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This was not the way she expected to die. The pale buttercream yellow she-cat pressed herself against the roots of the tree deep in its hollow as far as she could. The black stinking snout of the fox snapped at her as it tried to reach her swollen belly. Her adrenaline soared through her veins as painful contractions raked her smaller body. If ever these kits were choosing a terrible time to come into this world... it was now. As the fox pulled away to circle the tree in search of a better access point, fear and the thought of the life she owed these kits pressed her to run. She darted from the roots. Tripping on one as she exited and rolling a few times before jumping to her paws with the fox snapping at her tail. Her belly swayed violently as she darted under brush. Her pelt ripping from snags and thorns embedding themselves in her skin. The loner hissed as the fox naught her tail and dragged her back out from under the brush. It let go for a second but she was too slow. Its powerful jaws sank into her back right leg a sickening snap echoing only to be drowned out by her scream of pain. Another contraction raked itself across her body as desperately clawed at the ground only to have heavy claws rake across her back as the fox pulled her closer opening gashes between her shoulder blades. She arched her back a whimpered going limp as she waited for her life and her kits lives to be stolen away from them. The foxes breath was hot on her neck as it clamped its jaws on the back of her neck lifting her limp form into the air.
Edited Nov 15, 2020 17:12:40 GMT -5 By Summerthyme
Jetstar had been out hunting. Taking her time to practice her stalking when her ears snapped up at the sound of a cat in distress. She lifted her head up mouth opening to scent the air.
Fox!
Jetstar took off running towards the source with as much speed as she could muster.
She let out a yowl when she saw the scarlet red fur, and the stench of blood. She didn't give the fox a moment before she was on it. Claws out and tearing along it's back with all the ferocity she could muster. Before leaping off and drawing back.
"Come on you beast, come and try me!" She hissed swiping at it's tail to make it turn to her.
She didn't intend to come in hot on Jetstar's heels, and there was the faintest moment of annoyance before her attention refocused on the matter at hand. As the leader lunged directly into the fray, drawing attention to her and away from the fox's would-be meal, Dancingdragon threw herself underneath it and scored sharp claws against its vulnerable underbelly. Before it had a chance to snap at her, she adeptly rolled back out of range, drawing close to the pointed leader. "Try not to get bit, Jetstar," she taunted, exhilarated.
Jetstar flashed her trusted a grin. "Same to you Dancingdragon, who else will I verbally spar with if you die?" She asked. Tensing up as she prepared for the fox's retaliation. "Keep up the pressure, we need to get it off that queen!"
Post by Summerthyme on Nov 15, 2020 15:12:41 GMT -5
The she-cat was surprised when she was dropped from the foxes jaws and had the wind knocked out of her from her impact with the earth. She tried to pull herself to the brush and out of the way. She stench of blood filling her nose. Her leg was broken and she was sure even a few ribs too. Another contraction made her whimper as she panted laying on her side squeezing her eyes closed as she listened to the sounds of battle.
The fox turned on Jetstar. Its jaws snapping at her annoyance and rage in its amber gaze. Not realizing another cat was there the fox was unprepared for the pain that emitted from its belly as Dancingdragon assaulted its underbelly. Jumping up and to the side it turned on the assailant with angry barks and snapping jaws.
Jetstar moved in when it jumped away from Dancingdragon, having avoided the snapping jaws.
She darted forward, swiping at it's snout before jumping to the side and going low, clawing at it's hindlegs for a moment before moving along swiping at it's tail.
Running behind it to draw it after her so Dancingdragon could get another chance to attack it.
The jaws of certain death were not swift enough to catch Dancingdragon, who pranced out of range, Jetstar moving in at this time to get another strike in. As much as the two opposed each other, they moved in sync as if practiced; when the leader moved away, the trusted would move close. She leaped towards the fox and sprang directly into its face, latching on for long enough to barrage its eyes viciously. "Go for its throat!" Dancingdragon held on for as long as she could, despite the fox swinging its head wildly to disengage her, and she hoped it would be enough to allow Jetstar time to finish it.
Jetstar darted back into the fray. Turning her body around by leaping onto a nearby tree and pushing off of it to maintain her momentum.
Coming in from it's flank, Jetstar dropped low, and twisted her body like a snake. The ground digging into her fur a little, but the momentum allowed her to get right within reach of it's neck.
Digging her claws into it's side and shoulder. Jetstar drew back her head, opened her mouth and then clamped her jaws down onto it's throat, biting with all her might.
Post by Summerthyme on Nov 15, 2020 15:33:47 GMT -5
Growing confused from the swift motions of the clan cats the fox snarled in annoyance. Its jaws snapping at air where a cat once was.
When jaws met its throat is shuddered back in disbelief. Swinging it head back and forth to rid it of its attacker. Only to dislodge the cat and have its throat break open too. It choked as it turned tail and ran. Blood trailing behind it.
