run away, run away ; I'LL ATTACK !!

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jaspersmoke & flaxfeather

Undergrowth crunched beneath his wide paws asd Jaspersmoke led the way through the forest of BrightClan. The scent of fox, and terrified kit was thick in his nostrils. He could hear the frantic breathing of Flaxfeather behind him, and felt a surge of pity for the younger warrior. Jaspersmoke imagined what it would be like to lose Mythshadows, Requiemhaunt or Lynxleap to a fox... But no, Flaxfeather's kits weren't lost yet. They were still alive. They had to be! Jaspersmoke increased his pace, a light wind stirring his pale ginger fur. The scent of fox was getting stronger, filling his nostrils and making him wrinkle his nose. And suddenly, there they were. Four of them; the biggest carried the two smallest kits in it's mouth, a tortoiseshell and a little dappled bengal. The other three each carried a tomkit in it's mouth. Jaspersmoke narrowed his eyes.

Flaxfeather leapt forward, unable to control himself. The foxes dropped their charges and slunk forth, teeth gleaming. The orange tabby snarled at them. "You better not have hurt my kits, you scum!" he hissed, deep in his throat, his pastel green eyes dangerous slits. Flaxfeather lashed out at the nearest fox, his claws shining in the sunlight. It whined as his claws cinnected with it's chest, causing blood to spatter the grass. Flaxfeather hissed as teeth connected with his tail, and whipped around, only to find all four foxes leaning over him, looking menacing.

Jaspersmoke gasped. "No!" The muscular warrior bounded forward, leaping onto the back of the biggest fox, so that only three faced Flaxfeather. He dug in his claws, ripping at the orange fur. The creature growled furiously and shook him off. Jaspersmoke faced it, his fur bristling, sides heaving. He could hear Flaxfeather hissing and snarling as he fought, and hoped one of the others would help him. Jaspersmoke jumped aside as the fox lunged for him, scratching it's side. This was a fight they had to win.

// Aurrie and I are killing off Jasper and North, so yeah... Raven agreed to have the Leaflax kits taken by foxes, and a patrol go after them. Jaspy's gonna get injured badly in this fight, then get taken back to camp and die there. The Leaflax kits won't be hurt at all, unless you want them to have minor cuts, etc. And could some people post here as part of the patrol, maybe a couple of warriors and an apprentice...?

Thanks!

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OOC. I can stick in Requiemhaunt as part of the patrol so she can look after Jaspersmoke all the way back to camp D:

Also, can we post with the kits? Not that there's much of a point right now, but I want Pheasant to get a scar on the back of his neck- one of this shallow but bloody type wound things that doesn't heal properly? he'll love bragging about it ^^

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// Okay, to both. xD Feel free to post with the kits if you want; just don't want them do something too stupid. xDD

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requiemhaunt & pheasantkit

The dappled russet-and-grey she-cat burst through the bushes after Jaspersmoke and Flaxfeather. She skidded to a halt, seeing the foxes come up around them. One leapt for Jaspersmoke, and Requiemhaunt couldn't stop herself. She leapt onto its side, digging her claws into the orange fur. The fox snarled in anger and shook her off, and Requiemhaunt barely managed to stay upright as she landed. The warrior looked at her dad briefly, somewhat scared by the intensity of the fire in his eyes. Her attention refocused on the fox as it started towards her, and the she-cat scrambled backwards. The fall had taken the wind out of her, and her breathing was heavy as she struggled to move backwards.

"Dad!" the cry escaped her lips before she could stop it. She didn't want him to have to worry about protecting her. But she was scared.

Pheasantkit had been watching the whole thing, excited and scared at the same time. The warriors and the foxes were fighting! It would have been pretty cool if he hadn't been kidnapped and wounded. Yes, wounded. A large cut crossed the back of his neck. It wasn't deep, but it sure was bloody. He made sure that his siblings could see it as he whispered. "If I hadn't been cut like this, I would be fighting too! I would show thoses foxes what it's really like to be scared!"

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[KURI. (happy birfday to me :D)]

slatesky.

