Fox Frenzy

[Pitou]

**Cougarivy**

@Undertaker @CreeperLover649

The smile split her lips before Dawnstar finished her order of splitting up. She found the hunt on her own to generally be a load more fun; too many of the frog-brains took the fun out of anything and being pushed into being the thinking one in the group was tiresome. Being able to mindlessly hunt a fox felt like just the medicine she needed right now. She licked her lips and turned, slipping effortlessly into the shadows as soon as Dawnstar finished and turned off in her own direction.

Cougarivy stalked, quickly and silently, skipping from one shadowed cover to the next until the sour scent of fox drifted over her path. A tingle shot up her spine and she let the sensation shake her momentarily before she altered her path slightly and headed straight for the source of the scent. Keeping herself downwind, she moved silently until she spotted the red coat peeking through the trees. She stalked after the fox's movements, presumably searching for its own prey. A silent shock of thrill coursed through her thinking about the predator having no idea that it was, in that moment, the prey as well.

Once the fox slowed to a stop, crouching and staring something down, something Cougarivy was sure would be conflicting with the clan's needs as well, but for right now that was the least of the small enforcer's concerns, she hurried up a tree, stopping on the lowest branch. From this new vantage point, she was able to catch her first good look at the fox she'd been stalking. It was lithe like a vixen but definitely not small. Another tingle ran up her spine and the waiting was over. She dropped out of the tree, scaling the trunk, then ran silently up behind the vixen while her focus was locked on whatever prey she'd been undoubtedly hoping to bring back to the cubs at their den. She leapt before the fox could catch onto the attack and landed, claws extended, on the red back. The fox lurched beneath her, pulling Cougarivy first forward than around in a circle. Slowly, measuredly, Cougarivy inched forward until she could wrap her forelegs around the vixen's neck. She clamped down on the side of the thickly furred neck with a hungry bite. There was a satisfying pop and the trickle of fox blood flirting over her tongue but her mouth was predominantly filled with the sour, wiry fur. Unable to get a fatal bite from that position, she let go. However, just as she released her grip, the fox lurched and one of her paws slipped. Her balance toppled and she rolled from the fox's back.

In a graceful roll, she let the momentum carry her back to her paws and quickly turned back toward the predator-turned-prey, her stance solid and ready to react to an attack. The vixen's fired eyed were scorching through her, blood trickling from where her teeth had made their way through the thick fur. Cougarivy licked her lips, the tang of the fox's blood still giving from the fur around her mouth. She giggled, then the fox lunged at her. Cougarivy dodged out of the way but the fox instantly turned away, back in the direction of the den where the others were supposed to be clearing the fox kits and kit-sitters out. It seemed the previous attack was nothing more than a rouse to keep Cougarivy distracted long enough for her to make her escape back to the rest of the fox pack. She'd be impressed with the cleverness of it, if it had actually worked. But Cougarivy caught on quickly and threw herself forward. She could not let the fox back to cause added trouble to the others' fight and she had no intention of losing the fun herself.

The small enforcer lunged forward and bit into the vixen's back leg, piercing through the soft skin between the bones. The vixen let out a shrill screech and turned on her quickly. The movement tossed the enforcer out of the way of the snapping jaws and she was able to regain her footing quickly and jumped back in to slash both forepaws across the fox's frantic muzzle, one paw slicing open a bright red wound over the fox's black nose and the other bloodying and shutting one of her eyes. With the fox reeling, Cougarivy threw herself into her opponent's flank. The fox went down but coiled back on her and snapped. Couagrivy heard the snapping jaws more than she felt the pierce stab and rip through her ear tip. She rolled and popped back to her paws, shaking her head to rid the itch of the blood trickling down her ear, her blue eyes staying locked on the fox. The vixen eyed her as heatedly through her single good eye, malice lighting her eye and rising her hackles. But then there was a flicker. Cougarivy caught the concern, the dread and regret, and she fed off of it like a tick on an elder. She let out a hiss, positioning her body pointedly in the path toward the den and directly opposite of the border. The vixen gave one last glance behind Cougarivy, toward the den of the other foxes, then turned and fled. The small enforcer gave chase, watching the bobbing red and white tail weaving through the trees and shadowy underbrush. She stopped only as the scent of Thunderclan overwhelmed the stench of fox. She paced up the border a few foxlengths, eyeing the forest on the other side, waiting for the fox to return or not, before she turned back to rejoin the hunt. Dawnstar had anticipated there being more than a couple out hunting so she'd continue her search for any other stray foxes out hunting, or else return to the location of the den to help clear out what was left of those foxes, maybe get her taste of fox kit to bring back for the freshkill pile. Either way, she'd have to make haste getting back into the midst of it all.

