SMOKE
APPRENTICE OF SKYCLAN
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(TW; blood and leg injury)
Leaves scatter as a young tabby races across the Skyclan border. The adrenaline in his veins dulls the scent of the territory markers meant to ward him away and the sound of the prey he sends fleeing into the undergrowth. His bright orange eyes are wide and panicked, and each breath comes hard and heavy.
The leaves don't even have time to settle back to the ground before the dog thundering after him sends them flying even higher.
Even for his age the cat is tiny, but before the hound on his heels he is a mouse. He can't help but desperately wonder why it thinks such a small meal is worth chasing all this way. Size is the only advantage he can think to leverage, and it is the reason he made a break for the trees the moment he saw them.
His petite body darts under tall roots and scrambles through massive bushes in the hopes of losing his pursuer. The dog will not be so easily deterred; it jumps over the roots and breaks right through the bushes. It is slowed down, which keeps him alive, but it does not give up the chase. It is smart enough to know when it's prey is getting tired.
Smoke can still hear the crashing footfalls behind him. His eyes dart across the horizon, searching for something, anything that he can use.
The dog's breath is on his heels when he spots it; a small hole in the ground through a small gap in the tree roots. There is no time to worry if the gap is small enough to keep the dog out or if the den is still inhabited, if he doesn't do something he will be dead in moments. He turns toward it.
"Please please please..." Each word is breathy and haggard, barely louder than a breath. Smoke does not know who he is pleading with (himself? the dog? the sky above?), but desperation pulls the words from him regardless. Just a little further...
There! He throws himself head first through the gap. The jump is good, but the landing isn't. His face goes hard into the dirt and his leg gets caught in the roots, leaving it dangling out of the den. The dog's jaws clamp down upon it. Smoke releases a strangled cry into the dirt as he writhes, ripping his leg out of his attacker's mouth before it can secure its hold. That hurts even worse, and he screams even louder as he presses himself into the back of the den. It is even smaller than it looked from the outside.
Above him, the dog presses its muzzle through the roots as far as it will go, its paws scrabbling against the dirt outside. It's jaws snap against the air in front of Smoke's face.
Smoke, his white fur speckled with dirt and blood, stares in horror at the yellow teeth in front of him. He is certain he will die. It is only a matter of time until the dog will push a little further through the opening and find some purchase on him and drag him out into the open. Any moment could be his last. He is just waiting for it.
//wait for @flowercloud and @Cloudbearer
Leaves scatter as a young tabby races across the Skyclan border. The adrenaline in his veins dulls the scent of the territory markers meant to ward him away and the sound of the prey he sends fleeing into the undergrowth. His bright orange eyes are wide and panicked, and each breath comes hard and heavy.
The leaves don't even have time to settle back to the ground before the dog thundering after him sends them flying even higher.
Even for his age the cat is tiny, but before the hound on his heels he is a mouse. He can't help but desperately wonder why it thinks such a small meal is worth chasing all this way. Size is the only advantage he can think to leverage, and it is the reason he made a break for the trees the moment he saw them.
His petite body darts under tall roots and scrambles through massive bushes in the hopes of losing his pursuer. The dog will not be so easily deterred; it jumps over the roots and breaks right through the bushes. It is slowed down, which keeps him alive, but it does not give up the chase. It is smart enough to know when it's prey is getting tired.
Smoke can still hear the crashing footfalls behind him. His eyes dart across the horizon, searching for something, anything that he can use.
The dog's breath is on his heels when he spots it; a small hole in the ground through a small gap in the tree roots. There is no time to worry if the gap is small enough to keep the dog out or if the den is still inhabited, if he doesn't do something he will be dead in moments. He turns toward it.
"Please please please..." Each word is breathy and haggard, barely louder than a breath. Smoke does not know who he is pleading with (himself? the dog? the sky above?), but desperation pulls the words from him regardless. Just a little further...
There! He throws himself head first through the gap. The jump is good, but the landing isn't. His face goes hard into the dirt and his leg gets caught in the roots, leaving it dangling out of the den. The dog's jaws clamp down upon it. Smoke releases a strangled cry into the dirt as he writhes, ripping his leg out of his attacker's mouth before it can secure its hold. That hurts even worse, and he screams even louder as he presses himself into the back of the den. It is even smaller than it looked from the outside.
Above him, the dog presses its muzzle through the roots as far as it will go, its paws scrabbling against the dirt outside. It's jaws snap against the air in front of Smoke's face.
Smoke, his white fur speckled with dirt and blood, stares in horror at the yellow teeth in front of him. He is certain he will die. It is only a matter of time until the dog will push a little further through the opening and find some purchase on him and drag him out into the open. Any moment could be his last. He is just waiting for it.
//wait for @flowercloud and @Cloudbearer
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SMOKE
— 6 MOONS
— HE/HIM
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Tiny silver tabby with high white and bright orange eyes.
#cf5c2f
