The shrill alarm sounds through the clearing moments before the coyotes themselves arrive, a pack too numerous to keep track of. Elderpaw was trying to sleep in her nest after the Clan meeting, still wondering what the beast everybody was so afraid of looked like, for she didn't even know what a dog was truthfully. The collective terror and panic thickens the air immediately, and it gets the she-cat's heart racing as she slides from the den into the cesspool that camp was becoming. Clanmates, young and old alike, were blind with fear and shouting about who was where or who to find or where to go, and this alone has the lively apprentice standing rigid for a moment before her eyes lock onto Batglare. He was- StarClan, he was trying to fight those gigantic things! The molly's fur rises as she watches him fight.
"Batglare!" the molly shouts, her voice washed away. She needed to help him! Before Elderpaw can truly think her actions through, she lurches towards him, ready to fight by his side and protect her mentor.
"Batglare, stop!" Her hollering could just barely be heard as she throws herself into whatever he was trying to fend off. Her actions were stupid, bee-brained, and in no way heroic, but he was all that she had, and she'd decided it'd be the both of them, be it fighting or fleeing.
However, she didn't train for this. They hadn't had the time! Her claws dig into the coyote her mentor was focused on, her grip as strong as she could make it without her small paws hurting. Their fur was so coarse, but she bites into the creature anyway, having landed someplace on its shoulder.
{Open sort of? feel free to rescue this idiot if it isn't out of the way!}
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Moonraven