[Undertaker]

Dawnstar padded back over towards the body of the deceased male, catching the sounds of brawling in the distance and assuming it was Cougarivy and Drippingpelt battling. Since she didn't hear anyone calling out for aid, she assumed that she could begin lugging the tod back to the fox den. If her clanmates hadn't finished chasing the rest of the family off, this body should at least encourage the foxes to leave.

Sinking her fangs into the tod's scruff, Dawnstar let out a low hiss as jolts of pain tore through her hind leg with each step she took, but she breathed through it as best she could while dragging the dead weight with her. Even someone as massive as she had trouble dragging the dead weight of a full-grown male fox with her. She wasn't able to carry it like normal prey, and with her hind leg, she found the journey back to the rest of the patrol a bit slow.

As she pulled, she'd pause here and there. Panting softly through her parted maw while listening to her surroundings because she had been certain there were more foxes out hunting here. But she didn't see any at least not until she got closer to the action. She was around a fox length or two away from the fox den, she could hear her clanmates brawling still much to her disappointment. As she moved to drag the dead dog after breaking again, she found herself startled as a young vixen burst through some bushes behind her.

The leader's fur bristled and tail lashed as the fox froze seemingly as startled as Dawnstar, and stared at her. This strange standoff went on for a few long seconds and the eye contact was broken as two younger foxes broke through the foliage. The vixen gave a yelp and the three were off back the way they just came... not towards ThunderClan.

Wonderful, well Dawnstar's jaw ached, her twisted hind leg was throbbing, and muscles were growing stiff from the workout so that would either be a ShadowClan problem to deal with later or if foxes were as smart as most said they were they'd flee ShadowClan's territory all together. But a concern for future Dawnstar. Regripping the dead fox's body by his scuff Dawnstar mustered through the last leg of the journey and dropped the body in the clearing of the fox den.

She saw her clanmates in battle and one dead fox to show for it. Ugh! They were so slow. Dawnstar parted her maw and released a shrill, pissed-off, caterwaul, drawing eyes towards her. As they took notice of her and the dead tod, confusion seemed to discourage the foxes and those that hadn't ran were slowly backing away. "Quite screwing around and chases these mutts out." Dawnstar order, beyond annoyed that it was taking so long to get this done.

[Wrapping this up on the 31st, no later]
@CreeperLover649 @Darkclaws @Levi 99 @Ymir @Willie Warf @WhiteDawn @Starfinder @The Doctor @Alchemist Kitsune @Rose @SuspiciousMindz @Silk_Cradle_Ruler

[Goopysharkboi]

Brokentalon began to rush at fox after fox, a fierce growl. The wounds he gained were minor, aside from a huge bite in his left front paw that hurt severely when stood on.

