The Nighttime Moon [c]

She'd found her way around Skyclan better each passing day that she spent out in the territory. Her mind couldn't even truly remember the last time she'd slept in her den inside camp, and quite frankly, she didn't yet want to. Even with the other half who had created her more or less out of the question... she couldn't step a paw back into camp. Her ears swiveled around in listening to the rush of the land around her, as a small breeze rumbled the leaves and branches of the forest. Pausing, all Moonpaw could do was take in the scent of everything around her. With the sun having set quite a bit ago, there was also a peaceful coolness.

Her long pelt certainly appreciated it.

It seemed other creatures had the same idea in mind as well, and the silver-pelted apprentice soon heard a shriek coming from the air. She gasped, her tail fluffing up as she turned, barely unable to dodge the strike of the owl coming down upon her. Instantly, the molly hissed, her claws then tearing into the bird in response. The sting of its claws piercing her shoulder brought out the fighting instincts within her, and she wasn't about to back down. But... at the very least, she had the brains to shout. "Help!"

Moonpaw has been attacked by an owl!
It used Talon Strike, dealing 7 damage and costing 10 stamina.
Moonpaw used Front Paw Strike, dealing 6 damage and costing 7 stamina.

Moonpaw
13/20 HP [-7]
53/60 SP [-7]

Owl
24/30 HP [-6]
80/90 SP [-10]

Though Nightpaw hadn’t been in camp when… It happened, the domino effect it had on himself and the rest of the Clan was unmistakable. The wounds on his mother’s neck, the absence of his father, if you could even call him that, they haunted everyone. Blood still stained the ground in camp, and an awkward silence had settled among them. It was hard to move on, and pretending like nothing had happened wasn’t an option.

Excessive patrolling had become his new normal. Anything, really, to distract him and take his mind off of what waited for him back home. Part of the young tom hoped he’d run into Bloodstrike somewhere, just so he could let out his frustration. It was a foolish thought, but anger and confusion had been simmering beneath the surface ever since that night. As he walked through the darkening territory, he had little luck in the way of prey. Every time he caught a whiff of prey, he scared it off before he could even crouch. His frustration grew, but eventually he was snapped out of that when he heard his sister yowl for help. Without even thinking, he was racing toward where he’d heard her voice. As soon as the owl was within his sight, he leaped at it with claws unsheathed, aiming for the neck… Heart pounding when he realized what he was doing. Terror flashed in his eyes. It had been instinct to run in headfirst, claws and teeth bared. Was he turning into his father? Was this the way he was destined to be?

Nightpaw used Jumping Strike, dealing -6 Health Points and using -7 Stamina Points. He is now panicking!

Nightpaw:
20/20 HP
53/60 SP [-7]

Moonpaw:
13/20 HP
53/60 SP

Owl:
18/30 HP [-6]
80/90 SP