TW: Sensitive Content Closed Territory ShadowClan coyote that waits in the dark ☾.⭒ — coyote attack

[Fleapaw]

TRIGGER WARNING

Intense descriptions of a coyote attack.

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The dark hush of the pocosin swaddled her like a wet blanket, muffling even the usual rustle of birds. She should've turned back a while ago. Her limbs were still sore from training, and Cicadabuzz probably wouldn't even use half the weeds she gathered.

The marsh gave way to firmer ground, moss clinging to bark and slick stones. A few ragged dandelions peeked through the leaf litter. "Gotcha!" She muttered trumphantly, reaching down to pluck the stem between her teeth. Fleapaw shuffled along like that for a while, collecting a small bouquet, oblivious to the stillness until she lifted her head.

The silence that settled in made her fur crawl.

No warning was given when a blur of movement rushed in from the corner of her eye. Pain exploded along her flank as her paws skidded, muddy water sloshing beneath her yowl of surprise. Jaws tore through her fur, puncturing skin, pulling tufts of dirty red fur away with it. The dandelions fell, crushed underfoot as she twisted, claws unsheathing before even a single thought could catch up.

There wasn't a moment to process. The scent hit—a pungent bitterness that permeated the air. Fleapaw recognized it instantly, reminded of when she and Mothbite had to track down Sealpaw.

She slashed the nearest one's muzzle, and it recoiled. A snarl snapped beside her ear but missed. She whirled on the defensive, eyes wild as she scrambled back. "Fuck!" She spat, breath sputtering in her throat. Fleapaw searched for a path of escape, frantic eyes, heart battering against her small ribs. Then she realized, there were not just one but two of the damn things! Two nasty fucking hounds snapping at her heels with hunger in their eyes. Fleapaw did the only thing she could do, presented with those odds—she tried to run.

Puddles sloshed as she darted for safety, but they were faster. Jaws snapped at her heels but missed. Another set dove toward her side, but she twisted, claws scoring down its snout. The coyote gargled, teeth clattering as it coiled back.

An agonized sound burst from her throat as jaws clamped down on her hind leg. Her claws scrabbling as it dragged her through the muck. She twisted, kicked, howled, spat—anything to get free. Her vision blurred with panic. Another pair of teeth snapped toward her face, and she lashed out, barely keeping it at bay but not for long. It reared back, head bobbing as it waited for another opening.

"Help! Help me dammit!" She shrieked, pride giving way to desperation. "Someone!" These damn hounds were going to tear her apart if she couldn't get away.

The coyote hauled back with her leg locked tight in its jaws. Fleapaw clawed and shrieked and fought with everything she had. If her life was going to end, then she would not go quietly...

// Fluid time in effect, this thread takes place 6/7/25.

Both coyotes will flee when their HP drops below 50%. I will roll damage for them.

Fleapaw: 33/60 HP
- Undersized
- Rolls a 1d15

Rolled a 1d15 → 5 and 10

Male Coyote: 95/100 HP
- Rolls a 1d20

Female Coyote: 90/100 HP
- Rolls a 1d20

Rolled a 1d20 → 13 and 14

Coyote, I'm treading water

FLEAPAW

8 MOONS
SHE/HER
- Undersized cinnamon solid with folded ears. She's thin but stubby with very messy fur.
"SPEECH" - crimson | 'THOUGHTS/EMPHASIS' - crimson

Fleapaw values family the most with survival at a close second. In conversations, she is blunt, fun-loving, and clever. She is guided by her desires which often leads her astray. Despite her abrasive personality, she cares deeply for those she loves and will do anything to protect them. Due to her experiences, Fleapaw is corrupt and has minimalistic, if any, morals. She does not care for the warrior code and its restraints. Neither does she believe in StarClan. Growing up in a kitten mill, being separated from her mother, and ending up on the streets have deeply affected her view of the world.

Don't lead me straight to the slaughter

 

[Sealpaw Sealpaw]

You Say That You Are Close

Is Close The Closest Star?

x

Her paws make messy tracks in the mud long before Sealpaw processes just who it was that screamed for help, breath caught in her throat at the desperation in the scream she'd heard. What had Fleapaw gotten into that made her scream like that? The squirrel in her jaws is dropped, forgotten entirely as the apprentice arrives on the scene.

Coyotes. The scent is foul and familiar and for a split second she wonders if one of them is the same coyote that chased her across the thunderpath and into Skyclan territory.