[Watermeloon]

Whiteheart spots a fox cub, struggling, lagging beside his mom. In a flash, the lame warrior scoops it up in his maw, taunting the mother, running to the border. His hide suddenly catches on something, and there is a fierce pain washing through his side, the one where his lame lag was. Out of the corner of a flashing green eye, he sees the mother. Shoot, she had gained on him. His flank is gushing, and the warrior winces, keeps running. Just hurl the cub over the border, he thinks as he slashes at foxes, getting them to focus on him, chase him. The Thunderclap border... Where? Where was it? He was just running, following comrades and staying alive. "You okay?" he shouts to Dawnstar through a mouthful of fox cub fur. She's struggling, he can see that.
@Undertaker

[Alchemist Kitsune]

| Mousepaw |
Shadow Fiend - Inactive | Just a Scratch - Active | Beefed Up [Tier 1] - Active

Locked in battle against the fox, blood dribbled down Mousepaw's shoulder, the fox having gotten a lucky bite there. Surprising the creature, however, the apprentice didn't even flinch at the strike, his paws still carrying his full weight despite the wound on his shoulder. His scathing, green glare seemed to terrify the fox even more, and the young tom finally saw it. The waver and realization that this was not a fight it could win. About time, too, considering the creature hadn't allowed him to get close enough for a meaningful strike so far. For all his excellent coordination and strength, speed would always be the muscular apprentice's downfall.

 

He had no idea what had done it. What had distracted the older fox kit before him, but he wasn't about to lose the opportunity. Beefed up muscles tensing as he saw the creature turn its head, something else having grasped its attention, Mousepaw surged forward, intent on finishing this. Fangs meeting the beast's trachea, a sickening crunch could be heard as he squeezed, biting the life out of his quarry. It was over before the fox had time to react, a bubbling, surprised warble escaping it before it fell limp before the monochrome cat.

Dropping the dead fox at his paws, it was as if his ears were hearing the battle around him come back to focus, Dawnstar's voice booming as foxes around him seemed to scatter. Curses! Where they too late to drive the ones remaining to ThunderClan's border, or had the distracting patrol managed to sneak some of the foxes towards their enemies? Rounded ears perking up, the tom decided that as long as there were foxes in the area, it was definitely not too late. Especially after Dawnstar had just given her order.

A grin on his face as he turned his blood soaked muzzle towards a nearby fox that seemed to be backing out in fear, he snarled menacingly, tail lashing behind him. "Alright. You heard her. Time for you to scram, ugly," he spat before leaping forward, chasing after the younger fox, attempting to drive him in the direction of ThunderClan's border.

[Levi 99]

Shadefrost grappled furiously with the fox. Both animals rolled around in the dirt, trying with all their might to get the upper hand on one another. This was actually a little harder than Shade had expected it to be. Maybe that meant he had to start doing some more training or something like that. Though, it could've been that he was getting old. Fourty-ish moons alive was enough time to cause a cat to get rusty, but this one wasn't going to let that happen. He did have a certain standard to uphold as the greatest warrior within all of shadowclan after all. Using his hind legs, the warrior kicked the fox away from him before quickly hopping up and pouncing for it again. As he collided with the beast he aimed his bite for the neck honestly not caring whether or not he killed the fox. Unfortunately it was too low and instead of biting in to flesh he hit the collar bone. Crap that hurt! But apparently it was enough to cause Shade's opponent to route, because as soon as he let go the troublemaker was scurrying off into the forest, but in the wrong direction. "It's going to you Silverlightning, get him."

Silverlightning had stayed behind in the trees watching for anyone who might've needed help. Waiting for a fox to come his wasn't how the tom wanted to participate in the battle, but this was the plan so he was sticking to it. Just then a familiar voice called his name and blue eyes looked to see his cousin in the process of driving a fox away. Aww how sweet, Shade actually thought of him. Though it could have been that he was just the closest and most available cat. Still, with swift silver paws the warrior was racing after the fox, gaining speed with each step. When he was within range, Silverlighting leapt for the creature. His claws dug painfully into orange fur as the animal began to try and buck and jerk Silver off of him. He didn't let go though. Instead he reared back and sunk his teeth into the foxes back, expelling a loud ear piercing scream. Silverlightning released the fox, blood dripping from his maw as he watched the creature run off again. Unfortunately still in the wrong direction. Guess he was giving chase. The pair didn't get far when the warrior caught up with his fleeing opponent. He used his teeth to snap at the paws of the fox, and in response the fox turned away from them. That's good, he thought just gotta keep this up until I get it to go toward Thundeclan's territory. He continued snapping and herding until the fox was in the right course, and only then did he slow just enough for the beast to pull ahead in of him. He decided to make sure it didn't diverge from the destination, so he followed it some more until he was certain it would head into Thunderclan. Then he turned back and began heading back to the battle.

