He hissed as the pain struck again, his side throbbing. It still felt as if the young coyote's fangs were still tearing at his pelt. Lightning had flashed in the sky, the crash of thunder following, frightening the coyote away with a ghastly howl.
Pythoncoil slumped to to the ground, breath rasping from his lungs. He was too old for this, his strength fading too fast. His clanmates were dying around him, he had to get up again, and attempt at hunting. His prey had had vanished the second the coyote burst out of the undergrowth, both their scents fading fast. Blood soaked his pelt, his head growing light, and vision swimming darkly.
StarClan forbid he shouldn't have left his den in the first place! What would coalstar say? The Elder coughed, attempting to push himself to his paws and failing miserably. His legs too weak to support him as he continued bleeding. "Someone.... h-help... me..." he barely whispered, black spots dancing before his eyes.
I will not forgive this Emrys (intro) and I will not forget it, either!
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Otterpaw, returning from a hunting patrol, had a large rabbit in her jaws and was prancing towards the elders' den. She had an idea to give her prey to Pythoncoil in return for a story. However, when she arrived, she was greeted not by his familiar grumpy face, but one twisted in agony, blood everywhere. Dropping the hare, she gasped and ran out of the den screaming, "I need a medicine cat in here!"
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The sound of something being dropped reached his ears, just as there was a gasp followed by shrieking. Vision fading in and out, he tried desperately to focus. Was something attacking the camp now of all times? Or was it just worry for him?
The scent of blood was everywhere, and he nearly threw up (absolutely nothing) as his stomach had been empty since waking, hence the reason he had tried to hunt earlier in the morning, before the accident. He had been surprised to even make it back to his den. How had no one seen him? Or scented him? He panted heavily, shock coursing through him as realization struck him. His wound was what was causing the panic , but who had entered the den? -
[ track, still want me to post with the med? ]
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Yes yes yes yes plz! Pythoncoil might die if you dont
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tracking so rose can respond to aftermath + pretend it was an npc apprentice who alerted dusk since i dropped otter as a character
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upon hearing a shriek, duskrain quickly limped out of the medicine den and turned to where it was coming from, the elder's den. she immediatly thought the worst. an apprentice walking in on a passed elder, but the stench of fresh blood told her other ways. why were there so many injuries lately, she wondered as she poked her head in to see pythocoil bleeding out on the floor. "sweet starclan.." she muttered before rushing to put pressure on the wound. "i need help in here! pythoncoil is injured!"