"Flea-!" It's all she can bring herself to say. The coyote that doesn't have Fleapaw in its disgusting mouth turns with burning eyes towards her and she freezes, eyes wide with panic and fear before scrambling to the side as the canine lunges forward with teeth snapping. Rotten smelling teeth barely graze her shoulder and the tabby nearly gags at the smell, twisting down and darting between the canine's legs to rush towards Fleapaw.

What would Smogmaw do? Wolfpack? Any cat with some semblance of backbone? Sealpaw knew.

"LET GO OF HER!" The snarl catches even herself off guard but there was no time to even process that it was her own voice making that horrid sound. Sealpaw launches herself at the coyote's face, fear and fury coiling her muscles like a tightly wound spring in equal measure and she lands squarely on its head with claws searching for the eyes- she still remembers that first training session with Smogmaw where they discussed weak points- with a yowl.

'Don't die, Fleapaw! Hang on..!'

You Just Feel Twice As Far

SEALPAW

— Shadowclan Apprentice
— She/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Grey Rosetted Tabby With Blue Eyes And A Bobbed Tail.
#4c66bf

Sealpaw: 98/100 hp
Rolled 1d20 -> 19!

 

[webpaw]

The sound of Fleapaw's screams sent Webpaw's stomach twisting into knots, painful loops making her hesitate before sailing forwards, barely noticing Sealpaw's squirrel being crushed under her foot.

Canine teeth, yellowed with the blood and marrow of prey caught long before, a promise. Her eyes widened, pausing with her claws unsheathed. The ginger limb clutched between the coyote's jaws was tearing the skin away in a jagged pattern.

Webpaw didn't know if she could do it. She lurched forwards anyways.

She didn't battle cry like Sealpaw, only growled with a feral explosion. Her body tensed as she shrunk like a withered leaf around the coyote attacking Fleapaw. Her claws slipped through thick fur. The stench of the beast was putrid, and as she wrenched her neck to bite down into its thigh, she almost broke away with a gag. But the smell of Fleapaw's blood, a metal foundation to the foulness across her tongue, gave her every reason to keep going.

Webpaw: 75/75 HP
Roll: (1d15) 5 (its joever)

 

[Tickpaw Tickpaw]

TICK

So what if you can see the darkest side of me?

Coalstrike had been watching their hunting, quietly assessing how well they were learning. Just a normal day, that's what it should have been. A normal day. And then the scream shattered everything. A bloodcurdling scream, one he recognized out of thousands. The prey he had been stalking was instantly forgotten. All that mattered was the memory of his sister.... His sister, bawling her eyes out beside him... Snapping, scoffing, trying to push him away. And his promise. His promise to be there. No matter what. He had promised.

Without a second thought, he burst forward, no words to the others, no hesitation. He ran like death itself was on his tail, desperate to stay one step ahead. He had to keep his sister safe. He would keep her safe. The scent of coyotes hung thick in the air, overwhelming and sharp. Sealpaw was already on it, Webpaw slashing with fierce claws. Tickpaw snarled, a savage fire igniting in his chest as he charged forward. He slid low, muscles coiled, and before the coyote could react, he slashed at its belly with sharp claws.

He would save her. She wouldn't die.

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rolled a d20: dmg 5

hp: 75 / 75

 

[Coalstrike Coalstrike]

The last thing Coalstrike expected on patrol with the apprentices was the sharp, foul scent of coyote. His nose wrinkled and then he caught something else. Fleapaw. That scrappy little apprentice Jadethorn had taken on. She had spirit, sure, and could land a good hit, but even the fiercest apprentice wasn't ready for a coyote. Before he could stop them, the apprentices were already gone. Webpaw, Tickpaw, and Sealpaw had bolted, clearly recognizing the sound of screaming. Like fire was chasing them.

Coalstrike took off right after them, leaving his catch behind. Coyotes. Apprentices. Not a good mix. His ears pinned back as fury burned in his eyes. ShadowClan needed these kits to survive. They were the future. If they died here, what would they even be fighting for? When he arrived, the scene was chaos. The apprentices were already attacking the coyote that had Fleapaw. Brave, but not enough. Coalstrike didn't hesitate. He charged like a storm breaking loose, slamming into the coyote before it even noticed him. His teeth sank deep into its throat, holding tight. A deep growl rumbled in his chest as his claws gripped the sides of its head like a deadly hug.

A hug that meant death.

___________________ I DON'T FORGIVE, I DON'T FORGET ☆ A wound's a warning, a debt is a debt. ___________________

• "speech"
  

• 

• COALSTRIKE he/him, shadowclanner, sixty-six moons.
  ☆ a lh black cat dangerous amber eyes. has a mane around his head, is huge [ grandiose ]
  ☆ mentoring vanillapaw
  ☆ loyal to sable, despises thunderclan
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by lion ↛ lionharted on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

rolled a d20: nat 20 [ bOOM ]
100 / 100 HP

 

[Jadethorn]

There's only two types of people in the world

The ones that entertain, and the ones that observe

​

It had been an easy day.