He padded alongside Jaspersmoke in the patrol, silent in his steps with every last one of his senses alert. He scented the fox long before he saw them, and when he did he was alarmed that the kits were still alive. It all happened fast, what came next: Flaxfeather jumping at a fox. Suddenly, he was cornered. Just as suddenly, Jaspersmoke was in the fight, too. His daughter watched with wide eyes, and tried to help, only to be noticed by a large fox. Slatesky jumped to the youngest warrior's side, ripping at the fox with his claws. Something at the back of his mind told him to signal to Jaspersmoke that his daughter was alright, but he couldn't focus on that when he had a fox almost on top of him.

Suddenly, the fox grew tired of letting the gray warrior batter at it and raised a dark paw. It slapped Slatesky out of the way, and he lay there for a second, stunned. Then the adrenaline kicked in again, and he tried to stand up... but it was too late; the escape route he could have ran through a minute ago had been blocked up by more fighting foxes. His eyes flickered to Requiemhaunt. He was just as trapped as she was. "You try to run through it's legs," he puffed, barely able to get the words out. "Attack it from behind and... I'll follow..." Would this plan work? His mind was spinning and this was the only sensible plan he could think of to get them both out.

ooc: somehow I think I've lost my roleplaying-in-battle touch. :/

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jaspersmoke & flaxfeather

Jaspersmoke continued to fight his fox, a whirl of claws, teeth and pale ginger fur. The muscular warrior managed to claw out a chunk of fur on the fox's shoulder, before it buffeted him away with it's forepaws. The warrior stood still, panting, blood dripping from a cut above one of his eyes. The tom gave a grunt of surprise as a reddish blur knocked the fox away from him. It was Requiemhaunt. The tom snarled at his daughter. No! "Requiemhaunt, be careful!" he yowled, his ears flat to his head. Jaspersmoke gasped as he heard his daughter's high-pitched yowls. She was in trouble! Jaspersmoke bounded towards her, only for Slatesky to get there before him. It was all going wrong. He hadn't needed help, he could have taken the fox... Now Slatesky and Requiemhaunt were trapped, and Flaxfeather was still fighting off three foxs single-handedly.

The warrior dithered, indecision flashing in his eyes. He wanted to help his daughter, but she had Slatesky... And Flaxfeather was outnumbered... Finally, Jaspersmoke wheeled around and darted to help the ginger warrior. He barrelled into a fox that had pinned the tom to the grass, knocking it away. Jaspersmoke felt claws rake his side and turned, spitting. One of the other foxes, a female, had attacked him. He lashed out at her face, causing blood to spurt from her muzzle. Jaspersmoke backed off, his fur bristling. The first fox was getting to it's paws, and now both were advancing on him. The tom hissed furiously as they leapt at him. He was lost in a sea of red fur. He couldn't see, or breathe...

Flaxfeather rolled onto his fluffy paws. His thick fur was matted and hanging from his body in bloody clumps. The tom shook himself impatiently, blood running down his sides. One fox still leered down at him. The tom snarled fiercely at it. It was the smallest of the bunch, and seemed less confident. Flaxfeather reared on his hind legs, slashing at it's eyes. The fox yelped in pain and staggered sideways, it's eyes tight shut. It tumbled onto it's side and struggled, unable to gain it's paws. Flaxfeather heard the shrieks of the rest of the patrol, but the sight of his wide-eyed kits made him deaf to them. The ginger tom ran to his litter, pulling them all close. He examined each kit. Pheasantkit seemed a bit worse for wear, but the others seemed fine, only shaken. Flaxfeather breathed out in relief.

Pumpkinkit watched the battle with wide pastel-green eyes. The little white and ginger kit stretched his neck, wincing. His body was sore from when the fox had roughly seized him. The young tom blinked at Pheasantkit, his eyes round as he examined his brother's wound. "Wow, you'll have a battle scar!" he breathed in awe. Pumpkinkit squealed as his father ran towards them, scooping them up. "Daddy! It was so scary!" The tom grimaced. "Ugh, Dad, you smell funny." He was of course referring to the stench of blood coming from his father's tattered pelt, and pulled away from him, wrinkling his nose.

