- Feb 21, 2023
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.you want a battle —————————
————————— i'll give you war.
summary : hunting patrol, ended up running after a hare when he stumbled on an older badger hunting, hence the numerous holes in the ground searching for food. having caught the badger off guard while it was digging, becoming aggressive. dove’s in and out of consciousness, badger about to attack again!
THE FRECKLED TOM BLINKED, SCRUNCHING AS HE STARED INTO THE DISTANCE, nothing but undergrowth and pines swaying with the thundering breeze that slapped harshly against his hide, ticking the flesh beneath.
He supposed he could blame the weather for his poor hunting, glancing over his shoulder at everyone within the small hunting group with a curious tilt of his helm, wondering if they were fairing better than him. Of course, they are. He thought, frowning, vanishing seconds later into a neutral expression, owlish optics squinting.
Had the wind always been this bad? Of course, Dove hadn’t lived long to experience something like this.
Ears perked at the sight of a lone hare hopping along, whiskers twitching in excitement, seconds later Dove was seen chasing after it with an inaudible chirp, tail flickering as he vanished beneath the undergrowth.
The last the group would see Dove for some time, who stood, mandible clenched tightly around the hare’s neck, blood staining the brilliant white around his muzzle. He didn’t doubt it’d take forever to wash out, having experienced something similar on several occasions when he had been successful.
Glancing up, the black-and-white tom stiffened, eyes widening to the size of dinner plates at the large badger standing before him, emitting an unsettling low rumbling sound sending icy fear through his veins, stumbling back with a startled yelp, heart pounding, fear rooting him in place, hackle rising as the hare dropped unceremoniously at his feet.
What was he supposed to do? All his training. Everything. Vanished. Gone. His mind froze, locking up, becoming a mindless puppet, breath squeaking past clenched teeth. What–? What was he supposed to do? He couldn’t—
Dove stiffened, scrambling backward, noticing the badger advancing on him like prey. Which—He was. He couldn’t fight off something like … like this. How could he? He was useless and suddenly that didn’t even matter as blinding hot pain shot across his frame, sending him tumbling back with a startled shriek.
He doubted anything could compare to the white-hot searing pain that set his nerves on fire, emitting pleading whimpers as he tumbled backward, falling into a hole, twisting his leg ( not doubt spraining it ). No. No. NO. He didn’t want to die—Not yet. He hadn’t—Dove cried out, cut it off with a clamp of his muzzle, teeth digging into the soft flesh of his tongue.
He couldn’t leave his mama! He didn’t want to die this soon. He still wanted to become a warrior. Please no. He begged, thoughts jumbled like galloping gazelles running from danger.
Claws swiped at his eye, tearing flesh and fur as Dove crumbled, teeth sinking deeper into his flesh, desperately wanting something to distract him from the blinding pain that sent his body into fight or flight, but naturally, nothing ever went right. Dove froze in a crumpled heap of bloodied black-and-white fur.
The badger raised a clawed paw to strike at the apprentice, hissing, prompting Dove to scurry back, body curling into itself, teeth bared in a silent snarl despite the scorching pain it brought. He shivered, blood trickling down his cheek, dribbling down his chin until it pooled on the rumpled earth.
His head remains empty, but not, no longer able to differentiate his thoughts from the pain which roared drowning out the familiar sounds of nature except for the hissing and snarling of the badger, black clouding his vision, causing him to stumble ( more like collapsing ), chest shuttering with each breath that sent fire to his veins.
Oh. He was going to black out—Dove whimpered, letting out a choked scream as the enormous paw slammed against his injured side, tossing him a good length away, the badger posing to strike the barely conscious apprentice who grinned weakly, pupils dilating in defeat.
He supposed this really was karma biting him in the ass, no doubt dying before he could prove himself. His hopes and dreams? Gone in an instant because he’d been foolish enough not to run from something far bigger than him.
I’m sorry, mama. He thought weakly, slipping in and out of consciousness.
footnote : feel free to powerplay the badger! attacking / badger fleeing / your character getting injured ( if you’d like ) is a-okay! dove ended up receiving a sprained left hind leg, mauled ear / eye, and a gash along his side from it!
pinging @B A S I L P A W for mutual development !
