[Moonraven]

Batglare winced as a scratch above his eye had blood pooling in his vision, he narrowly missed a set of fangs going for his throat. He diligently grabbed Gingersplash's body before the minks could dart off it. Minks were vile creatures like that, they killed for sport and often hoarded what they killed for some crazy reason that Batglare couldn't and didn't feel like understanding. He was in the middle of wrestling the dead cat on his back, and blinking blood out of one eye; when he heard his apprentice screech. He had been fighting well enough when he arrived.

He whipped around, nearly dropping Gingersplash in his haste to locate Whisperingpaw. His muscles coiled as he spotted the bright orange apprentice, stumbling with a mink attached to his hind leg. Pain burst from Batglare thigh where he felt fangs dig through raw muscles, though it was ignored in favor of Batglare keeping an eye on Whisperingpaw, ensuring that nothing went for the apprentice's throat. Luckily, Whisperingpaw recovered quickly enough knocked the mink on his leg off, and darted straight over to Batglare.

He stifled the urge to check the apprentice over, now wasn't the time. His yellow-green hues found Thundersnow struggling with another mink. The pain in his hind leg was starting to turn searing, but he was unable to turn with the dead cat on his back. "Whisperingpaw, stay close to me and get the one off my back leg." He orders the apprentice while swinging his head around, enduring, and keeping Thundersnow within his line of sight. Ah there.

"Thundersnow, head for that gorse, push through and out the far side. Whisperingpaw, follow him." Batglare demanded, surging forward to swipe at the mink Thundersnow had half blinded, moving it out of the tom's way. He noticed the blood falling from Thundersnow's hindleg, but as he was still on his paws he could move. The exit wasn't ideal, but Batglare would take thorns over minks. They needed an out and that was the only one Batglare knew the minks wouldn't follow them through. Fighting to get out the way they had originally come was certain death with such a small patrol. He wasn't dying here and nor was he allowed Whisperingpaw or Thundersnow to either.

"These things are nimble and quick-witted, once they latch on to something they don't let go, watch your neck, they'll grow straight for it if you let your guard done even for a second." Batglare advised, jerking his head to the side as a leaping mink went straight for his face. Gingersplash's body was slowing him, but he didn't dare drop the deceased warrior. If they could get through the gorse...

Thundersnow [ @Marigoldwhisper ] | Whisperingpaw [ @ChaosBringer. ]