- Username: Diamondshine101
Cat Name: Weaselwhisker
Clan: Cascadeclan
Rank: Senior Warrior
Gender: Male
Age: 68 Moons Old
Prompt:
- "Help, help! Help me! Please!"
The mouse Weaselwhisker was stalking bolted straight into the bushes. He ignored it, his head turning toward the noise. It sounded like some poor kit found itself staring in the face of certain death. Not an accomplishment considering the dangers of their territory, but still. Danger. He grinned as he took off toward the cry, cautious not to slip on the ground slick from green-leaf rains. It was finally his chance. All of his hard work and many moons of training himself was gonna pay off after all.
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"Really? You've got to be kidding me, Starclan."
It wasn't a kit he was staring at. Nor was it some twoleg's companion molly wailing for it to save her. No, it was Sproutsight, stuck deep in a muddy hole. Who knew the former kittypet had such a high-pitched scream? He poked his head through the brambles obscuring the tiny creamy furred tom.
"What is Starclan's name are you doing down there Sprout?" he yowled down.
"I was hunting bunnies and I slipped!" Sprout squeaked back.
Weaselwhisker rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, I'll rescue you!"
He winced as the thorns grazed the left side of his muzzle. The older warrior crouched down and squeezed carefully through the brambles...and slid the rest of the way down into the hole. With his fellow warrior's paw slung over his shoulders, he tried to pull them both to safety. The mud had other plans. Every time they took one step, they slid back a whole fox-length. And if he was entirely correct, they seemed to literally be digging their hole even deeper. To add insult to injury, thunder roared from somewhere off in the distance. At this rate, they'd be buried alive.
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For what felt like an eternity, they both started to caterwaul a distress call. Praying that someone, anyone, would hear their call. Just as they'd finally given up, just as the sky unleashed a torrential downpour of driving rains, a patrol took the longest branch they possibly could and used it to drag them both out. Weaselwhisker was endlessly grateful. But the proud warrior was also very, very embarrassed. He's too old to get himself stuck quite so badly.
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A humble, noble, respectable warrior. All he wanted was fame. To be known as one of the bravest heroes in clan history. But he's gonna have to try a little harder yet to get a story told for moons to come that doesn't involve him becoming the one rescued.
[418/600 words]
