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fawnstep
{ She-cat, Warrior, 39 moons }
{ tags;; Emberpaw + Icepaw }
The she-cat was vaguely aware of Emberpaw's stare but snapped back to attention as the apprentice began to speak again. Fawnstep allowed her gaze to travel over to Venomfang's twitchy, sleeping form beside her. Honestly, she probably would've been asleep too if the ache in her neck weren't agitating her so much. That badger had really done a number on the two of them, three if you counted Whitemuzzle. The tortoiseshell sent a silent prayer to StarClan that Fogpelt and Sparrowclaw were doing alright with the damned thing, and turned back to Emberpaw. "I don't know what you've been told about badgers, but the elders stories are surprisingly accurate... except they're not as big as twolegs, nor do they have claws made of the bones of their enemies," Fawnstep smirked, remembering what Gatorfoot had told her when she was younger. "That might as well have been true though, that thing is almost impossible to kill. I know you would've liked to go, but I'm glad you didn't. You could've gotten... very hurt." Fawnstep held out on saying 'killed', not for Emberpaw's sake, but more for her own. She was a little touchy on the subject at the moment. She sighed, looking past the two apprentices and into the camp's clearing. Business as usual, minus her and several other cats. The tortoiseshell frowned, "Trust me, more backup wouldn't have done us much good."
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fogpelt
{ Tom, Warrior, 39 moons }
{ tags;; Sparrowclaw }
Fogpelt continued to rip and tear at the badger's hindquarters as Sparrowclaw joined in and began to pummel it's head. The gray tom only fought harder as he realized that the badger was slowing down, it's movements growing sluggish and weak as it lost more and more blood. At this point it was a battle of strength and stamina rather than skill. If he and Sparrowclaw could outlast the badger long enough for it to exhaust itself and die, they'd be home free, save for a couple bumps and bruises.
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cougarpaw
{ Tom, Apprentice, 10 moons }
{ tags;; Badgerpaw }
Cougarpaw shrank back with a surprised 'hey!" as he was splattered with the water that came flying off of Badgerpaw's pelt. He chuckled for the umpteenth time that day, shaking his pelt out once more before taking a few steps back towards the forest, "We should head back to camp now, they might be worried about a couple of missing apprentices."