Land of Plenty [o]

Gender: Male
Rank: T2 Warrior

Cedarstalk trotted out of the camp, happy to enjoy an early morning hunt before the sun rose to its peak. With greenleaf in full swing, the young warrior wanted to make the most of the cool air of the morning and try his paw at hunting. Lately, he'd been hunting in groups with his clanmates, however, he wanted to brush up on his solo hunting skills today.

As he went, the mouth-watering scent of fresh rabbit wafted toward him, kicked up by a wayward breeze. Jaws trembling slightly with anticipation, Cedarstalk dropped into a crouch and began creeping forward, eager to catch prey not usually found in the forest. His clanmates would be rather impressed with that sort of catch.

Rabbits were Windclan's specialty, but Cedarstalk would have to make do with the skills he knew. So, treading carefully, the warrior made his way closer and closer to the rabbit. The scent became stronger and stronger with the wind working in his favor and before he knew it, the rabbit was only a tail-length away.

Suddenly, the wind shifted, blowing his scent toward the rabbit. Without a second to lose, Cedarstalk burst from the bushes, abandoning his cover. It was now or never - the rabbit knew he was here!

However, the early warning gave the rabbit head start so Cedarstalk bolted after it, weaving around trees and leaping over roots while his quarry hared away with wild eyes. It wouldn't be getting away so easily though! The red and white tom chased after if, breath coming in pants as he slowly began gaining on the rabbit.

Claws extended, Cedarstalk gave one last push and, just as his teeth closed around the rabbit, an explosion of movement from the nearby bushes caught his attention. A flash of red made the young tom's heart race. Teeth clamped down on his hind leg, sending jolts of agony up Cedarstalk's body. He yowled in panic as he was dragged back and released the rabbit, concerned only with defending himself.

As he swung his head back, Cedarstalk came face to face with dark eyes and a pointed snout - it was a fox. The beast looked crazed as it latched onto his leg and swung its head from side to side, its teeth tearing into him.

Cedarstalk's head clipped a rock in the commotion, and he squeezed his eyes shut, unable to do anything but sit limply in the foxes' jaws as the world swam around him.

Fox used Thrash dealing 10 damage and costing 15 stamina, pinning Cedarstalk.

Cedarstalk is stunned for 1 turn.

Fox:
60/60 HP
(-15) 165/180 SP

Cedarstalk:
(-10) 30/40 HP
100/100 SP

Gender: Male
Rank: T2 Warrior

Cedarstalk slowly came to his senses long enough to realize that another cat had joined the fight. He shook his head, ignoring the throbbing pain in his skull, he staggered to his paws once the fox released his leg. His savior appeared to be a rogue tom and though Cedarstalk was briefly annoyed to see him on Thunderclan territory, he couldn't help but be grateful someone had been nearby to help out.

As he scrambled to his paws, leg screaming with pain, he noticed the fox reeling to the side, snarling and scraping at its face with one paw. Eye of its eyes was a mess of blood and probably irreversibly damaged though the rogue had missed the other, leaving a long scratch across its snout.

With a growl, the beast fixed its single eye on the rogue, intent on getting even, and reared up before bearing down on the other tom with its jaws wide open. Saliva dripped from its mouth, the scent of blood in the air driving it into a manic frenzy. Cedarstalk, not one to abandon a cat in danger, didn't wait to see if the fox's bite connected and threw himself at it, tearing and snapping at its pelt.

Fox used Iron Bite on Grub, dealing 17 DMG and costing 30 SP.

Cedarstalk used Snap/Desperate Blows, dealing 8(+5) DMG and costing 7(+7) SP.

Fox:
(-13) 34/60 HP
(-30) 135/180 SP

Cedarstalk:
30/40 HP
(-14) 86/100 SP

Grub:
(-17) 27/40 HP
88/100 SP

Gender: Male
Rank: T2 Warrior

Leg screaming with pain and head throbbing, Cedarstalk disconnected from the fox as the rogue threw himself back into the fight and watched, content to stay out of the way while the mangy tom attempted to swipe his claws down the fox's belly. He failed, unfortunately, and the fox let out a soft yip of surprise as Grub slammed into its flank. It lashed out halfheartedly, its claws catching in Grub's fur and turned, fangs bared.

Cedarstalk growled at the fox advanced on the other, taking advantage of his blunder to attack! However, before the fox could retaliate, Cedarstalk leapt forward and slashed his claws down the fox's flank, drawing its attention back to him.

