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Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 30, 2021 20:42:32 GMT -5
Cleaver figured we should do a Jay and Rabbit meeting thread It was the sort of bang that could be heard across the world. It felt like it to the white she-cat who sprinted across the fields and up the mountain. Birds took off at the sound, their silhouettes covering the sky as a second bang was echoed out. And all at once, the she-cat felt her whole body go hot and cold at the same time. She'd feel it later, but the adrenaline kept her running. It was only in her peripheral she was able to catch the shadow of a deer running next to her before disappearing into the woods.
She didn't know how far she ran, a trail of blood in her wake as she slowed to a crawl. The barking of dogs had long since stopped, and the pain was catching up to her. She felt like she was falling apart at the seams, barely conscious by the time she hit the ground in Fallclan. Gasping for air. She needed help, needed someone to save her. Anyone. She'd be grateful forever if she got to live for even one more day.
"Well, you're not the worst hunter here," Jayjack acknowledged as he faced the apprentice down. It wasn't the best apprentice assessment he'd judged so far, far from it, but at least this 'paw had the common sense to cower before him and meekly nod to his commands. He didn't need to inspire fear, though he certainly didn't mind it; what was important to him was obedience and respect, and this cat had it in spades. He figured they would do all right.
He dismissed the cat with a flick of his tail and turned to prowl deeper into the woods, intending to take a long way home, when the scent of blood carried on the wind and he swore he heard tumbling steps and rapid breathing. The aurulent chased down the scent until he found a young cat bloodied and on the ground.
"Hey now," he grunted as he dropped to her side, nosing her scruff, "what happened here?"
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 4, 2021 14:37:16 GMT -5
The breath she let out was gurgling, blood pooling in her mouth before dripping onto the forest floor below her. She couldn't really feel the prodding on her scruff, but more the realization she was moving slightly. Panic gripped her again, remembering the reason she ran in the first place. It was the only reason she was able to open her eyes and meet Jayjack's gaze. One eye sky blue, the other a rusty amber. She didn't recognize him, and she collapsed to the ground again. "help... please..." She wanted to cry or beg, but she didn't have the strength. "I don't... wanna die."
Jayjack examined her with a cursory look. The wound was small but deep; he had never seen anything like it in all his moons. Most predators left slashing wounds or deep paired marks from a bite, usually matched with tear damage, but there was none of that here. The margins of the wound were clean and neat.
He shook his head. "Oh, you'll be fine," he assured her gruffly. Whatever the injury, it was bleeding profusely, but it was small. "Let's get you to the medicine cats. Chestnutspeck, Weaselpaw!" he shouted, his voice strong and reverberating.
Jayjack leaned over her and unceremoniously locked his jaws in her scruff, then began dragging her back to camp. At least he made an effort to be gentle.
Post by strawberrycupid on May 18, 2021 23:30:36 GMT -5
Even with the gruff assurance, and being slung into his jaws like a chew toy, a wash of relief came over them. There were no semantics, nothing overly flowery or promising. It felt more real in her blood loss mind and it made her believe him more. It slowed the hammering of her heart, hoping beyond hope he was right.