Meanwhile, Jaspersmoke was fighting for his life. The large tom lashed out with both paws, snarling deep in his throat. He managed to get his paws around one fox's neck and sink in his claws, but suddenly sharp teeth met in his middle. The tom yowled as he was lifted from the ground by the large male. The female's eyes flashed dangerously, but she did not attack. Jaspersmoke twisted and howled, blood seeping from beneath the fox's teeth. The warrior yowled as the fox tossed him away. He skidded along the grass, landing motionless. The tom's eyes were fixed and glazed. His mouth was slack as blood left his body. Jaspersmoke struggled vainly to gain his paws as the two foxes advanced again. His tail lashed. He had to get up... He had to...

and don't forget

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TORNADOCLOUD & METEORKIT

The large tabby seemed to fly through the forest, tail lashing back and forth as the scent of blood, fox, and injuries filled his nose. Growling under his brother, his paws pounded the ground, ears laid back against his skull as he leapt into the clearing, reaching a claw out as the last fox sped past him. Grunting, his steel blue eyes flicked around, first landing on Flaxfeather as he approached his kits, letting out a breath of relief as he saw the kits mostly unscathed. Tornadocloud trotted towards the tatter-pelted tom, standing beside him, his eyes moving over the kits before glancing at the orange tabby. "You guys split too fast. You alright?" The tom asked, rough voice softening slightly as his tail flicked back and forth, eyes drifting over the kits.

Eyes moving away from them, they focused on Slatesky, then Requimhaunt. Seeing that they were still in one piece, his gaze flicked towards Jaspersmoke, his ears twitching up as he saw the tom laying prone of the ground. Moving away from Flaxfeather, Tornadocloud slid to the injured tom's side, straining his ears to hear a heartbeat. He let out a slow breath as he heard one, faint as it was. "Damn."

His eyes were wide as he watched the fight break out, standing on slightly shaky paws, his body shielding his siblings from the fighting. A few scratches marred his orange pelt, pastel green eyes brightening slightly as his father bounded into the clearing. Meteorkit crouched down as his father bounded over, ears pressed to his head as he looked up, eyes then glancing over at Pumpkinkit. "Of course he smells funny.It's because of you that he does, running out of the nursery like that" The tom shook his head and rolled his eyes before turning to lick the blood from his side, recoiling from the taste and gagging slightly. His eyes moved up as Tornadocloud appeared, then moved off to tend to Jaspersmoke.

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flaxfeather, jaspersmoke

Flaxfeather lifted his green gaze from his kits to look at Tornadocloud. "Yes, I'm fine," he mewed impatiently. "The kits are a bit worse for wear, but I think they'll be alright." Flaxfeather noticed Meteorkit licking spots of blood from his orange pelt. The warrior pulled his son towards him and began to clean his cuts. He looked up as Tornadocloud darted off. He caught sight of Jaspersmoke and gasped. The tom looked pretty badly hurt. He half got to his paws, then turned to the kits again. He couldn't leave them, in case the foxes turned on them again. Flaxfeather stood over his litter, his expression dangerous.

Pumpkinkit pouted at Meteorkit. "Don't blame me, Meteorkit," he complained. "It's not my fault if a big fat orange thing came and got us, is it?" He blinked sulkily at his brother. He hated it when Meteorkit acted like he was in charge. Pumpkinkit fluffed out his fur, feeling a small cut on his shoulder sting. He turned away from his brother to lick his cut, so that he was facing Cherubkit and Squirrelkit. The kit did not realise the true seriousness of the situation as he sulked.

Jaspersmoke did not notice Tornadocloud leaping over to help him. The ginger tom's head was filling with thick mist. The mist was shrouding his vision, too. The warrior tried to cling to the clearing, to the stink of blood, to his pain. But it was fading rapidly. Jaspersmoke gave a sigh as the blackness swallowed him. His head lolled back as he lost consciousness. The tom was barely aware of his situation as he drifted through the gloom inside his head. Part of him was screaming - he had to wake up! - but that part of him was small and insignificant. The blackness was soft and velvety and inviting...

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requiemhaunt & pheasantkit

Requiemhaunt barely noticed that Slatesky came to help her. She was conscience of the warm prescence at her side, however, and it gave her strength. She glanced at him briefly before turning her eyes back on the fight. "You move left. I'll go right, and we'll hit him from each side. If the other foxes come near..." she trailed off, realizing that she didn't have a good battle plan and that it wasn't her place to tell Slatesky what to do. So she paused, and the she-cat managed to see Jaspersmoke dart after Flaxfeather. A fox tore into him, fur blowing out from its claws. The she-cat tried to scream, but nothing came out. Blood covered her father, and she desperately tried to get near him.

