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Originally Posted by .:Blue Wishes:.
Goldenstar watched the apprentince with quite a bit of worry. He didn’t exactly want to jump in, for the fear he might get injured, or killed by the weasel. Sure, it seemed unlikely, but you never knew what could happen when a tiny thing was constantly trying to bite your eyes out. While he was trying to figure that out, he heard Nightpaw yowl, and saw the weasel dart away. A bit of anger found itself in him, how could this weasel try to hurt one of their apprentince? Well, it probably had a brain smaller than a pebble, but it probably had its reasons. Weasel or not, it was prey. Taking a quick breath to regain himself, he jumped on the weasel. A small tussle followed, in which Golden was trying to get his muzzle in the exact right place to bite its neck. It was hard, that was the only way to put it, especially with the weasel trying to injure every part of him, nearly flipping once or twice as he tried to get the weasel pinned on the ground. |
Nightpaw took a couple of quick breathes. Her relief to be out of combat with that weasel was short lived as she saw that Goldenstar was struggling to pin the little creature. The stinging from the wound on her scruff forgotten, Nightpaw ran toward the fight. She sat there with her paw raised, as close to the twisting mass of cat and weasel as she dared, waiting for an opportunity to strike. I came as Goldenstar got it on the ground, and struggled to pin it as it wiggled. Nightpaw struck at where the wriggling animal was fighting aiming for its head. He first blow missed as she struck the ground, but the second came down right on the weasel's neck at it twisted, and she felt the distinct feel of something snapping, like a green twig on the forest floor. The weasel let out a shrill squeak before its snake-like body went limp.