The air was still, clouds trailing across the blue of the sky as the humidity of the pocosin told of future rain. More wetness to keep up the ever growing field of mud and algae that made up their home's ground underfoot. More muck for the rosette to have to shake off her paws and clean off her coat... But, for now, Jadethorn was enjoying the trek through the territory. Despite having to deal with the near ankle deep suction, the patrol members she had with her made up for the ground's transgressions against her well-kept coat. Sure, they had to keep an eye on the batch of apprentices that had accompanied them. Which, to the molly's annoyance, were mostly mud-covered pests that weren't even their responsibility to train or watch over. One of whom had been victim to her structiny in the past, the spotted maggot having not done a single thing that could impress the rosette tabby during her time growing up in the pocosin. Truly a drag, having the responsibility placed on their shoulders for the afternoon.

Still, it was an easy day... Until it suddenly wasnt...

She had been in the middle of a conversation with Geckoflame, mirth on the tip of her tongue, when the cry echoed over the wetlands, cutting off whatever laughter and response was about to leave her muzzle. Her jaw stayed open for the few seconds it took her brain to process exactly which voice she had heard, and, when it clicked that it had been her own apprentice's, the molly was whirling on dirty paws. "Flea!!" The apprentices were already moving, meals forgotten in the muck and paws carrying them through the brush with a resolve that Jadethorn had to admit was impressive even to her. Her own were merely inches behind the thundering footfalls of the jet black night guard, breaking through foliage to spot what had dared laid fangs into her new progeny.

The acrid scent of canine hit her like a monster on the thunderpath and, for a brief millisecond of time, a memory flashed across her gaze. A spotted coat pulled taught, red cutting circles in fur into pieces, and a screech she could never forget. But then then they came into view, the slim muzzle and long legs of a known predator; a coyote had it's jaws clamped around Fleapaw's leg and was tugging and pulling with all it's might. The apprentices were already on top of and under the mangy thing and, before Jadethorn could allow the flash to still her movements, green eyes snapped towards the extra that was only a fox-length away, dancing on the outskirts to find an opening. There were two and the smaller one was making it's move.

"Geckoflame, with me!" The rosette surged forwards as the female canine lunged, teeth bared and dripping with drool. She didn't have time to redirect. Not when it was a whisker-length away from ripping another fleshwound across the cinnamon's flank. No, she wouldn't let her ticket to the council fall victim to another injury. She wouldn't let another be stuck under the care of the strange witch doctor she barely trusted. No, this was not going to happen under her watch... Legs pounced with purpose, pushing Jadethorn in between Fleapaw and the bacteria ridden maw that had been aiming for her other leg. Instead, they found contact against a shoulder, breaking skin but unable to find purchase against the awkward shape of the blade as it's fangs slipped and snapped close around a few tufts of fur.

Fire burned through the muscle that took the brunt of the hit but the molly didn't allow that to slow her down. She twisted upon her landing, turning on a dime to make her own counter attack before the mangy mutt could reattempt it's attack on Flea. "You got bigger problems than a few ankle biters!!" Jadethorn surged forward, claws unsheathed and her own fangs bared as she pounced upwards to rip deeply into its snout and head. If she was lucky, one of her claws would work to blind the canine, whether with blood from a wound near it's eye or with a scratch against the sensitive lid. However, she refused to stay attacked to the coyote for long, pushing off it's head with hopefully enough timing that it's fangs wouldn't find yet another purchase in her.

Without even looking at the others dealing with the original assailant, Jadethorn called out a command, authority carrying through her tone. "Hey gremlins!! Get the runt back to camp, now! Us warriors can handle these mangy mutts.." Coalstrike already had the main assailant in his death grip and she knew that the canine wasnt going to be able to excale that so easily. She could only hope the younger cats listened. The last thing they needed was to get home to camp with multiple apprentices unable to train because of some rotten predators. Sablestar would have their heads if they did...
​

OOC ✧❦✧ Basic Info

• ooc
  —— Took a hit to protect Fleapaw!
  Rolled a 15 against the female Coyote and is trying to keep its attention off the apprentices!
  Called @GECKOFLAME to her side to help face off against the female!
  88/100
  
