THE WEATHER IS NEVER BETTER && windclan & tags
ok this is very mean of me to do to scoria because she is still v v v new, but i need it done for some plots in the future, so let me begin hurting my babs physically and mentally
Scoria had gone on one of her little trips again, out of the safety of her clans territory, off to see her family once again. The last trip had ended abruptly when they had began to fight, and it had left a rather sour taste in her mouth for some time after. Yet this outing she was still looking forward to. Hopefully they would have sorted things out.
And luckily for her, they had. They were pretty much back to their usual selves. They had their naughty remarks at each other, but no hostility, which, for Scoria was a major relief. She spent the few days relaxing and battling it out with her siblings with fake fights and childhood games, then they decided the next meeting and they all separated, all went their own ways.
The trip wasn't strenious in the slightest. she was often tired after it, but a good nap and she'd be back to normal. Though, this time she had a sick feeling in her gut. She was being watched, she could feel it, the hair on her back standing up all at once as she travelled back. Though, she wasn't about to lead whoever was trailing her back to windclan territory. She turned off sharply, heavy paws treading the ground as she ran, stopping suddenly in a clearing.
She stood there for a moment, knees bent in a way that would enable her to leap at whoever would emerge from the greenery. "if you were ever so confident in yourself to follow me here then surely you could attack me already and get it over with" She called out, eyes glancing back and forward, ears following suite before landing on a dusty coloured figure like herself. He was a scary looking tom, and Scoria could tell by the looks that he wasn't exactly the best with his social skills and certainly did not care about a good first impression. He stood there, back arched as he hissed at her. games would not be played here. "this isn't exactly a good impression on me mate" She managed to get out before he bolted towards her, arms extending to hit the female in the face before she managed to duck away. "you're nasty, i tell ya" She huffed, turning to face him once again, shaking her head, now a few drops of blood. It had been a clean hit. It was now her turn to leap at the other, claws landing in the males back, clawing downwards as he attempted to shake her off, a painful yowl filling the clearing. She was close enough to the territory borders, surely someone would hear the ordeal and help.
She managed to stand her own ground for some time, the two exchange blow after blow, but scoria was getting tired, her hits had become weaker, little to no force behind it. And a split second of distraction in the distance, a small hope that a clan member had come to her rescue, she was on the ground, face buried in the dirt as the other stood above her, chuckling to himself. She struggled underneath him, attempting to roll him off but there was no use. He then said nothing as he swung down clawing into the females left eye. The pain stung more then anything, tears filled her right eye, she couldn't feel the left. She yowled, clenching both eyes as the pain gave her some unknown strength. She pushed him off. Her face was covered in blood, every limb hurt, but still, she leapt in the direction she heard him in, sinking her claws in, trailing down his body and not stopping until she felt no movement.
She then reopened her eyes, her breath was quick and short, she was moments from passing out. She had killed him, his body lay motionless, no breathing, no twitching. The world was once again silent around them. Scoria could hear the blood pounding in her head. she couldn't see. She couldn't see out of her left eye and it scared her more then anything. She muttered a quick "help" before passing out, legs twitching in the gentle breeze.