Smokestride slid down rough bark of an oak and landed on the snowy ground with a solid thump, a mourning dove clutched in his jaws and a satisfied expression on his face. The burly tom always relished his solo afternoon hunts and how they allowed him to enjoy the sights. sounds and smells of the forest in peace so he could de-stress and organize his thoughts. Just when he was about to turn tail and walk back to camp to deposit his catch, the jarring sound of crunching snow and snapping twigs accompanied with the acrid chemical scent of Twoleg caused him to whip around in shock, dropping the limp bird on to the forest floor. There, barely a fox length or so in front of him was a juvenile Twoleg stepping out from behind a tree with its strange naked skin topped by a shock of curly red fur on its head and strange skin coverings that somehow resembled the white on brown and green canvas of the trees and snow of the forest on most of its body.
What was a Twoleg doing so deep in the forest? Before Smokestride could even react, the gangly creature crowed unintelligibly and lifted up a shiny brown and black stick up with both hands, pointing it at Smokestride with glint in its eyes. He first registered a loud pop that made his ears ring and even as he flinched from the ear piercing sound, the Maine Coon felt shooting pain in his left hind leg and he yowled in pain. Now in pain and his blood boiling from a combination of adrenaline, anger and fear, the warrior instinctively turned and half-ran, half-limped towards camp, his ears plastered flat against his skull with the Twoleg running close behind as it yelled and its strange stick giving more sounds that cracked through the forest in rapid succession. After only a few steps Smokestride realized that if he continued to run towards camp, the Twoleg would follow him and possibly hurt his clanmates. He would have to take a stand to defend himself and at least distract it or drive it away outright. Spinning around on one back leg in an attempt to keep most of his weight off his injured leg, he let out a deep snarl and swiped with a heavy paw, a flash of satisfaction appearing as he felt his claws tear through the multi-colored coverings and into the Twoleg's flesh while his head leaned in to sink his fangs into its lower leg. "Leave you filthy piece of crowfood!" The Twoleg shrieked and flailed its pained supporting limb and dropped its stick as its naked paws grasped his scruff roughly and yanked, bruising his skin and tearing him away and flinging him on to the snowy ground. Smokestride wheezed as he felt all of the air whoosh out of his lungs and he struggled to suck in a breath as he scrabbled to his feet while the Twoleg scooped up its weapon and turned tail and hobbled towards the Twoleg place. For a moment Smokestride could only lay there on his side panting to catch his breath. Trembling from adrenaline he attempted to stand, his hind leg screeching in pain and the warm feeling of sticky blood dribbling down the smoky fur of his injured limb. What was that?
/ brookfur - TDLR; Smokestride got shot by a nasty ass Twoleg with an airsoft gun.