I WANT SOMETHING JUST LIKE THIS
One minute he was playing detective with a pile of bones and scrap fur, and the next everything was going wrong. Dandelionpaws sudden yelling about birds was quick to garner the toms attention, but before he could fully turn toward them, a dark shadow fell and suddenly Dandelion was yanked away, clawing at the grass as a massive bird tried to carry him away.
There were too many emotions in that initial moment to name them all, but the most prevailant were shock, fear, and a desperate need to help the screaming boy. But shrieks of alarm and pain were springing up all around him in that moment, and green eyes widened in horror to realize that Melonpaw, Rosepaw, Mallow, Chickenscratch, and many of the others were also under attack. Claws dug into the ground. Why weren't there more of him? He couldn't help them all.
"Ivoryflight, Kestraltalon, help Dandelionpaw!" he ordered, the pair the only ones aside from himself that weren't currently being attacked. Pollenfur was already going for Melonpaw, and Duskfire had his own apprentice to look after. "Everyone else, group up so you can protect each other- head for the tunnel over that hill and take cover in it!"
Rosepaw was fighting as fiercely as Dusk had ever seen, and Dusk felt pride for the small tomcat explode in his chest despite the circumstance. Rosepaw would not let himself go easily, and it gave the Deputy the time he needed to race over and join the fight, reaching the youth just as they passed out. With a furious screech he slammed into the bird, teeth digging into one of its flailing wings as he clung to the massive, feathered limb.
The only thing he could think of to make it let go of his bleeding and now unconcious apprentice was to make it hurt, make it angry, and so he began to shred into the wing he was holding onto, scoring deep clawmarks and gouges in it and drawing blood with everything he had. Luckily his plan seemed to work. Feathers flying, blood staining his claws and the air filled with angry yowling and pained avian shrieks, the hawk forgot all about Rosepaw in favor of trying to defend and avenge itself from Duskfire instead. Their bodys thrashed and rolled violently across the grasses, the hawk flapping with its free wing as it clawed and snapped its beak at anything it could reach, but Duskfire kept his hold on it. Pulsing with adreniline, he bit and battered it with his hind claws, ignoring the pain where its talons caught on his hip and or where its beak snapped at the back of his neck and shoulders.
It all happened in a matter of moments, but Dusk felt as if he'd been fighting for hours by the time he finally ripped himself away from the bird. It flailed about in the grass with flapping wings as it righted itself, feathers ruffled, covered in blood, and just missing in some place, but it slowly managed to lift off, gliding low as it tried to get back in the air for a better attacking point.
Covered in blood, heart pounding in his chest, he ran over to his bleeding apprentice and felt his heart drop when he surveyed the damage. Come on Dusk, you've gotta compartmentalize this shit right now. You can fall apart later. he told himself, stepping over the younger cat to shield them as his gaze went back to the rest of his patrol. Somewhere out on the moors were the rest of the windclanners as well. Had he sent them to their deaths? Bitterly he thought of Inky and his claws bit into the earth.
Gripping Rosepaw by the scruff, he'd begin to drag them over toward whatever cats had begun grouping up like he'd told them too. These birds didn't seem to be hunting together, more like they all just happened to be here at the same time. The cats would have a better chance of protecting each other if they stayed close in a mass of claws and teeth rather than spread out.
windclan warrior - male - 18 months - homosexual - polyamorous - single - tall, strong bengal tomcat 
