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​

 

[Frostmoth]

Barking. For a moment, Frostmoth stops dead in his tracks. He'd only been a few paces away when he'd heard it, but such a sound has caught him off guard. Surely he has misheard what is crashing through the woods. Every nerve in Frostmoth's body sings for him to run in the other direction, to save himself before saving others, but he knows what might be waiting for him already if he chooses to flee. The bicolor grinds against his own self-preservation, darting towards the sounds of yelping, yowling, and barking.

To his horror, he finds that the cats that are fighting this dog are both shockingly young. Torrentpaw from his own clan, and a cat that he thinks is a SkyClanner based off of scent alone. But what he is sure of is that these two will be quick to be turned into dog food with one wrong move. For a few heartbeats, Frostmoth is frozen too. His lack of experience catches up to him and slams into his body, taking the wind out of his lungs and freezing him to the ground where he stands. He sways stupidly for a moment, and then shakes his head.

There just isn't time for contemplation here.

"Keep attacking its face and its neck!" He commands sharply, darting towards the large canine himself "It's too big to try to sweep or waste attacks on its flank or body!" Torrentpaw is being flung around, the SkyClan apprentice is latching into its neck, and Frostmoth finds an opening at the dog's face. He launches himself into the air and aims to score his claws down its face, potentially grabbing on near the scruff and continuing to deliver blows around its eyes and mouth.

OH, MY GOD ★ MAKE ME IN YOUR IMAGE

• rolled a 1d20 for a 16. go team!
  
  "SPEECH"
• ★ FROST — he/him, riverclan deputy, 20 moons
  — penned by carat, feel free to ping or dm for plots!
  — longhair black and white bicolor with blue eyes
  — peaceful powerplay ok! all interactions ok!
  
• penned by carat!

 

[Torrentpaw]

- TORRENTPAW -

Not some average bones, I believe in love!

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ⟡ The fur from the dog had obscured Torrentpaw's vision significantly, his jaws buried into the nape of its neck as it shook and snarled, growing sore as they hung on. Suddenly, the dog let out a shriek, rearing its body into the air. Torrentpaw's claws began to slip, realization causing his eyes to widen. As the dog's heavy paws met the floor once again, his grip released, sending his body tumbling into the dirt.

Damp earth and debris showered into his pelt as he hit the ground, a sharp pain shooting into his shoulder. Gritting his teeth in retaliation, Torrentpaw tripped messily back to his paws, adrenaline like a numbing agent to his body. Dirt fell from his pelt as his gaze lifted back towards the dog, surprise coursing through him as he recognized the cat from before–the one who was being chased–latched onto the neck of the canine. Despite the wound that sent red trickling down her flank and onto the earth, the stranger fought, drawing blood from the creature that sought to tear her apart. The stench of fear and blood that had engulfed the clearing was suffocating, but the look behind the she-cat's eyes was unmistakable. She did not fight with the intention of dying.

The sight sent determination coursing through Torrentpaw, as he readied his body to leap back into the fray.

"Keep attacking its face and its neck! It's too big to try to sweep or waste attacks on its flank or body!"

Torrentpaw's head swung towards the yowl, instantly recognizing the voice.

Frostmoth!

A quick wave of relief washed over him as the Riverclan deputy bounded towards the scene. He watched as the bicolor tom swiftly launched himself towards the dog, gripping onto the side of its neck followed by a flurry of blows to its face. The dog took a few pawsteps backward, its maw parted in fury as it attempted to snap at the cats whose claws had buried into its flesh.

Quickly taking note of Frostmoth's words, Torrentpaw moved in towards the front of the dog, his tail flicking as his body tensed, waiting for his moment to strike. As Frostmoth's claws left the dog and met the earth, Torrentpaw surged forward in his place, a foreclaw sinking into the dog's eye as they met its face. His hind legs tore and kicked at the base of the dog's neck as he sank his teeth into its ear.

As the dog began to rear it's body once more, Torrentpaw kicked off of the brute, in an attempt to avoid being flung into the ground a second time.

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

• ⟡ OOC -
  
  
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• Torrentpaw
  ‎ ‎ He/Him | Riverclan Apprentice
  
  ⟡
  "speech" - text - thoughts
  
  ⟡
  Mentored by Pineheart
  
  ⟡
  A rosetted charcoal Bengal.
  
  ⟡
  Has a sturdy build with a large head and paws, and short thick fur.
  
  ⟡
  Holds a zealous and determined demeanor.
  
  ⟡
  Usually seen with Squid

 

[Stonepaw]

The pounding in her ears was deafening—a thrum of blood and adrenaline thickening. Out of the corner of her eye, Stonepaw saw the other apprentice slip, dark fur vanishing into the grass. It is a fight for control between her and it.

The beast lurched beneath her, massive jaws snapping wildly, trying to reach the thing clinging to its neck. It buckled and snapped—but still, she held. Stonepaw could hardly register the pain in her leg anymore. Fear no longer has her hostage, but it rattles in her chest nonetheless. Still, she fights, clinging on stubbornly, her sharp points snagging on filthy flesh.

