Open Event Territory RiverClan SkyClan I'll break every bind that I'm blighted by // DOG ATTACK

[Torrentpaw]

- TORRENTPAW -

Not some average bones, I believe in love!

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ⟡ Torrentpaw's ears perked, his body freezing as an eerily familiar but quiet sound filled his ears, letting the patrol he was on pad onward without him. He swung his head toward the sound he was sure he heard, one he was begging to have just been his imagination.

The sharp, booming shout of a dog echoed once again, this time closer, and louder than before, causing Torrentpaw's stomach to turn in dread as his fear had come true. The sound was all too familiar, it was the same hungry and desperate bark that had chased him and Squidpaw throughout the shipyard, with jaws set to kill.

Fur spiked worry, Torrentpaw's wide gaze fell onto his clanmates.

"It's chasing something." He meowed quickly, before starting with quick pawsteps towards the noise. Fear coursed through his body–what if it was one of his clanmates?

As a flurry of barks filled the air once more, Torrentpaw broke into a sprint, now sure of its location. He didn't check to make sure anyone was following him, the distress of another cat being in danger carrying his heart and paws.

Bursting through one last patch of undergrowth, Torrentpaw hastily skidded to a halt as a flash of white fur flew past him, followed by a larger, mange covered brute. He didn't recognize the cat, her fear scent flooding his senses. It didn't matter, as without another moment's hesitation, Torrentpaw leaped after the dog.

It was messy, its large tumbling pawsteps tripping over roots and trampling over plants. Torrentpaw had the advantage, leaping over hindrances as he gained on the dog from higher ground, matching its speed until he was finally beside it. With one final leap, his claws outstretched as they met with the dog, grasping its pelt between his paws. Its fur was short and thick, allowing his smaller claws to tear through and greet skin and flesh. Gripping onto the wild creature with all his might, Torrentpaw bit down onto the scruff of its neck.

"Fight me!" He hissed, his voice muffled between the disgusting taste of the dog's pelt.

The dog let out a yelp of surprise, its chase coming to a halt as it swung its head around and bucked viciously to try and shake off its attacker. Torrentpaw's claws began to slip and loosen, his heart leaping as he desperately tried to keep his grip. It wouldn't be long before he was shaken off of the dog, his hind paws scraping and kicking into its haunches as an attempt to keep himself up.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ You can't change me ⟡ You can't hide me‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

• ⟡ OOC -
  A dog has chased @Stonepaw onto Riverclan territory, please wait for her to respond first!
  
  rolled a 1d20 → 19 for the encounter GO TORRENTPAW
  
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• Torrentpaw
  ‎ ‎ He/Him | Riverclan Apprentice
  
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  "speech" - text - thoughts
  
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  Mentored by Pineheart
  
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  A rosetted charcoal Bengal.
  
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  Has a sturdy build with a large head and paws, and short thick fur.
  
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  Holds a zealous and determined demeanor.
  
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  Usually seen with Squid

 

[Stonepaw]

tw - intense descriptions of a dog mauling, gore, and trauma

Ears pinned flat—body rigid—breath hitching in shallow, sputtering gasps. Wide blue eyes filled with pure, unfiltered terror. Blood streaked the thick fur along her flank where teeth had snagged flesh in the chase.

The underbrush erupted behind her—crashing paws, snapping branches, and the snarling, frothing roar of a beast pulled straight from her nightmares. If she didn't know better, she'd think it was the same dog—the one that tore Rowan from her side. But Stormcrow said that dog was gone. A splatter at the bottom of the gorge.

The open field ahead offered no cover, just as she'd been warned. Foolish—so foolish—to go exploring on her own. She was still learning—still weak—not ready to face dangers alone. Her claws churned through the earth, flinging dirt and grass in her wake. The trees were too far out of reach to seek safety. But ahead—water. Wide and rushing, cutting across the land like a blade.

A clear border between them and RiverClan. Until now, she'd never dared to cross it, but Stonepaw would rather drown than be torn apart like her brother. Every part of her remembered what lay buried since that day—Fear. Binding. Paralyzing. All Consuming.

She would not allow her body to feed such a creature. Never.

She didn't look back. The riverbank dropped sharply, so she leapt, only making it halfway. Cold slammed into her like claws, dragging her under. The current surged around her, dragging her with it. She kicked wildly, gasping, untrained paws thrashing its surface. Her paws caught against a ledge—slipping, scrabbling—and by some miracle, she hauled herself out.

Stonepaw collapsed in the mud with a heaving chest, hacking up river water. For a moment, there is the illusion of safety. The dog is determined, baying on the other side of the bank before leaping in with more ease, its hind legs splash as forepaws pull against land. It climbed, snarling.

No time. Despite the wobbling of her limbs, she rises, staggering into a sprint. Stonepaw does not get far before she notices a silhouette. A RiverClan tom turns as she rushes past in her desire to escape. She expected him to run too at the sight of the dog, but he did not.

She comes to a stop, gasping for breath, horrified as she watches him charge the beast. What was he doing? Was he an idiot?

Or… was she a coward? He did not look much older than her and yet he faced down death for a stranger.

Fear is the mind killer.

She trembled. Her heart pounded like a frightened hare. The fear in her throat was thick—suffocating—rooting. She could hear her brother's screams. She could see him being torn apart, jaws flinging his small body. She saw those eyes, dark and hungry, glaring up at her from the base of the tree. Was it death she feared? Dying? Of being ravaged like prey as her brother was?

And so it was. Fear was killing her ever so slowly. The littlest of deaths that brought nothing but obliteration. Would there be any of her left when it was through?

You must not let it control you—you must let it pass through you and away.

She felt ill. Nausea grips her, saliva bitter as she tries to swallow. She unsheathed her claws. Her lungs locked tight. Limbs turned to lead, but she dragged herself forward. Not with courage or righteousness. Really, she is not sure what to call the feeling, but it pushes her onward.

The other apprentice is on the hound's back, flinging him around. She watches as he begins to slip. The points jaw sets tight, tears blurring at the edges of her vision as she rushes forward and flings herself at the beast. Stonepaw goes to wrap her paws around its neck, latching on with hooked claws.

Dice Roll: 1d15 → 12

I’ve watched it happen again and again, haunted by ⛉ A thousand kind beginnings and a thousand bloodied ends

• "speech" - thoughts / emphasis
  
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• Stonepaw she/her & skyclan
  ☁︎ LH lilac point with a thick mane, blue eyes, and a half-tail.
  ☁︎ A hollow, vacant voice, stripped of emotion.
  ☁︎ Mentored by Stormcrow.
  ☁︎ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted For other, DM.
  ☁︎ Smells of pine needles and petrichor.
  
  
  penned by Scarlet​