[wickedvirtues]

Originally Posted by Charmer

@blue jellie
Thistlepaw came to a halt tail lengths away from the fox, and having no experience with actual fighting, and hearing Caracalspirit spitting commands at them, settled for shrieking and spitting at the fox, his fur bristling and his back arched. He glanced over at Chanterellepaw, who seemed to be saying something in a dreamy, about him seeing her cry twice "Cry later, run now!" he hissed, continuing to back away from the fox as he growled angrily, furious eyes locked on the creatures muzzle, its lips parted in a growl.

Caracalspirit leaped at the foxes throat, jaws open, ready to sink into its flesh. She hoped she'd land. She unsheathed her claws to cling to its pelt in case. She hoped she wouldn't die. She hoped nobody would die, but this was NOT the time to hope. It was the time to fight.