(@Undertaker sorry I know I said I'd have Silver kill a fox, but I honestly forgot about the Fox Frenzy for a little while and when I came back it was only one day left to complete it. So I decided to just do them both driving a fox out.)

[Morrigan]

Darkcloud pricked her ears at Dawnstar's command and started chasing out a fox and towards Thunderclan territory.

[Rose]

Larkfire
She/Her | Shadow Fiend & Beefed Up (T1) Purrk

Hawkbite headed off with her group. Larkfire watched as they filed out, and then turned back to her task. It wasn't long before Hawkbite's group had done their job, leading out the foxes (or so she assumed) -- and Larkfire came to the realization that the remaining fox pups needed to be killed. That was the plan, after all, no?

Mousepaw had already moved forward, and Larkfire had meant to step out of the shadows after him, but a swift round of indignant kicks to her stomach had her freezing with a gasp of startlement. It wasn't until the world around her had cleared and come back into focus again that Larkfire realized.. no one had kicked her, at least not physically. The wiry female let out an irritated grunt of pain as the shock wore off. She'd found out a few days ago about the kit.. or kits, from Mousepaw himself, and now that information was hovering in the air around her, taunting her.

By the time she'd straightened again, the pain ebbing away and the tremble in her front limbs disappearing, Dawnstar's shrill call rang in her ears. Ah, so there was something left to do after all. As Mousepaw launched out after his own fox, chasing it towards the ThunderClan border, Larkfire willed him to stay safe and turned to the nearest mutt, letting out a feral snarl and springing forward at it threateningly. As expected, it turned tail and ran, and Lark wasted no time in giving chase, even though every extra stretch of her long strides made something inside her pull taut with pain.

[Dark]

Darkfall

Shadow Fiend: Inactive | Beefed Up (T1): Active
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Darkfall remained along the side as Hawkbite took his group to chase the foxes out. He decided he’d remain in Larkfire’s group so that he’d be able to keep a close eye on the pregnant enforcer. Truth be told, he was still reeling from the information that Mousepaw so (not) gracefully pointed out only a few days prior. If it were up to him, he’d have told the amber-eyed she-cat to remain at camp and not get herself involved, but with her personality and the strain between the two of them he wouldn’t bother trying to convince her otherwise. She’d just need a little bit of help is all, and that was perfectly okay.

At some point, chaos erupted from the male enforcer’s group and the foxes started coming. For the most part, everyone filed into their respective places and begun fighting the foxes. Around him, the sounds of hissing and screaming cats could be heard all around him and he could feel his claws itching to sink into the flesh of one of these mangey mutts.

Mousepaw appeared to be doing just fine where he was, looking like he was in the process of chasing one of the fox pups out. A red corpse was already laid out amongst the fighting, and the rest of the cats seemed to be handling themselves quite well. Unfortunately, he had lost track of Stormpaw, not being able to see him. Well that was just great. He spent a decent portion of the fight ducking between flailing limbs and thrown fur in an attempt to find the young tom. Ugh, just where was he? Wherever he had run off to, the black tabby hoped that he was safe.

Head shooting up, the tom heard Dawnstar’s call and turned towards the leader’s voice. Apparently they were taking too long, as the Queen of Mean already made her way back with the body of a large male fox within her jaws. Darkfall sighed, not having the opportunity to do anything, when a flash of movement in the corner of his eyes caught his attention.

Ther was Larkfire, running along after a fox of her own. Okay… well that was fine, he guessed, but then he saw that something appeared to be off. Even from his position, he could tell that the youngest of the enforcers appeared to be in a little bit of pain. Did something happen!? Was she okay? What the heck was she doing, she was in no condition to take on one of those things by hereself!

