The fatal bl[o]w

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    Huge jaws clamped close to his face. How far away were they? He shrank backwards, to find himself pressed against a tree. "Mama!" he cried. Why didn't she call back? She always called back! He shook himself off, and tried to stand on shaky legs, but another blow to the face sent him reeling into the darkness.


    ooc: he's not dead, just knocked out; and on WindClan territory! This kit has not even yet opened his eyes...

    A black streak furiously slammed the attacker,and clawed away at his face.The tom yowled and ran off,then Wildlegs turned to the kit and gently picked him up.

    He faintly picked up the noises from his attacker dying down, and his ear twitched once. Mama got rid of him! he thought, but he couldn't scent the familiar warmth of his mother. When he was picked up, he hung limply.