Request: Looks like a Dog to me! (SC Predator Subjugation)

Nettleweaver had hardly thought about dogs, but he use to all the time. His birth just so happened to coincide with a pack of them ransacking ShadowClan camp and the appearance of their nomadic savours, it had been all anyone talked about for the first few moons of his life. But, since the departure of the nomads he hadn’t given the any thought, that was, of course, until now. He was fairly confident this dog would be easy enough to drive away, him and Silverhawk could probably do it all on their own. Swiftheart could drive it away just by herself, but he wasn’t going to give the old warrior any praise externally, especially not since his ex-mentor had cast him aside when he needed her most. Boartusk, he probably owed an apology too, but that wasn’t happening. As for Fernpaw and Juniperpaw… Both of them were so meek, and he didn’t want to judge a flower by its bud, but he couldn’t see either of them racing into battle. They could be excellent fighters though! They just hadn’t come into their own yet. With a glance towards Silverhawk, Nettleweaver dropped back to walk with the apprentices.

“Hi,” he mewed, flashing them both a smile “Are you worried about the dog? Just so you know, I heard they’re really stupid, and they don’t have very sharp claws. You just have to watch out for their teeth, which is only one thing! The dog on the other hand…” Nettleweaver did some quick maths, eyes flickering from patrol mate to patrol mate as he did “It’ll have to look out for 25 things, so you have nothing to worry about really. Plus me and Silverhawk and Swiftheart, Boartusk too, aren’t afraid to get our paws dirty, but we don’t mind the help, and i’m sure the experience will be good when you guys are warriors too!” Nettleweaver debated rushing back to Silverhawk, but decided against it. He was still trying to add friends and secrets to his collection, and as much as he liked picking away at Silverhawk he figured sooner or later the other tom would get sick of him.

The mud began to become more packed, and Nettleweaver turned his gaze towards the pine trees, only to see a pair of porcupines. The white tom paused in his tracks, groaning. All that advice he’d given out only for it to be fairly useless. The lumbering creatures were so much more agitating to fight, and the thought of picking quills from beneath his paw pads made him shiver. “I suppose we don’t have to chase the dog away anymore…” he offered the two apprentices apologetically “We also have the element of surprise, and we still out number them, you just want to avoid their spikes, try going for their bellies, there’s no spikes there and they can’t get you.” Now, after all his talk, he might as well appear like he knew what he was on about. In the past he’d had surprisingly good luck with porcupines, he just hoped that it was with him today as he took off bounding. Unfortunately, as luck would have it, he failed miserably, completely overshooting. He could feel his face flashing in embarrassment knowing Silverhawk was definitely laughing at him and Boartusk was probably savouring the moment. Maybe Swiftheart would grow a spine and tell Boartusk to stop enjoying it, if he was. Still, the embarrassment didn’t compare to the pain that came with being sat on by a porcupine.

Nettleweaver used Belly Rake on Porcupine 1! Failure! Dealing -8 HP (-5 HP from failure + -3 HP from quills) to Nettleweaver and Costing -10 EP

Nettleweaver

42/50 HP (-8 HP)
120/130 EP (-10 EP)

Porcupine 1

60/60 HP
165/165 SP

The member 'Midnee' has done the following action : Dice roll

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'Effect Dice' : 2