Post by Fireflake on Dec 30, 2018 8:01:09 GMT
Scorpio continued to battle unwaveringly, throwing his claws at the clanner and hoping that his rage would be enough to land slashes. Once again, he was only a scout, and this was not what he had been taught to do. "She died trying to wipe out clanners!" he growled in an equally low voice. It soon rose with him as he stood up on his hind legs in a clearly uneducated move and yowled, "Her death means nothing if you survive!"
As strong and true as the rogue tom thought his principals were, he would have had to admit in a clearer state of mind that they weren't his driving force in that moment. This was revenge; an eye for an eye and a life for a life.
Vulture looked around uneasily. This was time to cut their losses, whatever losses those were. He hadn't paid much attention to Honeyheart's weakened state and figured that whatever warrior could take down their fearsome leader could kill any of them as well. This might have been the day for hunting or fighting, but it definitely wasn't the day to die. Fortunately, the clan cat didn't seem to want that either, and Vulture was inclined to follow in his lead. "She needs to be buried!" he called to Scorpio. The other rogue already disliked Vulture, so he didn't have much to lose.
Scorpio refused to give up. This tom needed to buried too, and Vulture if he got in the way. His heart beat fast, his breathing quickened, but his eyes were going blurry too. His paws felt weak. He had insisted on taking as much prey back as possible, so hadn't eaten what he caught. Now, right this moment, he knew he wasn't strong enough to kill Patchfrost. Not yet. "You will regret this!" he snapped, tail lashing to land his last weak hits as he turned to pick up his mother and carry her- her body- home.
As strong and true as the rogue tom thought his principals were, he would have had to admit in a clearer state of mind that they weren't his driving force in that moment. This was revenge; an eye for an eye and a life for a life.
Vulture looked around uneasily. This was time to cut their losses, whatever losses those were. He hadn't paid much attention to Honeyheart's weakened state and figured that whatever warrior could take down their fearsome leader could kill any of them as well. This might have been the day for hunting or fighting, but it definitely wasn't the day to die. Fortunately, the clan cat didn't seem to want that either, and Vulture was inclined to follow in his lead. "She needs to be buried!" he called to Scorpio. The other rogue already disliked Vulture, so he didn't have much to lose.
Scorpio refused to give up. This tom needed to buried too, and Vulture if he got in the way. His heart beat fast, his breathing quickened, but his eyes were going blurry too. His paws felt weak. He had insisted on taking as much prey back as possible, so hadn't eaten what he caught. Now, right this moment, he knew he wasn't strong enough to kill Patchfrost. Not yet. "You will regret this!" he snapped, tail lashing to land his last weak hits as he turned to pick up his mother and carry her- her body- home.
