The young brown warrior raced forward with his red tail tucked close to his body. His jaws firmly clamped onto a small wiggling form. The warrior huffed and puffed as he went farther and farther into the leafless forest. His ears flickered as he heard the twigs snap angrily behind him.
Great Starclan how long is she gonna keep this up?!
The warrior made a sharp turn hoping to get rid of his tag along. Just then the small form began to fight even harder.
"Let me go!" The kit squealed.
"I want mama!" He cried out.
"Shut….up." The warrior breathed out.
"Stop….that." He huffed as he finally smelt the scent of his border not far away.
The kit started clawing at his nose and face leaving small wounds there.
"Mama!" He squealed loudly.
The Warrior winced.
What is up with this kit? I'm trying to save him!
The brown tom suddenly slammed into another cat sending himself tumbling losing his grip on the kit and sending the kit hurling right into the base of a tree where he hit it with a thud.
"Harefur what in that name of Starclan are you doing?!"
The elder limped over to her Clanmate to look him over. He shoved her away and frantically looked around.
"The kit!" Harefur lunged to his paws just as the twoleg crashed into the clearing.
She's a young twoleg with long golden brown hair now filled with twigs and blue eyes flashing with anger. She spots the kit not a few paw steps away and she covers her mouth with her paws. Harefur moves to put himself between the twoleg and kit.
"Leave him be you monster!" He hissed and spat.
The elder stiffened as a new threatening scent washed over them.
"Harefur." She warned.
"Not now Graymuzzle!" The young warrior meowed as he clawed at the outreaching hand of the twoleg.
Just then he stiffened as well, spotting a red creature behind the twoleg. A fox! A strong healthy one at that.
No way can a newly made Warrior and an elder fight off that beast.
Harefur felt his heart sink as the fox came closer. The twoleg looked behind her and flinched away farther away from the kit. Harefur made a split second decision
"Graymuzzle climb!" He snapped as he grabbed up the kit and started climbing himself.
As he was reaching the first branch the kit suddenly snapped awake and started kicking around
"MAMA!" He yowled.
Harefur was unprepared for this and dropped the kit who landed right at the paws of the fox. The fox licked it's lip and lunged for the kit. Harefur closed his eyes and waited to hear the poor kit being torn apart, only to hear the fox yelp in pain. He peeked out of his then widen until he felt like his eyes would pop out. The twoleg has tackled the fox and was holding onto its fur. Her face was a mask of determination as she wrapped her front legs around the fox's neck. The fox twisted this way and that nipping and biting her before getting a good bite to the throat. Harefur stiffened waiting for the fox to rip her throat out….but it didn't. Lack of air was making the fox weaker and weaker. It pawed at the air before going still.