Post by bluebird on Dec 23, 2006 19:09:02 GMT -5
Oatspot crawled out from the Warrior's Den. He yawned and streched. Then he woke up the other cats that were going on the dawn patrol. When he was finished Blackwhisker, Leoparedpelt, Whitebrook, and Colverpaw were ready to head out of camp. They headed down towards the moor. It was cold and the snow was slowing them down. Oatspot looked over his shoulder and almost thought Whitebrook was snow! They continued on silently until Leopardpelt stopped while Oatspot marked his scent and said, "Cloverpaw what can you smell?"
" Hmmmm I smell FOX, and strong!" Sudden panick fled through Oatspot. He opened his mouth and sure enough Cloverpaw was right foxes alot of them and heading this way. Sure enough 4 foxes burst out of the bracken and leapt onto the cats. They gave a surprised mrrrow of shock and then leapt into battle. While Oatspot attacked he thought: this is unusual foxes usally are solitary. It is very unlike them to travel in packs! Then a fox bit down hard on his shoulder and he was shocked back into the real world. He heard the other cats desperatley trying to get ahold of the situation. But Oatspot could tell they were losing. And then he heard a pitiful wail. A big fox was standing over the limp form of Cloverpaw, Oatspot leapt at the fox but then was dragged back as another grabbed his leg. He turned around to face the animal and snarled. With paw unseathed he leapt onto the fox's face and started to claw the animals eye's out. The fox yelped in pain and let go of his leg. He once again turned to Cloverpaw but it was to late he could do nothing for his clan mate. Only avenge her death and that was exactly what he was planning on doing. Oatspot spun around and with a yowl of hate leapt at the fox's throat, but the fox was quick. It thrashed it's head and caught Oatspot in it's jaws. Oatspot yowled in pain and then was dropped all he saw was a flash of white. Whitebrook was on the fox's back. Rakeing her claws over his body. But then something awful happened another fox nearby grabbed Whitebrook off the other one's back. Whitebrook was so surprised. The fox thrashed its head and threw her up in the air. Whitebrook landed with a thud, before Oatspot could do anything the fox plundged it's fangs into Whitebrook neck. He knew it was all over. Oatspot felt dispare but then suddenly the foxes suddenly retreated, he saw the pelts of his clan mates chasing them. A hunting patrol had heard their yowls and rushed to help. Now that the foxes were gone they could head back to camp.
" Hmmmm I smell FOX, and strong!" Sudden panick fled through Oatspot. He opened his mouth and sure enough Cloverpaw was right foxes alot of them and heading this way. Sure enough 4 foxes burst out of the bracken and leapt onto the cats. They gave a surprised mrrrow of shock and then leapt into battle. While Oatspot attacked he thought: this is unusual foxes usally are solitary. It is very unlike them to travel in packs! Then a fox bit down hard on his shoulder and he was shocked back into the real world. He heard the other cats desperatley trying to get ahold of the situation. But Oatspot could tell they were losing. And then he heard a pitiful wail. A big fox was standing over the limp form of Cloverpaw, Oatspot leapt at the fox but then was dragged back as another grabbed his leg. He turned around to face the animal and snarled. With paw unseathed he leapt onto the fox's face and started to claw the animals eye's out. The fox yelped in pain and let go of his leg. He once again turned to Cloverpaw but it was to late he could do nothing for his clan mate. Only avenge her death and that was exactly what he was planning on doing. Oatspot spun around and with a yowl of hate leapt at the fox's throat, but the fox was quick. It thrashed it's head and caught Oatspot in it's jaws. Oatspot yowled in pain and then was dropped all he saw was a flash of white. Whitebrook was on the fox's back. Rakeing her claws over his body. But then something awful happened another fox nearby grabbed Whitebrook off the other one's back. Whitebrook was so surprised. The fox thrashed its head and threw her up in the air. Whitebrook landed with a thud, before Oatspot could do anything the fox plundged it's fangs into Whitebrook neck. He knew it was all over. Oatspot felt dispare but then suddenly the foxes suddenly retreated, he saw the pelts of his clan mates chasing them. A hunting patrol had heard their yowls and rushed to help. Now that the foxes were gone they could head back to camp.
