Hazelpaw had been awake early, listening to the steady drizzle of rain that seemed endless. Every night since she became an apprentice it had rained, leaving the days quite humid and uncomfortable, but always providing a semi-comforting feeling if she ever roused in the nighttime. She was currently set on cleaning behind her ears, taking advantage of the silence across camp, enjoying the dry patch she found herself in. Movement from her den surprised her, and she turned to look at who was exiting, wondering if perhaps it would be Flutterpaw.
Instead, another calico molly stepped out, approaching her with a friendly greeting. Hazelpaw smiled back, dipping her head, feeling a little sluggish and less energetic than usual. "Good morning! I'm so sorry, I don't know your name-- I don't think we've ever met before!" Her voice was still chipper despite this, and she nodded at the other apprentice's proposition. "Okay! You're right! Besides, after Flutterpaw helped me learn to hunt, I wanna bring him something!" Hazelpaw was clearly excited; not only at being able to practice hunting, but because she may gain yet another friend from this.
Slipping out through the gorse bushes, she took off, carefully making sure that the other apprentice was in tow before going too far. Breathing in the wet moorland, the apprentice looked for anything that may vaguely resemble prey. A brown shape, slightly obscured by rain, bobbed through the grass and she instinctively settled in to watch it, waiting for a good moment to begin the chase. It paused briefly to scrounge through the springy grass and the calico took off, forgetting to check in with her denmate.
Her pride turned to horror as she realised what it was -- but it was far too late to back out now. The small molly jumped at the weasel, claws outstretched, knocking it over as she kept her advantage of surprise. In mere heartbeats it was back on its feet, clearly enraged at being attacked and winded, and clamped itself straight onto the limb closest to it, which unfortunately happened to be her right foreleg. Hazelpaw shrieked loudly, eyes wide in terror. "Daisypaw! Daisypaw, help!"
Hazelpaw has run into a weasel! She used Jumping Strike, dealing 9 damage (6 base + 3 initial move), using 7 stamina.
The Weasel used Gripping Bite, dealing 7 damage this turn and using 15 stamina this turn. Clamped for another 2 turns.
Hazelpaw:
13/20HP (-7)
53/60SP (-7)
Weasel:
11/20HP (-9)
120/135SP (-15)
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