Regardless of Slatesky, the young warrior leapt at the fox. She dug her claws in his fur, scoring him down the side. A mixture of anger and fear welled up in her as a muffled cried escaped her, her empty mouth filled with throttled raged. Blood stained her claws and her fur, but she didn't care whose it was. She just fought with the power of frenzy. For a moment, the dangerous fox relented, and Requiemhaunt escaped. She darted over closer to her father as he fell, only stopping as a shadow came up over her. She turned to see a large brute glowering down at her. Filled only with fear for her father, she attacked. She fought and fought, and someone she overpowered it. The fox was left with a gash in its nose, and noticing the others had fled, it fled too.

Red was beginning to drip into her vision. She blinked it out furiously, hoping that it concealed the tears that were beginning to form. She darted towards her father, but Tornadocloud got there first. She could only follow behind mutely as he checked her dad's pulse. When that word, that terrible word, escaped his blood-speckled muzzle, Requiemhaunt's legs nearly gave way. She forced herself closer and put her head down, listening to her father's ragged breathing as it slowly began to fade. Then the tears came, open and fresh as she wordlessly mouthed his name. But soon the words came too, a chant of his name over and over again. "Dad... nonono... no... no...no, dad, no... please, no... StarClan... no... don't... please, no, no, no... nononono.... this can't... dad... JaspersmokeJaspersmoke...."

Tears pattered at her paws and she leaned in against Tornadocloud for support, if only because he reminded her so much of his brother. She tried to control the emotions running through her, but she couldn't.

This couldn't be happening to her.

No.

"Oh, stop whining, Pumpkinkit. Honestly, how old are you? StarClan... really, I mean, c'mon..." Pheasantkit grumbled in complaint as he padded towards his father. He was trembling, but he tried to hide it as he held his head high. "They didn't hurt us, father. I protected us! Do you see the cut on the back of my neck? It's a battle scar! I stopped them from eating us! They were so scared-"

He paused as he saw Jaspersmoke, and for a moment, his walls shattered. "Dad... is he... is he....?" the words tumbled out before he could stop them.

The foxes had killed a BrightClan warrior.

His eyes narrowed and his breath hitched, a new kind of determination in him. The small kit padded over to Requiemhaunt, dwarfed by her.

"Don't worry. The fox that did this- I'll hunt him down for you. I promise," he told her sincerely. Taking pride in his new maturity, Pheasantkit puffed up his chest and hoped that his siblings were watching. "They hurt me too. But I'm gonna get them back. I'll do it for you, too, if you want."

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flaxfeather & pumpkinkit

The ginger tabby warrior sighed, trying to block out Meteorkit and Pumpkinkit's bickering. Flaxfeather couldn't help but smile at Pheasantkit as his son spoke. But his pastel green eyes were filled with concern as they raked the scar on his kit's neck. Not even an apprentice, and already marked by battle. Flaxfeather blinked as the clearing suddenly fell silent. The foxes were gone, leaving nothing but a stink behind them. The large warrior's eyes glistened with concern as he watched Requiemhaunt with her father. No... Jaspersmoke couldn't be dead, surely. Flaxfeather trotted forward after his kit, to offer his condolences. Somehow, he felt as though this was all his fault. Jaspersmoke had been helping him, after all... Gently moving Pheasantkit aside, Flaxfeather peered down at Jaspersmoke. Suddenly, his heart leapt. He had seen the tom's flank move.

The movement had been slight, but it had been something. "He's not dead!" the tom mewed. It took a couple of seconds for his brain to whir into action. "I... Tornadocloud, you take Jaspersmoke. Requiemhaunt, can you carry Cherubkit? Slatesky, if you take Squirrelkit and Pheasantkit, I'll take Meteorkit and Pumpkinkit." He glanced around at each cat as he spoke. "Come on! If we hurry, there may still be a chance to save him!"

Pumpkinkit turned around and stuck out his tongue at Pheasantkit. "Nyaaaaa!" he mewed, pulling a grotesque face. He then looked away huffily. The little white kit got to his paws, unable to resist the curiousity, when his father moved away from them. The tom's green eyes widened at the sight of Jaspersmoke. "Ohh... Is he...? Wow, I never seen..." The kit trailed off, looking dumbstruck. Unusually, he wandered over to his father without protesting, to be carried home. A cold wind had just washed over his heart, making him want his mother very badly.

// Jaspy's gonna die back at camp. I'll make a thread.