Releasing a furious snarl at the development, Darkfall chased after the two. He’d like to say that he was confident in the she-cat’s skills, and that normally would be the case, but now? He wasn’t quite so sure. She was pregnant, and all it took was for one mistake, one unexpected movement from the fox to either end her life, the kit’s or both. He couldn’t let that happen.

Eyes narrowing in concentration, the tom stretched his long legs as much as he could as he ran forward. He had to catch up before something happened to her. He couldn’t allow anything to happen to her. Despite the things that led up to current events, and the situation they were presently in, he loved Larkfire - even if he did an absolutely piss poor job of showing it. That was going to change. After this, he planned to tell her everything. From the beginning of where the problems started to now. But first, he had a fox to hunt. ”LARKFIREEEE!!!” The large warrior howled as he overtook her and lept upon the fox, using his body to wrap around it’s legs and muscle it down with his weight.

The fox (and him) went tumbling into the ground in a flurry of limbs. Hissing and snarling, the two combatants went at eachother. The fox was raking it’s claws towards his belly as it attempted to squirm away. He wouldn’t let it. Letting out a hiss of pain as he felt some of the blows strike true, Darkfall manuevered himself to a position where he was straddled onto its side and put all of his weight down. Finding it’s movement restricted, the fox did the only thing it could, and reached back and sent a bite towards his head. Ducking, Darkfall could feel the teeth just barely graze the top of his damaged ear. ’Thank StarClan for that’ he thought. If you would’ve told him that he’d be thanking StarClan for Foxflurry nearly taking his whole ear off even just a day before, he wouldn’t have believed you.

Taking this opportunity, he sank his teeth into its scruff so hard that he could feel a warm liquid begin to fill his mouth. That was foul. Absolutely disgusting stuff, fox blood was. He would definitly not reccomend this to anyone looking to try something exotic. After siezing its neck, held it still with a good bit of effort. Yes, Darkfall was a large cat, hell, one could say he was on his way to becoming huge if he grew anymore. That, however, didn’t undermine the sheer strength and size of the fox in front of him. Rippling muscles straining under the effort, he pulled on the neck of the russet-furred animal to prevent it from manuevring those troublesome jaws around anymore. ”Lawfywa fwish if!” he called around the mouthful of the foul-tasting fur. He hoped that he wasn’t asking too much of the young queen, but he found himself in a bit of an awkward position.

[ @Rose I hope you don’t mind too terribly if I have Dark swoop in, the event about to end and all. I know we briefly discussed it, but I wasn’t too sure if it’d be fine so I left the killing blow up to you just in case you beat Taker (also sorry this sucks, I’m still struggling to put a large string of thoughts together)]

[Red Dawn]

Blackhawk
ShadowClan Warrior


The fight escalated quickly, he had forgotten about everything else around him, the others, the foxes, he was focused on this one and only one, when he attacked first, the fox leapt toward him, followed a furious fight in which the fox managed to bite his leg and him the fox's back, also with some claws marks on both of their bodies.

 

Blackhawk was standing panting, he had thinked about a quick fight, in which he just had to claw his throat, but now he found out that the young foxes were sometimes as ferocious as a enraged cat, and this one simply won't run, he guessed that maybe he had fell on a particulary tough one, in front of him, the fox was showing his teeths, yellow and surely infested with bacterias, Blackhawk decided to go to Elmshadow after the fight to avoid an infection, he leapt again, and so did the fox, they both fought like enraged dogs, but finally, after a brutal fight, he managed to claw the throat of his enemy, and the fight stopped as quick as it started, the fox was taken by spasms as he was bleeding from the claw mark on his neck.

Blackhawk stood panting again... he sighed... it had been a hard fight... As he looked around, he could see his clanmates driving away foxes toward ThunderClan, while some were finished off... He looked around... A job had been done...