@BILL. @Starbot

It was nice, feeling her claws cut so cleanly through the short fur of the coyote, though really, she wished it was the thing's face instead of its shoulder. Gentlethunder was doing a good job at weighing the thing down and keeping its attention away from her, but that would also mean that she would have to be working next to him to try and strike at it's face. So she landed another blow, same spot as the first, digging a deeper wound into the coyote's shoulder as it was busy biting into the tom's side.
Thankfully though, in a blur of gold fur, Lionstar went leaping onto the mutt's back like some wild coyote wrangler. And in a fashion similar to a bull, the dog went bucking, Gentlethunder losing his hold and Cobaltshade leaping back as the thing bucked and jumped, snarling, drooling, bleeding from its shoulder, flank and thigh. If she were reckless she might have tried to jump in to land further hits, but the coyote was too unpredictable with her bucks and she did not want to get scratched by that thing.
Lionstar's claws were hooked into it's flesh, they weren't coming out. In fact the coyote's bucking seemed to only cause more damage. And as Lion went to bite its neck, there was nothing it could do. So his teeth sank into the back of its neck, it began to slow.
Seeing the commotion of the bucking slowing, Cobaltshade herself would leap forward and latch her jaws onto the front of its neck to try and quicken the process. She didn't like the taste of its blood, but this beast needed to be put down.

[ @x ghostie @CheetahPelt @Kitty Mama ]

Damn... He dug his claws into the ground, feeling as if his heart was about to break right through his ribs and out of his chest. "Thank you anyway." Frustration and worry constricted his throat, making his voice tight and clipped. He turned to Wormbite, shaking his head. "No good. We've got to head back, see what else she might need." Goosepaw began the painful limp back to Otterstone's area, trying to move as fast as he could while trying to keep most of his weight off his bad leg. As they returned, his ears pinned back against his head, he called to Otterstone, "She doesn't have anything we can use, I'm sorry!"

@BILL. @Starbot

With how much blood this coyote was losing, it was a wonder it was still standing. However that was quickly changed as Gentlethunder sunk his claws into the flank once more, effectively ripping it to the ground with a small gargled yelp. One of its front paws bludgeoning Cobaltshade in a last ditch effort to pry her from its throat, but she only tightened her jaws. She thought she heard a small crunch, she hoped that was the windpipe that she crunched, it would be the only thing that made sense.
Slowly its kicking and moving ceased with a final twitch and it lay still on the ground. The blue-gray she-cat waited a few moments after this to finally release it's throat and spit out the blood that had pooled into her mouth. The paw had struck her in the chest, the same spot where a fox had clawed her some moons ago. It ached, but thankfully she wasn't scratched again.
Taking a step back, she stared at the dead coyote. They killed it. I mean, of course they did, two experienced warriors and a leader? The thing didn't stand a chance. Cobaltshade found it hard to breath though, she was winded and tired and was becoming increasingly aware of the stinging in her paw.

[ @x ghostie @Starbot @CheetahPelt ]

"GAH, FOX DUNG!" Now he really did stumble, tripping over a divot in the ground and slamming into the grass on his injured leg. His shout held more frustration and anger than it did pain, and within a couple of seconds he had struggled back to his feet.
His head snapped around to stare at Wormbite as the new warrior made for a coyote seemingly up against Gentlethunder and... hold on, was that...
He let out a menacing snarl and rushed after Wormbite. Gentlethunder had just attacked the mutt's back, and it seemed Wormbite was doing his best to distract it. But from the front? Was he insane? "Wormy, keep away from it's teeth!" he bellowed. An obvious warning, but seeing as the idiot had decided to attack it from the front side, he figured it was needed. A coyote's bite was dangerous, exhausting. He was already tiring from the deep bite on his leg, and he wanted nothing more than for the fight to be over so he could curl up in a warm nest next to Shimmeringpool. But it wasn't, and he couldn't, and so he pushed on. Claws unsheathed, he landed a few heavy blows to the beast's rump before spinning away from its hind paws. One of the hooked claws caught and tore into his side, and he hissed in pain, darting away. A new stream of blood ran down is ribs and dripped onto the grass. He peered at it for a split second, then turned back to the giant mutt, trying to ignore the throbbing new wound. "Go for the shoulders and the flanks!" he tried to advise his companions, but his voice held evident uncertainty. He had no idea what he was doing or even if his advice was worth anything. "Try to immobilize it!"