Icepaw's in too deep

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    Icepaw pelted through the forest, ears flat against her head and eyes wide in fear. She'd thought it'd be good to track down the rogue she'd scented nearby. It would've been fine had he been alone. But it turned out there'd been a patrol of them and they weren't rogues, but Bloodclan scouts! Now she was running for her life, the sound of their paws thudding in her ears. She yowled for help, skidding on old leaves as she tried to shake them.

    Snarltooth's eyes snapped to the ground at the call. From the tree he was in he could see a patrol of rogues chasing after a lone figure. Growling, he hopped to the next tree and waited. Icepaw ran right under him. Eyeing the BloodClanners, he glanced the distance and then dropped down with his claws aiming for the one closest to Icepaw.

    Icepaw spun as she heard one of the Bloodclan cats yowl as Snarltooth leaped on him. The other two stopped as well and one lunged at Snarltooth, while the other lunged at her. She met his charge with lashing claws, and they began to battle it out. He was much larger, but he was having trouble with all the brush in the way and she was darting in and out, striking once or twice, then pulling back out of range.

    Snarltooth felt himself land on something round and solid that buckled under his weight. His grin of satisfaction only lasted a moment before a cat barreled into him, sending him slamming into the ground. "Urgff," he grunted as he lurched to his paws, spitting out blood tinged saliva. He'd bit his tongue on impact.



    Now, the dark tom was fine with facing off against two warriors, and he was sure Icepaw would be fine fighting one. But the battle was not evenly matched, and he, at least, would be very lucky to get out of this without any life-threatening wounds. He snarled, baring his slightly yellowed fangs at them, daring them to attack him.

    Moonsong heard the commotion and ran to see if she could help in anyway. She nearly had a heart attack when she saw the Bloodclan scouts. Her clanmates were terribly outnumbered. She had to help.
    She ran over and pinned a tom down and snarled.

    Icepaw smiled gleefully as she saw more cats come to her aid. But the split second of distraction cost her. Her opponent lashed out, claws extended, and they ripped into her face, tearing her cheek and eye. She cried out in pain, backing up hastily. She kept low, trying to deflect his attacks.

    Now it was three to three. Snarltooth allowed Moonsong to take care of one of the BloodClanners he'd been fighting. He focused on the one who was left, baring his teeth. As he swiped a paw at his opponent, he heard Icepaw shriek. There wasn't anything he could do at the moment, they all had their opponents. Hopefully someone else would show up to turn the tide.

    Icepaw tilted her head so she could keep her opponent at least in her sight for now. He kept advancing, pushing her back again and again. She felt her tail brush something and realized she was backed against a tree, trapped. He lunged at her and she leaped up and backwards, twisting so she gripped the tree. He ran straight into the trunk, his head cracking against it with a thud. He groaned and staggered away as she leaped down and went to go help Moonsong and Snarltooth.