A russet flash bolted between the ferns, soaking his pelt with the morning dew. The sun was just peaking the horizon, beginning to bathe the world in it's beautiful glow. Leaping over fallen logs and swerving around brambles, the young tom narrowed his eyes.
I'll make it to the Thunderpath before the sun is past that tree. he thought challengingly, looking to one of the shortest pines there. The sun was already coming close, sneering down at him. Putting on a burst of speed, he burst through a swath of ferns and leaped, collapsing on the edge of the Thunderpath, He turned his head, seeing the sun just start to pass the tree.
He'd made it.
Sticking out his tongue, he stood, ears twitching. his head snapped towards the ferns, and he watched as a vole darted out and skittered across the Thunderpath.
Everything stopped.
His vision locked on the prey, and he leaped forward, claws outstretched. With a squeal, the vole darted away while Rustfang was in mid-air.
Then a terrible roaring filled his ears.
A monster raced down the Thunderpath, it's black paws quickly gaining ground. It roared in an almost triumphant manner, as if it was happy to attack the tom.
It probably is. It's probably happy to make a kill... he thought sadly. The monster slammed into him; he had been just fox-lengths away from hitting the black stretch of land below him. And now, here he was, soaring back towards the marsh, screeching as he flew.
This is it. were his last thoughts before he crashed against the ground, his breath stopping dead in his throat. He gasped, trying to gulp in air, but the wind refused, snickering and sneering at his failure to breathe..
OOC: This is not a death topic. He just has a broken leg, and will be made an elder.
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Art credit to Grey.
