The small molly rushed out of her den, smelling something...foul. Immediately, she looked over, noticing the large slobbery beasts attacking her clan! Not on my watch! Her paws forcefully unsheathed her sharp, small claws. Her fur rippled as she ran out, yowling as she pounced on the first coyote she saw! Tawnypaw's claws raked through the hard skin of the beast, it's stinking scent overwhelming her sensitive nose. Suddenly, the feeling of her skin being grabbed was distracting her. Her blue-gray eyes suddenly turned into scared slits, the coyote practically threw her around like a chew-toy. The coyote then threw her off, causing her to land on the ground with a 'whomphf!" This was not going to end well... (OPEN to anyone willing to help this poor apprentice!)