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His heart was thudding in his chest, paws moving through the deep undergrowth. His mate, his children would not shadow him today- just fellow warriors and older apprentices who were as swift on their paws as he. Ones who were sure to feel the fear in their hearts just as he- but he did his best to keep his eyes forward, forcing his fur to lay flat. Forcing himself to take the helm on this mission. This was not like the journey. This was life or death in an all-out dash, paws sure to cross borders deep into the heart of another's territory to save their clan.
He would do anything to save his clan.
Batwing's tail twitched as they drew close to the Snakerocks, his eyes pinning forward. He turned his head, voice soft- a final set of remarks. "You run. You don't look at back- you look back, you risk your life and the clan's. We go straight across the border for the gorge." Green eyes swept back and forth. There was no softness in his tone like there had been when he comforted the apprentices after the invasion just a day before. His tone was rigid, sharp. Batwing understood hopefully as well as the next that his words weren't just for them, but for himself as well.
He inhaled sharply. There would be no comfort from his mate, no reassurance in the eyes of his best friend today. "We stick close as a pack. Ready?" He glanced towards the rear-guard scouts, ones who would hopefully be slipping away to fade into the background, hide their scents. Keep them safe. With the sets of nods and soft confirmations they were ready to risk their lives, Batwing looked back forward, inhaling deeply. His paws set in the dirt, and he broke into a run.
Breaking free from the undergrowth through Snakerocks, the pack of wolves had been resting or idling there in the sun snapped their attention towards the prey. Batwing's paws would not, could not falter. Up, over the rock, past them. Quickly. His thoughts willed him on.
Snarls and howls summoned the shadows of monsters from the forest. Just as quickly as the pack of cats had passed through did the pack of wolves turn and follow, paws ten times their size drumming into the ground. Their weight kept them just slow enough that Batwing was confident that they'd be able to do this. Come on!
// this is the big thread where the fastest cats (warriors and apprentices nine moons or older) in Thunderclan will be leading/baiting the wolves out of TC territory into WC territory!
// the pack of six wolves will follow the bait, drawn to the strong smell of cats! please note that these cannot be killed, maimed, or injured aside from some scratches - they are incredibly dangerous. if they successfully attack a grown cat or apprentice, it will lead to death or severe injury (major wounds, broken bones, disclosed joints, maiming, etc.)
// these wolves cannot be deterred from the running cats! they will not be stopping or changing direction.
// there will be a 'rear guard' following further behind the wolves for the purpose of watching and warning camp if the plan fails. they will be downwind, however, if a rear guard cat gets too close they become vulnerable to attack!
He would do anything to save his clan.
Batwing's tail twitched as they drew close to the Snakerocks, his eyes pinning forward. He turned his head, voice soft- a final set of remarks. "You run. You don't look at back- you look back, you risk your life and the clan's. We go straight across the border for the gorge." Green eyes swept back and forth. There was no softness in his tone like there had been when he comforted the apprentices after the invasion just a day before. His tone was rigid, sharp. Batwing understood hopefully as well as the next that his words weren't just for them, but for himself as well.
He inhaled sharply. There would be no comfort from his mate, no reassurance in the eyes of his best friend today. "We stick close as a pack. Ready?" He glanced towards the rear-guard scouts, ones who would hopefully be slipping away to fade into the background, hide their scents. Keep them safe. With the sets of nods and soft confirmations they were ready to risk their lives, Batwing looked back forward, inhaling deeply. His paws set in the dirt, and he broke into a run.
Breaking free from the undergrowth through Snakerocks, the pack of wolves had been resting or idling there in the sun snapped their attention towards the prey. Batwing's paws would not, could not falter. Up, over the rock, past them. Quickly. His thoughts willed him on.
Snarls and howls summoned the shadows of monsters from the forest. Just as quickly as the pack of cats had passed through did the pack of wolves turn and follow, paws ten times their size drumming into the ground. Their weight kept them just slow enough that Batwing was confident that they'd be able to do this. Come on!
// this is the big thread where the fastest cats (warriors and apprentices nine moons or older) in Thunderclan will be leading/baiting the wolves out of TC territory into WC territory!
// the pack of six wolves will follow the bait, drawn to the strong smell of cats! please note that these cannot be killed, maimed, or injured aside from some scratches - they are incredibly dangerous. if they successfully attack a grown cat or apprentice, it will lead to death or severe injury (major wounds, broken bones, disclosed joints, maiming, etc.)
// these wolves cannot be deterred from the running cats! they will not be stopping or changing direction.
// there will be a 'rear guard' following further behind the wolves for the purpose of watching and warning camp if the plan fails. they will be downwind, however, if a rear guard cat gets too close they become vulnerable to attack!
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