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• Jadethorn she/her
  ❖ An Average Sized Black Rosette Tabby with Low White and Green Eyes
  ❖ Warrior of Shadowclan
  ❖ 33 moons; ages on the 8th of every month
  ❖ speech thought attack
  ❖ peaceful + healing powerplay permitted
  
  penned by Taru​

​

 

[Mothbite Mothbite]

Still so young, Desperate for attention!

indenttt Mothbite is a little shamed to admit it, but he's not paying much attention to this patrol. He takes up his place at the back of the pack, idly making sure none of the apprentices fall behind. Mostly, though, he's absentmindedly watching the blackbirds flit to and fro between the high bushes. Not that it's Greenleaf, the marsh has become noisy, with the birds endlessly competing to see who can sing the loudest. It wakes him up, some mornings, but at least it's not a terrible song.

indentttWhen they hear a call for help, Mothbite is slow to respond, still trying to make sense of the situation as the apprentices dart off and the rest of the patrol chases after them. He barely manages to follow suit before he loses sight of the group completely. Pushing through the undergrowth, he makes his way to the source of the commotion.

indentttCoyotes! And they've got Fleapaw. This is the second time an apprentice has been menaced by the wild dogs. Could these be the same ones?

indentttNot taking much time to think, he jumps towards the closest coyote - the one that Jadethorn is fighting - and bites into the back of the thigh, just above the knee. He clings to the coyote for a few glorious moments, digging his claws into the flesh, before he's kicked off, sent sailing back towards the ground and landing in a heap.

- he rolled a 2. minus 1. hes helpiiinggg -​

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Mothbite | 23 moons | Shadowclan Nightguardbababbnihfibnfdifdhfhabbabab

 

[Fleapaw]

TRIGGER WARNING

Intense descriptions of a coyote attack.

-

Fleapaw's claws tore at the dirt, ripping up soggy clumps as she was dragged backward. The coyote's teeth jerked her hind leg, each tug a jolt of force that rattling her spine. She wailed, body twisting in a desperate attempt to sink her claws into the muzzle holding her. Blood spiderwebbed down her leg in nauseating rivulets—the iron scent mixing with the rot of the swamp until even she couldn't stomach it.

Movement flickered—a shape clinging to the corners of her vision. Relief cut through the pain, even when she saw who it was. "Get it off me!" She screams, twisting in the jaws that refused to let go. For a moment, Fleapaw dreads that Sealpaw might leave her there.

The yowl that splits the air startles them both. The coyote jerked back, its grip loosened—then vanished entirely. The jaws unlatched with a wet rip, skin and fur tearing free. Sealpaw's attack landed full force, small body clinging to its face. The beast gargles, muzzle wrinkled and streaked red—her blood—snapping wildly in every direction as it thrashed to shake them off.

Fleapaw gapes at the viciousness with which Sealpaw throws herself into battle—risking everything to protect her? She doesn't understand. Doesn't get a chance to even think about it either. They're not out of danger yet.

More shadows burst from the forest like ants from a flooded hill, striking from all angles. Their blows are shallow, hardly more than scratches against the coarse beige pelt—but it succeeds in driving the thing to panic. Tickpaw and Webpaw. Part of her is so fucking relieved to see them but the other is terrfied. They shouldn't be there. If either of them died protecting her, she'd...

Coalstrike arrives—a massive shadow barreling toward them. He hit the coyote full force, and the hound reeled, folding under his weight. It let out a sharp yelp, panicked jaws snapping at a dark pelt. The coyote twisted, urgency clawing at its limbs. With its tail between its legs, it channels all its efforts into fleeing.

Her leg twitched, useless and torn, as she scrambled away. She scrapes through the mud with a choked sob, pressing into the first solid thing it can find—Tickpaw. She collapsed against him, chest heaving, her body racked with pain.

She does not notice the second coyote as it homes in on her. It prowled low, flanks heaving, eyes trained on the huddle of apprentices—on her. She lifted her head just in time to see it lunge, eyes wide with rekindled fear.

Suddenly, Jadethorn is there, crashing into the path of the blow. The coyote whirled on her with redirected fury, squinting in a futile attempt to protect its eyes. Amber eyes flicked back, glazed with shock, barely able to make out the other shapes that blurred into motion.

For once, she's got no complaints about leaving the fight to the warriors. Driven by desperation, she found her footing and staggered toward cover. Every step screamed, leg dragging behind her, blood gushing from punctured muscle. Her claws found a shallow hold in the mud, her head swimming in circles.

Fleapaw huddles in the protective shadows of her siblings. She slumped between them, breath dragging from her lungs, tongue flicking past her teeth. "I can't... get..." She swallows thickly, paw flapping at those nearest in a dazed ask for help.

