Trapped! (Closed)

Beartooth's desperate state disappeared almost instantly as the comforting scent of Harefoot wafted around him. The pounding in his heart dissipated and everything seemed to come to some semi-focused state. His breathing came in shallow, short gasps as the metallic tang of blood overwhelmed his taste buds, a sensation he had not realized for the previous moment. Having been snapped out of the daze, the warrior slowly digested the words and actions of his clanmates. Each step was slow and arduous as the last but the few lengths to the stick were quickly closed. Massive paws bad touch away at the earth as he gritted his teeth and his claws threw up the remainder of the dirt that had clung to the tip of the stake. It hit the ground and the sound seemed to reverberate in his ears. The tom's shoulders hunched forward as he padded back a couple of pawsteps to stand next to Birdflight. Pain welled up in his eyes as he stared helplessly at the wounded warrior.