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THE FRECKLED TOM BLINKED, SCRUNCHING AS HE STARED INTO THE DISTANCE, nothing but undergrowth and pines swaying with the thundering breeze that slapped harshly against his hide, ticking the flesh beneath.
He supposed he could blame the weather for his poor hunting, glancing over his shoulder at everyone within the small hunting group with a curious tilt of his helm, wondering if they were fairing better than him. Of course, they are. He thought, frowning, vanishing seconds later into a neutral expression, owlish optics squinting.
Had the wind always been this bad? Of course, Dove hadn’t lived long to experience something like this.
Ears perked at the sight of a lone hare hopping along, whiskers twitching in excitement, seconds later Dove was seen chasing after it with an inaudible chirp, tail flickering as he vanished beneath the undergrowth.
The last the group would see Dove for some time, who stood, mandible clenched tightly around the hare’s neck, blood staining the brilliant white around his muzzle. He didn’t doubt it’d take forever to wash out, having experienced something similar on several occasions when he had been successful.
Glancing up, the black-and-white tom stiffened, eyes widening to the size of dinner plates at the large badger standing before him, emitting an unsettling low rumbling sound sending icy fear through his veins, stumbling back with a startled yelp, heart pounding, fear rooting him in place, hackle rising as the hare dropped unceremoniously at his feet.
What was he supposed to do? All his training. Everything. Vanished. Gone. His mind froze, locking up, becoming a mindless puppet, breath squeaking past clenched teeth. What–? What was he supposed to do? He couldn’t—
Dove stiffened, scrambling backward, noticing the badger advancing on him like prey. Which—He was. He couldn’t fight off something like … like this. How could he? He was useless and suddenly that didn’t even matter as blinding hot pain shot across his frame, sending him tumbling back with a startled shriek.
He doubted anything could compare to the white-hot searing pain that set his nerves on fire, emitting pleading whimpers as he tumbled backward, falling into a hole, twisting his leg ( not doubt spraining it ). No. No. NO. He didn’t want to die—Not yet. He hadn’t—Dove cried out, cut it off with a clamp of his muzzle, teeth digging into the soft flesh of his tongue.
He couldn’t leave his mama! He didn’t want to die this soon. He still wanted to become a warrior. Please no. He begged, thoughts jumbled like galloping gazelles running from danger.
Claws swiped at his eye, tearing flesh and fur as Dove crumbled, teeth sinking deeper into his flesh, desperately wanting something to distract him from the blinding pain that sent his body into fight or flight, but naturally, nothing ever went right. Dove froze in a crumpled heap of bloodied black-and-white fur.
The badger raised a clawed paw to strike at the apprentice, hissing, prompting Dove to scurry back, body curling into itself, teeth bared in a silent snarl despite the scorching pain it brought. He shivered, blood trickling down his cheek, dribbling down his chin until it pooled on the rumpled earth.
His head remains empty, but not, no longer able to differentiate his thoughts from the pain which roared drowning out the familiar sounds of nature except for the hissing and snarling of the badger, black clouding his vision, causing him to stumble ( more like collapsing ), chest shuttering with each breath that sent fire to his veins.
Oh. He was going to black out—Dove whimpered, letting out a choked scream as the enormous paw slammed against his injured side, tossing him a good length away, the badger posing to strike the barely conscious apprentice who grinned weakly, pupils dilating in defeat.
He supposed this really was karma biting him in the ass, no doubt dying before he could prove himself. His hopes and dreams? Gone in an instant because he’d been foolish enough not to run from something far bigger than him.
I’m sorry, mama. He thought weakly, slipping in and out of consciousness.
footnote : feel free to powerplay the badger! attacking / badger fleeing / your character getting injured ( if you’d like ) is a-okay! dove ended up receiving a sprained left hind leg, mauled ear / eye, and a gash along his side from it!
pinging @B A S I L P A W for mutual development !
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