The second coyote wails and snarls, eyes stinging, blinded by the fresh blood flecking its muzzle. Long jaws snag a well-groomed pelt before its large head shakes in vicious arcs, hoping to tear and disorient.

Both coyotes will flee when their HP drops below 50%. I will roll damage for them.

Fleapaw: 32/60 HP
- Undersized
- Rolls a 1d15

Not attacking.

Male Coyote: 46/100 HP
- Rolls a 1d20

Rolled a 1d20→ Inflicted 17DMG to @Sealpaw and 19DMG to @Coalstrike

| HP below 50%! Coyote is attempting to flee. However, it may take ONE more attack before fleeing completely. OC's may chase him, but cannot perform other actions while chasing. |

Female Coyote: 74/100 HP
- Rolls a 1d20

Rolled a 1d20→ 11DMG deflected by @Jadethorn + 5DMG also to Jadethorn.

Coyote, I'm treading water

FLEAPAW

8 MOONS
SHE/HER
- Undersized cinnamon solid with folded ears. She's thin but stubby with very messy fur.
"SPEECH" - crimson | 'THOUGHTS/EMPHASIS' - crimson

Fleapaw values family the most with survival at a close second. In conversations, she is blunt, fun-loving, and clever. She is guided by her desires which often leads her astray. Despite her abrasive personality, she cares deeply for those she loves and will do anything to protect them. Due to her experiences, Fleapaw is corrupt and has minimalistic, if any, morals. She does not care for the warrior code and its restraints. Neither does she believe in StarClan. Growing up in a kitten mill, being separated from her mother, and ending up on the streets have deeply affected her view of the world.

Don't lead me straight to the slaughter

 

[Sealpaw Sealpaw]

You Say That You Are Close

Is Close The Closest Star?

x

The tabby finds herself clinging onto the mutt's face as it shakes its head wildly, front claws digging deeper and gripping for dear life as her hind legs flail with each movement as she growls alongside the coyote. Feral. Instinctual. Teeth bared furiously, Sealpaw leans forward when there's a lull in the flailing intending to clamp her teeth on an ear but the bite never comes. Not fully.

The nasty thing whips its head suddenly to the side and her grip loosens slightly before failing entirely, sending Sealpaw flying. Everything happens so slowly, yet all at once- Tick and Web had been hot on her heels and both threw themselves bodily at the coyote that'd had Fleapaw in its jaws mere moments before. The intimidating presence of Coalstrike makes himself known when he charges in and grapples with the canine, she thinks she sees Jadethorn run between Flea and-

Her back and shoulder hit something hard and Sealpaw crumples to the ground, a pained gasp leaving her maw as she struggled to get back the air that'd been knocked from her lungs at the impact.

'Get up. Get UP it's not over yet and you're leaving yourself wide open..!' Her vision swam, paws struggled to get underneath herself and she swayed in place briefly before shaking her head as if coming to her senses. Jadethorn is yelling something about retreating with Fleapaw and for the briefest of moments the apprentice grits her teeth. She was twelve moons old now, hardly a child anymore but still everyone treated her like some fragile thing that would shatter at the faintest touch.

Blue eyes searched frantically for her fellow apprentices, a touch of relief briefly easing the pain of what was surely going to be a bruise on her back before a gasp of horror leaves her at the smaller coyote rounding on them. She'd forgotten entirely about the second one. "RUN..!"

The screech is her only warning of what's to come, paws scrabbling towards Jade and Moth as the former is kicked away and that only serves to drag a snarl from deep within her seeing the Night Guard-her friend- knocked away as if he was nothing. The coyote manages to grip Jadethorn in its maw and the blood in her ears roars so loudly its all she hears. Sealpaw slips just under the coyote, her small size to her advantage for once as it's too engrossed with the larger molly in it's grasp, raising both paws to drag claws mercilessly down its throat in a near flurry- or as much as she can reach- before moving to scramble out from underneath both Jade and the coyote thrashing.

"I'll catch up..!" Her eyes meet Tick's, Flea's, before bristling at the monster with the cinnamon apprentice's mentor in its fangs.

You Just Feel Twice As Far

SEALPAW

— Shadowclan Apprentice
— She/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Grey Rosetted Tabby With Blue Eyes And A Bobbed Tail.
#4c66bf

Sealpaw: 80/100 hp
Rolled 1d20 -> 2 for coyote 1!
Rolled 1d20 -> 20 for coyote 2! Feel free to send her running after the others, if not she'll go back on her own once she's sure Jade's ok!