Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27669385-20160521000513/@comment-27492740-20160521214516

(Thanks, I need it >:D)

Birchwing had just sprung into the air when a dark reddish figure hurtled itself from the trees, scaring the mouse half to death. Her paws slammed on empty air as the terrified mouse raced to shelter. She didn't bother chasing it.

A fox was facing her.

Before she could yowl an alarm to Dewflame and Dovecloud, the fox charged. It was skinny and underfed, clearly desperate enough to attack a full-grown cat. She raised her claws and swiped at its muzzle, but it hit her belly. Where the kits were.

Birchwing shrieked in agony, curling over her unborn kits. She shut her eyes and hoped with all her heart that the fox would leave her alone and let her drag herself back to camp, where hopefully Rushingriver and Reedpaw could help her.

No such luck.

The fox bit her neck, and she thrashed with all her might. She managed to shake the fox off, but it crouched, ready to attack again. It would easily win, in her state.

"FOX!!!!!!"