by rothbart. » Mon Jul 01, 2013 11:00 am
When the twoleg kit pulled his fellow apprentice from the den, Willowpaw sucked in a gasp. His fur stood on end and, though he knew he was putting himself in danger, he yowled and rushed toward the big, furless creature. Hissing and yowling, he threw himself at the girl and swatted at her legs and ankles with sharp claws, hoping the attack would be enough to startle her into letting Wolfpaw go. A clan mate was in danger, and he would fight any opponent, no matter the size, to get Wolfpaw back into the safety of the den. It was his disorientation that alerted the twoleg to their location in the first place.
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