Post by ♛ 𝔽𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 on Feb 29, 2020 18:36:58 GMT -5
I don't know if this is counted as a "battle" thread since Asterpaw won't actually be participating in the attack but oh well :'D
Asterpaw
11 Moons || TreeClan || Apprentice
The snow of the day before had left Asterpaw in a remarkably good mood. As the evening drew to a close, he found himself slipping into a calm, drowsy sleep. Eventually, after stumbling through the odd colours and scents of a dream, he awoke to find that he definitely needed to use the dirtplace. He glanced through the gloom at Glacierpaw, who lay curled up beside him in the springy moss of his nest. Robinpaw’s calico fur was more noticeable in the half-light. Ducktail wasn’t there anymore, for some unforeseen reason he had moved to a different den. Asterpaw had worried that perhaps it was his fault, maybe he made the brown tom uncomfortable.
Shaking his misgivings away, he stretched in his nest and carefully stepped out of it, trying not to trod on Glacierpaw’s tail. Right, the dirt-place. He pushed out of the den into the night, pleased to see that the light blanket of snow still covered everything. It was not as pristine as it had been when it first settled, pawprints scattered among the white sheet, but somehow to Asterpaw that made it all the more beautiful. It was nice to see proof that he was not alone in this ghostly night world. Feeling a peace settle on his heart, the white tom strode through the white camp, pushing into the dirtplace to do his business. It was cold, and unpleasant, to have to be out here so late and with such cold snow freezing his paw-pads. But at least he knew he had a cosy warm den and kin and friends to go back to.
Pushing back into the camp, he emerged just in time to see a large group of cats converging into the camp, stark against the snow. His blue eyes widened in bewilderment as he stood there, paws rooted in the spot, unable to conceive why there would be strangers in his home, why they would have such savage intent in their eyes. Before he could budge, react or even draw a breath, a form bowled into his side and tossed him to the ground. His muzzle collided with snow, and a paw pinned down on his shoulder with claws pricking his skin. Bewildered, frightened and indignant that his nose had been grazed against the ground, Asterpaw tried to kick free of his captor. He felt teeth in his scruff, and was startled when the other cat shook him like a dog would shake a toy. Dazed, Asterpaw only had time to wonder why this cat was trying to hurt him, why she was here, before he managed to wrench free of her grip and dislodge her teeth. Bristling, with no fighting experience beyond his play with his brother and sister and the hunting training he had been given by Foxfur, Asterpaw did not know what to do to defend himself. He whipped around onto his back and lashed out with a desperate paw, claws unsheathed, managing to nick the silver she-cat across the face. She flinched, only for a moment, but it was enough time for Asterpaw to scrabble free and retreat out of the range of her merciless paws. Looking around him with shocked blue eyes, he realised that the strangers were attacking everyone. Everyone.
Can't you see I'm trying ?