to pin the weasel down with a strong bite to it's throat which allowed him to suffocate his enemy. He eventually released his hold when he was sure that the thing was dead. He sat back on his haunches huffing and panting hard from exhaustion, but all he could think about was whether his friend was okay. "Are you alright?"
// @SUNSETBREEZE
Galeforce hadn't gone out that day with the intentions of engaging in a fight with another predator, but that's how his day went. He'd simply been wandering around just outside the camp without much on his mind when he spied Sunsetbreeze. He let his gaze linger on him for a little while, his thoughts drifting into strange territories and feelings that he was not familiar with. It was all rather odd, almost distressing.
However, some movement in the grass caught his attention and he shifted his focus towards it. Brown silky fur glinted between the long strands of green, at first leaving the tabby tom with feelings of bafflement. Then the panic hit like a thunderpath monster as he realised what he was seeing. It matched the creatures from the stories told to him by elders during his kithood. A weasel. Such a threat could hurt a cat, but even worse if the weasel got inside the camp and found the kits in the nursery.
It was an instant reaction with no further thought needed beyond seeking to protect Sunsetbreeze and the rest of the clan. Galeforce charged forward with his fur on end and he launched himself straight atop the weasel, catching it whilst it had been focused on the other tom. When the warrior's teeth sank into the beast's back the air was split by the sound of it shrieking in pain. It snapped it's head back around and managed to snag it's teeth into Galeforce's left foreleg. The two tangled in a vicious struggle that saw fur flying in all directions with the stench of blood in the air. It eventually fizzled to an end when Galeforce managed to pin the weasel down with a strong bite to it's throat which allowed him to suffocate his enemy. He eventually released his hold when he was sure that the thing was dead. He sat back on his haunches huffing and panting hard from exhaustion, but all he could think about was whether his friend was okay. "Are you alright?"
// @SUNSETBREEZE