Level 3: The Wolf VS The Badger
Written in the view of Wolfcry
Lately, rumor has it that a shadow is lurking within the depths of the woods, sneaking through the undergrowth and leaving its marks behind. Apparently, it has been terrorizing the area and scaring off valued prey thus Wolfcry has been sent out on a mission to track down that beast and put an end to this, by all means necessary.
Tales have been told, the creature is around the size of a large cat, with a black and white pelt. Sporting a long snout, small dark eyes and claws as sharp as stone spikes. Wolfcry huffed in slight amusement at that description before he went on his journey. He was the most skilled and strongest warrior in Slateclan with a great sense of scouting and tracking, it was only apparent he was assigned.
As the smoky cat set off, it was early morning, the dawn patrol just rolling out for the day. Sightings of the mammal have been reported mainly around the evening time however, he had to find traces of it first, narrowing the area down. Finally, he had to find it's lair and get rid of it. Time passed rather quickly, but Wolfcry was efficient. He managed to locate the animal's whereabouts and discovered it's latest routes on his search. By now, he was also certain on what, no, who he was looking for: A badger. The tom had an inkling beforehand but didn't put his paw down on the thought a hundred percent before finding any proof. In the end, his journey lead him into Badger Lair territory, not too far into it, but enough.
Between the thicket, he found a den, clearly recently used and worn. The scent was relatively fresh, his idea was to find the creature still asleep and silently finishing it off. However, it seemed like it was already up and around, well to be fair, it was near dusk. It was then as he exited the den after exploring the inside, that he heard a growl followed by a rustle of bushes. He whirled around to meet the badger mid-leap, it was too late to dodge or avoid any kind of attack but he managed to disbalance the animal with a rough push.
The tom felt a claw race over his face, reflexively closing his eyes, nothing the less the badger went for his eye. A burning sensation erupted and blood poured out of the wound, making him unable to open his orb. He would need to fight this battle one-eyed for now. Wolfcry released a deep growl of his own, followed by a hiss before rushing towards the mammal, clawing and biting at it whenever he drew near. The feline jumped aside every swipe, using the leafy surrounding as an advantage to hide and thus dodge from time to time. Executing surprise attacks, the badger seemed to get greatly confused by now, exactly what the warrior wanted to archive. After it was weakened and it's speed decreased, Wolfcry slammed it to the ground with his large body and viciously bit into its neck. The badger went limp quickly, the noise dying down and thus the shadow lurking shall be no more.
The tom took a couple panting breaths, having to accept the fact he must have misjudged the situation and felt too safe for his own good. He knew the wound at his eye would leave behind a permanent scar, always reminding him of this day and his failure of judging accordingly.
Tales have been told, the creature is around the size of a large cat, with a black and white pelt. Sporting a long snout, small dark eyes and claws as sharp as stone spikes. Wolfcry huffed in slight amusement at that description before he went on his journey. He was the most skilled and strongest warrior in Slateclan with a great sense of scouting and tracking, it was only apparent he was assigned.
As the smoky cat set off, it was early morning, the dawn patrol just rolling out for the day. Sightings of the mammal have been reported mainly around the evening time however, he had to find traces of it first, narrowing the area down. Finally, he had to find it's lair and get rid of it. Time passed rather quickly, but Wolfcry was efficient. He managed to locate the animal's whereabouts and discovered it's latest routes on his search. By now, he was also certain on what, no, who he was looking for: A badger. The tom had an inkling beforehand but didn't put his paw down on the thought a hundred percent before finding any proof. In the end, his journey lead him into Badger Lair territory, not too far into it, but enough.
Between the thicket, he found a den, clearly recently used and worn. The scent was relatively fresh, his idea was to find the creature still asleep and silently finishing it off. However, it seemed like it was already up and around, well to be fair, it was near dusk. It was then as he exited the den after exploring the inside, that he heard a growl followed by a rustle of bushes. He whirled around to meet the badger mid-leap, it was too late to dodge or avoid any kind of attack but he managed to disbalance the animal with a rough push.
The tom felt a claw race over his face, reflexively closing his eyes, nothing the less the badger went for his eye. A burning sensation erupted and blood poured out of the wound, making him unable to open his orb. He would need to fight this battle one-eyed for now. Wolfcry released a deep growl of his own, followed by a hiss before rushing towards the mammal, clawing and biting at it whenever he drew near. The feline jumped aside every swipe, using the leafy surrounding as an advantage to hide and thus dodge from time to time. Executing surprise attacks, the badger seemed to get greatly confused by now, exactly what the warrior wanted to archive. After it was weakened and it's speed decreased, Wolfcry slammed it to the ground with his large body and viciously bit into its neck. The badger went limp quickly, the noise dying down and thus the shadow lurking shall be no more.
The tom took a couple panting breaths, having to accept the fact he must have misjudged the situation and felt too safe for his own good. He knew the wound at his eye would leave behind a permanent scar, always reminding him of this day and his failure of judging accordingly.