Username: Mythz
Name: Beetlepounce
Gender: Molly
Age: 23 Moons
Rank: Trapper
Clan:
WishclanPrompt:“Oh get lost Russet!” Beetlepounce grinned, shouldering Russetheart away from her. The two cats were best friends and had been since they were kits. On this particular green-leaf morning the clan cats were out hunting near the edge of Wishclan territory.
“What’s wrong Beetle?” The tomcat taunted, pouncing closer. Beetlepounce rolled her eyes before laughing and racing ahead. They had spent the morning running around and playing in the sunshine, acting like kits.
As they neared Black-Ridge, the large ravine right at the edge of Wishclan’s border to Leapclan, Beetlepounce stopped suddenly, pelt bristling and Russetheart had to scramble to stop himself from colliding with her.
“What is it?” The larger cat asked, sniffing experimentally at the air.
“Shh!” The pretty she-cat snapped, turning a fearful gaze on him. “It’s-” She didn’t finish however as she launched herself at Russetheart, letting out a
mrrow of laughter as they went sprawling in the dust.
“Ha! Can’t believe you fell for that!” Beetlepounce detangled herself from the tangle of limbs as Russetheart stood up as well. The dusty tom shook his head.
“One day something’s actually going to go wrong, and I’ll think your joking and won’t help.”
He shoved his shoulder into her, sending her sprawling sideways, they were both laughing however.
Beetlepounce’s laughter soon turned into a strangled yowl of surprise as her back paws fell on nothing but air and she tumbled backwards, down into Black-Ridge.
“BEETLEPOUNCE!” Russetheart cried out, skidding to a stop at the edge of the ravine. The black she-cat tumbled down the walls, banging into sharp-looking edges before hitting the ground and lying still.
“Oh no what have I done!?” The tom looked desperately around for a way to climb down, finally finding one and bounding as fast as he could to the limp she-cat.
“Beetle? Beetle can you hear me?” Fearfully he nudged her, trying not to look at the blood pooling from several wounds dotted across her pelt.
Beetlepounce groaned, opening her eyes as Russetheart let out a sigh of relief.
“Oh I thought…” He didn’t need to finish the sentence as he buried his face in her matted fur.
“Can you stand?” Russetheart started searching through her pelt, glad to see the cuts weren’t that deep.
“I-I think so.” Beetlepounce shakily sat up, shaking her head and causing blood to splatter across the dusty ground. Russet got to work cleaning the wounds, guilt making his pelt hot and eyes water.
“Russet.” Beetlepounce murmured, but when he didn’t stop his obsessive cleaning, she said it again, sharper this time. “Russet!” As the tom met her blue-eyed gaze she smiled gently at him. “I’m
fine Rusty, there’s just a couple cuts.”
Russetheart nodded shakily, helping her to her paws.
“Now, how do we get out?”