Post by Hellion on Nov 5, 2017 4:04:43 GMT -5
Coalmask saw her across the camp and waited to call out to her but stopped himself. They hadn't spoken more than a word to each other since that night Coalmask stuck his tail in his mouth and chomped down. He knew he upset her but Coalmask lacked the social skills to walk up to her and say he was sorry. Instead, he watched her from afar and grumbled to himself. The twisted guilt gnawing at insides. His mother had noticed his turmoil and flicked her tail to get his attention. "What has your whisker in a twist?"She asked which prompted him to look at her and dip his head in greeting. "Nothing, I thought I heard my name," He lied as he settled his pale amber eyes on his mother. Her sharp blue ones narrowed down before her ears twitched. "Have you hunted for the Clan?" She questioned. His reply was a simple shake of his head 'no'. Already knowing his mother's next set of words, Coalmask dipped his head in farewell before leaving his mother presence. He knew better than to try and lose her gaze, she had an uncanny ability to track him within the camp walls. He always knew when she was watching, a cold chill often ran down his spine. His mothers with the icy-blue gaze. Deciding to avoid her coming after him again and to lessen the hurt from watching Squirrelheart from a distance, Coalmask left the camp. He headed toward the black wood without a plan in mind. The hunting in that area was a challenge but it would keep him distracted for hours to come. Picking up his pace, Coalmask avoided the puddles in favor of keeping his paws mostly dry. The trip was short and once he arrived Coalmask scented the air. The dampness of the air made it difficult to scent anything out beyond the smell of wet earth. Moving forward he rooted around for any stronger scents and let his other scenes becoming hyper-focused on the hunt. Coalmask became so focused he didn't notice the arrival of a certain vulpine creature, a female in fact. Her bright orange pelt was a stark contrast with the blackness of the woods around her. Normally foxes didn't bother taking on a fully grown cat, but it seemed it was Coalmask's unlucky day. The fox happened to be female and heavily pregnant with her own set of kits. She seemed to have decided the blackwoods would be a nice place to nest and stay warm for the winter. It wasn't until the sharp tang of her scent washed over Coalmask's nose that he looked up. A hindrance of her pelt was the contrast and he was able to spot her. Carefully he moved away from her to avoid the conflict but he happened to walk into a twig, snapping it in half and alerting the female to him. She turned her large head toward him and growled. Coalmask's fur bristled as he prepared to flee and avoid fighting her on his own, but she had darker plans. She bolted right for him and Coalmask had little chance to make a plan. Instead, he turned tail and sprinted away from her and tried to find an escape as he ran. Coming upon a rotting log, Coalmask was able to tell she was round with kits and not likely to fit in the log. Rushing inside Coalmask turned on his heels and prepared to fight her off using the log as a shelter. The vixen didn't give up even if Coalmask was partially out of reach. The tom was a threat to her den and she wasn't going to let him go free. Her jaws snapped at him and was able to latch on to outstretched paw as he attempted to strike her jaw. A sharp, pained yowl escaped Coalmask as she bit him. Coming to terms with the unlikelihood he was getting out without serious injury, Coalmask prepared to fight his way out once he got a clear shot to claw at her face. He just needed to wait a little bit longer. |
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