Haggard Ruins

[BEAR.]

ROLLED A 1. NICE KNOWIN YA!
[ Wolfhive is NO LONGER IN ACTION. ]

Luck wasn't in Wolfhive's cards today.

The fisher did the opposite of what he hoped - instead of falling, it launched itself away and tore itself from his grasp in the process. The unexpected force unbalanced him, and he couldn't recover in time -- he lost his grip. "Dung!" A simple curse was all he could utter as he wildly grabbed at the trunk, his claws sliding uselessly against the bark without getting hold. A piece of bark chipped beneath his claws, a testament to how sheerly unfortunate this was.

.. and his eyes could only widen when he saw where he was headed. Most trees, you were greeted by the ground - but Wolfhive was staring into the abyss. A void of nothing, the empty pit that'd killed before and it seemed to be gunning for him. The yowl that escaped him felt like it came from some other source, like it wasn't him, and Wolfhive continued to thrash - trying to grab hold of something, anything, to stop the fall.

It took mere seconds for him to be within the mouth of the sinkhole, leaving little chance for recovery. The world was a blur as he tried to grab hold of the sides, finding purchase in any nook, root, cranny -- anything, but it crumbled.

Was this the end? Wolfhive had faced death a few times in his life, but nothing felt quite as dire as falling in the void.

And then the world faded to black as the sinkhole consumed him.

[dino.]

[ ROLLED A 1. Guess that luck didn't last too long. ]

Despite the grip Bumblestar had on this thing, it still managed to surge forward. She might have been able to hang on if it weren't for the sight of her son tumbling from his spot on the old willow tree.

"Wolfhive!" His name slipped, panicked, from her jaws before she could stop it, and she released her hold on the beast's leg to lunge for him instead. Her paws were moments too late, and her momentum pushed her too far, and in a split second, her claws lost purchase in the wood as the beast's weight shook the trunk.

She went falling through air after him. The fisher's enraged snarls above were drowned out by her heart pounding in her ears. One cat had already died falling here. If the same happened to Wolfhive, she would lose him for good. She didn't have another life to give, not after Violetfreckle.

The world blurred around her and then plunged into darkness, tearing her voice away as she vanished right after him. Please, don't make me mourn him today.

(technically not my turn but it's in line with wolf)