| Mousepaw |
Shadow Fiend - Inactive | Just a Scratch - Inactive | Beefed Up [Tier 1] - Inactive
Muscles rippling under his thick, gray coat, Mousepaw followed after the leader, tense and primed for battle. This wasn't a fight against some cats. This wasn't a charge to battle to claim what they were owed. This was a battle for survival. To remove the threat that loomed over ShadowClan and take back what was rightfully theirs. What they owned. This simple change of scenery made the stocky apprentice secure, knowing he did not have to hold back. These creatures would kill him without a second thought, and he should fight them as such. If they ran, fine. If not? He would hopefully finally have a proper pelt to gift their leader. She looked like she needed a good pick-me-up lately. Someone let her know they know how hard she works for the clan. Mmmhmm.
At the sound of the colossal tabby's voice, the heavy set tom looked up, rounded ears perked up as he listened to her instructions. He had no intention of dying here today. He had a little sister he had to go back home to. Make sure she got through her apprenticeship knowing family was always there. The orders were easy enough to understand, and he sent his Auntie Larky a tense smile. His knowledge of the severity of the situation did not lessen his joy at knowing that he would be fighting side by side with his favorite Auntie.
"Nope, no questions here," Mousepaw chirped, attempting to keep the mood light as he padded over towards the gray coated enforcer.
Right. So there were... a lot of foxes. Potentially. So maybe an adult fox was out of his league, but... a pup? That would be around his age and size, right? Lies, it would be much bigger, but it was fine. He was trained in combat by both Auntie Larky
and Sir Bits. Those foxes wouldn't know what hit 'em, heh heh!
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Rose [Larkfire]