Prompt Event Territory ThunderClan I SAID "THAT'S THE LAST SONG YOU'LL EVER SING!" // owl attack

[rowanpaw]

☆ The forest is still full of sounds and life, the long claws of leaf bare not yet reaching the undergrowth nor the tree tops, the canopy lush and giving plenty of shade. There's still time for them to stock up on herbs before the leaves start to wither. Rowanpaw is wandering without any particular destination in mind, listening instead to the forest and her paws whims, keeping an eye out for anything useful. She preferred to look for herbs on her own, mostly because it meant she didn't need to hurry and it was less likely that her old injury would flare up. Though it's rather late, she's never felt unsafe in the forest at night. The presence of Thunderclan had driven most if not all predators to search for less occupied hunting grounds. And besides, it wasn't even night yet. The sun is just barely kissing the horizon.

She's so caught up in her own thoughts that she doesn't notice she's stumbled right into the owl tree clearing. And as she notices a cluster of ragwort growing near it, she doesn't even think to look up to check if the owl is home, as she is entirely unaware of what tree she's approaching.

Before she's even reached the ragwort plant, a sharp pain tears through the soft spot between neck and shoulder– she yowls, and as tries to roll away she sees a flurry of wings above her, stretched so far she can barely see the sky anymore. She bares her teeth, flashes claws that haven't met flesh since the colony.

"Get away from me!" She shouts. "Get off!"

☆ ROWANPAW. 14 moons
mentored by serpentberry,
adopted daughter of serpentberry and thornstar
peaceful powerplay allowed
ooc - this thread can be used to fill either bingo slot 45 or 81!

 

[Boarpaw Boarpaw]

————————————— The melody sings what the words can't say. ✦

With a bad habit of wandering around, Boarpaw found his thumping steps tailing those of Rowanpaw. She was always kind, taking her duties to heart, and even if Serpentberry scared them a little, Rowan was always a kind face he could turn to when he inevitably tumbled over his paws again or lodged a thorn in them when not paying attention to where he walked.

He assumed she was looking for herbs; he had come to help her once, and he wasn't very much help... Maybe that's why he ended up out there, too, wanting to make up for being absent-minded then and not being too much help. This time, he stared at the plants intently, trying his damndest to remember what they were called.

And, try as he might, he couldn't remember what they were. Boarpaw had tried to maintain some distance, not chatter her ears off when she was so focused, but a quick question wouldn't hurt, right? The oversized apprentice trotted ahead in search of the molly; she had been close by, so why couldn't he find her....

It wasn't until he heard a wail from not far, one that made his blood run cold just as it had moons before at the gathering. His paws moved before his mind did, eyes widening in horror as he turned to an opening that poor, kind Rowanpaw was wrapped under the claws of a shrieking owl.

Boarpaw hesitated for just a heartbeat, where his morality still clung desperately to his heart. Hurting something felt so foreign, he still felt guilty for every last hunt, but Juniperstar reminded him as always, it was necessary. Without the blood of their prey spilt, they would never have survived. It was a part of life.

Seeing Juniperstar's crumpled body was the first thing to challenge his apprehension of hurting things. Like a jolt of lightning striking a lone tree, the pain and fear turned to something else. Maybe it was necessary to protect those he cared about.

And now? Seeing Rowanpaw clawed like a mouse under furious talons, his instinct to protect those around him made his mind kickstart all over again. Without fear clung to his pelt as it often did, he thundered ahead, eyes narrowed as he launched towards the owl.

A huge paw held up high, he clawed at the thing, trying desperately to avoid hurting the other apprentice. Even as his unsheathed claws sunk into the flesh of the thing, it refused to let go. Enormous wings battered both of them as it tried to launch Boarpaw from his desperate attempt to defend Rowanpaw. The bitter scent of blood clung to the air and Boarpaw had no idea whose it was between the flashes of feathers and claws.

——— You keep on grinnin'

and this world keeps nagging. ———

• Rolled a 9... Not a very good hit, but he's trying :(((
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  Boarpaw
  ✦—Thunderclan apprentice | 10 moons
  ✦—He/They
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A long-haired, dark grey tom with a prominent underbite and blue eyes.
  #a4bac1