Chaos in the darkāSable, the backstabbing son of an owl, is attacking the colony, attacking Hawthorneāthe colony shaken awake just in time, fur flying and yowls rigging before the break of dawnā
And Water Snake, mostly blind, straining to catch a glimpse of his sister through the fighting and the lack of light (curse his useless reptile's eyesā), thinking (panicking): where is she? Where is my sister? Sable and Hawthorne are struggling against each other, and she would not be far from her mate, no matter how pregnant up to her eyes she is, if only because the traitor caught them one paw out of bed.
Finally he catches sight of her: he could recognize her pelt in pitch darkness, by the space she takes in the world alone. He slinks around the fighting, keeps low to the ground and to the edges of the conflict as he darts towards his sibling. She's too close. Anyone could stumble into her, or worse, turn their hostility on her. That's what he would do, in their place: take Hawhtorne's heavily pregnant mate hostage and force him to relent. He would do it, the tender-hearted fool; Water Snake would make him, otherwise, teeth in his throat to make him bend before claws could tear at his sister's pelt.
He's nearly next to her when his straining eyes are drawn to a flash of white rushing their way; a black and white cat coming straight for Serpent, yelling: "YOU HAVE TO -"
Water Snake is not a fighter; he has neither the inclination nor the instinct for it, especially like this, heads-on, confused, outnumbered. But he is startled, and terrified, and his sister is vulnerable right next to him; those feelings pull him up like a spiderweb wrapped around his throat, up on his hindlegs, and his claws flash towards the attacker's face as he throws his entire meager weight and all the violence he is capable of into knocking her off-course, away from Serpent.
And Water Snake, mostly blind, straining to catch a glimpse of his sister through the fighting and the lack of light (curse his useless reptile's eyesā), thinking (panicking): where is she? Where is my sister? Sable and Hawthorne are struggling against each other, and she would not be far from her mate, no matter how pregnant up to her eyes she is, if only because the traitor caught them one paw out of bed.
Finally he catches sight of her: he could recognize her pelt in pitch darkness, by the space she takes in the world alone. He slinks around the fighting, keeps low to the ground and to the edges of the conflict as he darts towards his sibling. She's too close. Anyone could stumble into her, or worse, turn their hostility on her. That's what he would do, in their place: take Hawhtorne's heavily pregnant mate hostage and force him to relent. He would do it, the tender-hearted fool; Water Snake would make him, otherwise, teeth in his throat to make him bend before claws could tear at his sister's pelt.
He's nearly next to her when his straining eyes are drawn to a flash of white rushing their way; a black and white cat coming straight for Serpent, yelling: "YOU HAVE TO -"
Water Snake is not a fighter; he has neither the inclination nor the instinct for it, especially like this, heads-on, confused, outnumbered. But he is startled, and terrified, and his sister is vulnerable right next to him; those feelings pull him up like a spiderweb wrapped around his throat, up on his hindlegs, and his claws flash towards the attacker's face as he throws his entire meager weight and all the violence he is capable of into knocking her off-course, away from Serpent.
- ooc: @Flintberry @Needle @serpent KILL!!
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WATER SNAKE ā HE/HIMļ½„ 23 MOONS ļ½„ COLONY CAT ļ½„ PENNED BY @Kangoo