Then—movement. A blur followed by a voice that cut through the chaos with a commanding tone. She heeds instruction, rounded ears pinned as a small set of jaws open wide, seeking the soft skin of its throat. Thorny teeth sink, and a foul tang coats her tongue. Its blood is thick and bitter, a revolting syrup that mingles with her saliva.

She sank her claws deeper, driving her teeth down until the dog howled. Claws swipe over her head, ripping into its muzzle. The smaller tom that fell rejoined the fight with renewed ferocity. The horrible beast that chased her into another clan's territory was now overwhelmed. For every drop of her blood that spackled the ground, it bled thrice as much.

The dog gargles, its body twisting violently. Her grip finally failed, tearing free with a chunk of skin. Stonepaw tumbles toward the ground, landing with a heavy thud. A wheeze escapes her chest as air is forced from small lungs.

The beast stumbles over her, shoving past a whirl of claws and teeth with painful yelps. Then it turns, crashing back through the brush with its tail tucked between its legs, blood speckling its trail.

The apprentice twists, pain sparkling along her side. She slowly unfurls from the dirt, chest rising and falling, her muzzle smeared red, blood dripping from her chin into the grass below. Dazed blue eyes stare after the dog—shocked—trembling—bleeding—but alive.

Dice Roll: 1d15 → 15
If you guys want Torrentpaw or Frostmoth to get hurt, throw in any extra strikes or chase as it flees, that's up to you! But the dog has fled the scene!

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

• "speech" - thoughts / emphasis
  
•  
• 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​

 

[Torrentpaw]

- TORRENTPAW -

Not some average bones, I believe in love!

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ⟡

As he felt the dog begin to retreat, he tore his claws away from the beast, tearing back through skin and fur. Landing hastily onto the ground, Torrentpaw spat, trying to rid his mouth from the taste of dirty fur and acrid blood. His chest heaved, his breathing quick and harsh as the adrenaline slowly began to eb, the pain from his shoulder suddenly creeping back into his consciousness.

Torrentpaw turned, his gaze flickering from the stranger and Frostmoth. Catching a few more breaths, he took a few pawsteps closer to them.

"I'm glad you showed up when you did, Frostmoth." He began, dipping his head in gratitude towards the deputy. "I don't think that dog will be showing its face here again." Torrentpaw added, glancing over to the pointed she-cat.

She was the most disheveled out of all of them, blood staining her muzzle and fur that stuck out in all different directions. His eyes traveled over to her flank, swallowing hard at the sight of the gash that he assumed the dog had given her. Leaning forward to examine it further, the scent from her fur seemed to be that of skyclan. It wasn't a strong scent, but it was familiar to Torrentpaw from his tour of the borders with Pineheart.

"We need to get you home." He insisted, seeking her gaze. "Your medicine cat will need to treat you right away–or you can come to our camp, and see Jinglemoon." Torrentpaw meowed, his words quickening with urgency. Their camp was closer, and it would save them from having to cross the river to get to Skyclan quickest. His eyes continued to search the pointed cat's, awaiting her answer as his pelt prickled impatiently.

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

• ⟡ OOC -
  
  
•  
• Torrentpaw
  ‎ ‎ He/Him | Riverclan Apprentice
  
  ⟡
  "speech" - text - thoughts
  
  ⟡
  Mentored by Pineheart
  
  ⟡
  A rosetted charcoal Bengal.
  
  ⟡
  Has a sturdy build with a large head and paws, and short thick fur.
  
  ⟡
  Holds a zealous and determined demeanor.
  
  ⟡
  Usually seen with Squid

 

[Frostmoth]

The chaos of fighting a huge beast makes Frostmoth lose track of all the warm bodies around him. It isn't until the dog is screaming and howling in pain and running in defeat that he realizes he has been thrown from the dog's head. He lands a bit ungracefully, sliding in the dirt. It's painful, but nothing compared to what he imagines it could have been like to be trapped in the dog's jaws. He takes a few moments to catch his own breath before looking to either of the younger cats who were with him.

Frostmoth looks at Torrentpaw first, concerned primarily with the status of his own clanmate before the strange SkyClan apprentice. "Me too," he agrees with Torrentpaw's sentiment, not wanting to imagine the alternative of two apprentices fighting off a large dog by themselves. They had been fortunate- both in company and in skill- to come away from this fight without death or mortal wounding. The deputy's gaze follows Torrentpaw's to the pointed SkyClan apprentice, who seems worse for wear between the three of them.

"Torrentpaw is right," he agrees after a long pause "You need to be seen for your injuries." Even though this cat does not belong to his clan, he can't help but feel guilt knowing that she was injured at some point in the attack. For a brief moment, he replays the fight as he'd jumped in in his head. Had there been anything he could have done to prevent this...? Frostmoth quickly returns to the present, chastising himself instead for his mind wandering in such a time pertinent situation. "You fought well," he assures her "but we should hurry."

OH, MY GOD ★ MAKE ME IN YOUR IMAGE

• "SPEECH"
• ★ FROST — he/him, riverclan deputy, 20 moons
  — penned by carat, feel free to ping or dm for plots!
  — longhair black and white bicolor with blue eyes
  — peaceful powerplay ok! all interactions ok!
  
• penned by carat!