Edited Nov 15, 2020 15:35:34 GMT -5 By Summerthyme
Jetstar grunted as she landed back on the ground, turning over and spitting out the foxes blood from her mouth. She grinned teeth bloody. "And stay out!" She called after it.
She'd have to send out a patrol to make sure the fox had either expired from it's wounds or had left SpringClan territory far behind.
But for now, she got to her paws and turned to Dancingdragon. "Good work." She told the trusted, then a grin came to her face. "See, neither of us died, SpringClan hasn't suffered an unbearable loss today." She remarked.
"Maybe not yet," Dancingdragon reminded her as she approached the wounded she-cat. For a cat with such a harsh exterior, there was something gentle awoken in her when she crouched beside the cat. "You're going to be just fine, I promise," she murmured, then looked up at Jetstar, "We need to get her back to camp-- fast."
Post by Summerthyme on Nov 15, 2020 15:44:12 GMT -5
The she-cat blinked hazily at Dancingdragon her pool blue eyes turning gray from pain. "My k..kits" she managed as another contraction stole her words from her. She moaned as she laid her head back down and braced against the pain.
Jetstar hadn't even fully registered the other she cat. Too focused on dealing with the fox. But once Dancingdragon brought her attention to the other cat she immediately moved over to the struggling queen's side.
Jetstar nodded. "Right, better we get her closer. At the worst if we have to stop it won't be as far for one of us to run and get Softpelt or Fawnheart." She crouched down, "Try and get her on my back. IF we can her propped up on one of us, the other can ensure she doesn't slip off. Otherwise we'll be dragging her and that could be bad."
Then the queen's words registered and Jetstar drew back. "I don't think we can move her. I think we have to deliver the kits here." Her ears flattened. "I've never delivered kits, have you?" She asked an edge of worry to her voice.
"Kits??? Do I LOOK like I ever had kits or learned how to give birth to them?" Panic was beginning to set in, but she quashed those feelings in an attempt to not let it affect the soon-to-be mother. She sucked in a deep breath. "Okay, okay, uhh.. I'm going to go find a stick for her to bite on and some wet moss. You make sure they don't fall out." And before Jetstar could get a word in egdewise, Dancingdragon slipped into the overgrowth.
"FALL OUT?!" Jetstar shouted voice going up several octaves. Could kits just fall out?! Littlestar never mentioned that they could just fall out.
The leader shifted from paw to paw, trying to control her nerves. She was the leader. She had to be in control. She took in a deep breath and then let it out. Unfortunately burying her head in the dirt and screaming into it wasn't a viable option. Especially when she had a hurt queen on her paws.
Oh right! She was hurt.
"Get some cobwebs too!" She shouted after Dancingdragon. A few birds shrieking at Jetstar's raised voice but the tan and black she cat didn't pay it much mind. Turning her focus to the queen.
"Hey, it's going to be okay. All right? Just breath and uh... do whatever your bodies telling you to do!" She said. Nature allowed these things to happen naturally? Oh StarClan, she didn't want to have a dead queen on her paws. Where was Dancingdragon? If Jetstar started shouting would Fawnheart or Softpelt just happen to hear it?
Post by Summerthyme on Nov 15, 2020 16:08:00 GMT -5
The loner at this point was barely registering their conversation but if she was simply just an onlooker she wouldnt probabaly be rolling her eyes and laughing at their antics. But as the cat with kits "about to fall out," she was starting to worry.
Jetstar wasn't liking how the queen didn't respond. "Come on you gotta breathe... and what else did they say?" She racked her brain trying to think of all the times there'd been a birth in SunClan. Trying to think what Littlestar or Foxstar or even Mountainsound would say.
Kits had been born all the time! How could she not know how to guide a queen through this?
"Dancingdragon!" She called again. "I think we really need an actual medicine cat! Get back here so I can run and get one!"
It was a bit before the white cat reemerged. If you asked, she was definitely only looking for the supplies, which she did acquire, but what she wouldn't admit under any circumstance was that she had taken a few extra minutes to have a totally mild panic attack. Selfish, sure, but necessary.
"Alright, here," she said as she ambled back over and dropped the bundle of items. She hazarded a look around and was relieved to see that Jetstar didn't allow any kits to escape nor did it seem like she'd tried to plug the birthing mother up to prevent their possible, premature escaoe.
Upon Jetstar's latest yowl, she blanched. "You can't leave me here with this!"
"Neither of us have had kits or delivered kits!" Jetstar meowed quickly. "Softpelt is like SpringClan's designated mother! Or any she cat who's had a litter! I've never been in the den when a queen's had kits! I just vaguely know how it goes down!"
"There's a stick, there's the medicine cat telling the queen to push, and then at some point the kits appear!"