Shocked, the beast whirled around, blood welling up from the new injury and as it prepared to lunge at him. Cedarstalk reared up with a ferocious growl and brought his paws down on the fox's head, slamming its chin into the ground with a dull thud, stopping it in its tracks. Paws still planted firmly on the fox's head, the red tom glanced at Grub, eyes wide with concern.

"Are you okay!?" He eyed the bite wound on grub's shoulder, painfully aware of the mangled leg that he could barely bring himself to move. It didn't hurt too terribly, but once the battle was over, Cedarstalk was certain it would hit him full force.

Cedarstalk used Front Paw Swipe/Thunderous Stomp, costing 7 (+10) SP and dealing 8 (+2) HP. The fox is stunned for 1 turn.

Fox (stunned) :
(-10) 24/60 HP
135/180 SP

Cedarstalk:
30/40 HP
(-17) 69/100 SP

Grub:
27/40 HP
88/100 SP

Gender: Male
Rank: T2 Warrior

Finally deciding that it had endured enough of the cats' assault, the fox tore itself away from Grub's claws and teeth, its pelt torn and bloodied from the battle. Yipping and whining, the young fox limped away as fast as its wounded body would let him. It had been foolish to attack a cat so brazenly, but it had been hoping to score an easy meal - it would have if that other cat hadn't come alone. However, it would return for revenge. Not soon, but someday. Now, it needed to retreat and lick its wounds so it could survive to fight another day.

Cedarstalk growled as the fox stepped back, faltered, then turned and left. He could see the indecision in its eyes and was immensely glad that it had decided to flee rather than continue ripping him apart. His leg gave out beneath him as the fox's scent began to fade and the red tom gasped before barely managing to regain his balance. He was afraid to look at his leg - it was a mess, he was sure.

Teeth gritted against the pain, the young warrior lifted his head, amber eyes scrutinizing Grub before he sighed. He didn't have much of a choice if he wanted any hope of getting back to Thunderclan. Vision swimming, Cedarstalk swallowed his pride. "I-I don't think I can get home with my leg like this."

It was hard to admit it, but he needed this stranger's help. If he tried to go alone, that fox could easily circle back and pick him off. He wouldn't allow that to happen. Copperlark would be devastated. "Can you help me? I know the way back, I just can't put any weight on my leg." The large tom was doing a commendable job of keeping his head clear given the circumstances and the...state...of his leg.

The fox had done considerable damage - if his leg healed right, it would be a miracle from Starclan, that was for sure. The bite-wound was messy and jagged with no clear puncture marks and in some places, the fox's teeth had shorn clean through his leg. If Cedarstalk looked, he would see that one of the bones in his lower leg was broken and prodded at the surface of his skin. If the fight had lasted a moment longer, it could have easily gone through his leg completely.

However, Cedarstalk didn't look, so he didn't know. His gaze was fixed, determined and somewhat pleadingly, on Grub. His life was essentially in the other tom's paws. Whether he lived or died depended on the next words that left Grub's jaws.

Gender: Male
Rank: T2 Warrior

Cedarstalk let out a small sigh of relief when Grub acquiesced and agreed to help him back to Thunderclan's camp. His eyes narrowed slightly at the disgusted way the other tom was staring at his leg, but he ignored it. He couldn't afford to pick a fight with the only cat around to help him. A small puddle of blood had pooled on the ground beneath him in the time that he'd been standing still - there was little time to lose.

He grunted as the oily rogue jostled him back up and hissed in pain as the movement caused his leg to jerk. He grit his teeth against the pain, however, and dipped his head in thanks to Grub with a shaky smile. "Thank you...to be honest, I don't think I'd make it back in this condition."

As they set out, Cedarstalk limped along, holding his mangled leg up, but slowly letting it drop closer and closer to the ground until it was eventually dragging along the ground behind him. He couldn't feel his leg anymore, or much of anything really. He felt light-headed and dizzy and which each paw step, could feel his body weakening. Finally, they reached the camp and Cedarstalk summoned all of his strength to stand on his own three paws - without Grub's help.

"If you want...you can...come." Cedarstalk didn't elaborate, he didn't have the energy to. He didn't have the energy for much of anything at the moment. However, the red and white tom had to get home. He refused to give up and die without having any of his loved ones around him.

"Medicine. Yes, they'll help us." The warrior wasn't sure if he was talking to Grub, or himself. He wasn't even sure if Grub was still here. His injury throbbed, but it was dull, almost as if he'd stuck his leg in an ice cold river. Panting, Cedarstalk pushed his way into the camp, unaware and not caring if the rogue followed him or not.