Night had fallen; paws padded softly through the open moor. In the darkness, coyotes ranged to and fro in the strange land. Enticing scents flood their nostrils most of the smells are unfamiliar but one stood out amongst the others, stronger. The oldest coyote, a male with a kink in his tail, knew it very well. Cat! A loud high pitched yip comes from the lead coyote and it was followed by the others. Hunger drove them out of their territory and into the moor, in their heads, there was one basic primal instinct that fueled them, hunt.
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Batglare's ears rammed forwards while he rose from his place beside the warrior's den. His muscles rippled underneath his long coat as he swings his massive head to the side. The leader shoots out of her den like a bullet. She's up on Breezerock, claws unsheathed, fur bristled, and green eyes widen with alarm. He steps forwards as more cats are woken by the loud howls and yips that appear to surround the entire camp. His body is rigid with tension, Twilightstar spots them first and let out a shrill yowl.
"COYOTES!"
They pour in like a wave of mass destruction, jaws parted revealing large sharp teeth. Batglare bunches up his muscles and throws himself at the nearest canine with a fierce snarl, Elderpaw briefly flashes to mind, hot smelly breath near the back of his neck has him evading a second coyote moments before jaws clamp around his body.
"Head to the River."
Twilightstar's yowl catches his attention before a large head and teeth are thrust in his line of sight.
[Reminder: If your cats are missing they're not allowed to be inserted into this plot. Only post with characters who are preexisting!! They must be on the Allegiances to partake in the attack.]