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----------- [img]https://i.postimg.cc/65DqvZ1S/Duneclan.gif[/img] ------------ [center][font=Spectral][size=6][b]Year 1 | Moon 8 | Greenleaf[/size][/center] ------------- [center][font=Spectral][b][size=5]Rolls[/size][/b] [size=4]Event rolls: [b]15[/b]:[b]73[/b]:[b]1[/b] (Emberstar) Crush rolls: [i]None[/i] Mate/Kit Rolls: [b]67[/b] (Ratcry | Grasstail) Survival roll: [i]None[/i][/center] ------------- [LIST][*][font=Spectral][size=4]A coyote has attacked the camp! The sound of the apprentices squealing and tussling with one another seems to have drawn in a lone coyote. Before it has the time to grab any of the young cats, however, [b]Emberstar [/b]charges out in front of it, fur spiked. He spits and lashes his tail as the young cats cower behind him before being ushered off to hide by one of the elders. Before the other warriors are able to reach him, though, [b]Emberstar [/b]is left to brace himself as the coyote leaps forward. The coyote is seeminly young and inexperienced, starting and stopping as it snaps its jaws tentatively towards the defensive tom cat. In anticipation of a fullblown attack, however, [b]Emberstar[/b] lashes out with his paw, claws unsheathed. His claws connect with the muzzle of the coyote, and it instinctively turns its head to snap at him. To the dismay of his clanmates, the coyote's bite makes contact. In an instant [b]Emberstar [/b]finds himself being thrashed about by the coyote before it readjusts its bite, its lethal canines now clamped around the base of his head. With a deafening chomp that echoes in his ears, [b]Emberstar [/b]feels his fur grow warm and his eyes give way to darkness. He opens his eyes sometime later to find himself in the medicine cat den, [b]Brownbird [/b]and [b]Honeyspot [/b]hovered over him with worried eyes. He can feel a dull pain in the back of his head, but otherwise feels okay. [b]Crabnose [/b]appears a moment later with a sea sponge soaked with rainwater, urging him to drink. As he does, [b]Brownbird[/b] explains to [b]Emberstar[/b] that he has just experienced losing his first life. Suddenly remembering the coyote, [b]Emberstar [/b]leaps to his paws, fur prickling. His sister, [b]Honeyspot[/b], brushes her tail over his back soothingly, explaining that the danger has gone. The warriors were able to drive off the coyote and no one else was harmed. [b]Emberstar [/b]breathes a sigh of relief and lays back down. He rests that evening in the medicine cat den, just as a precaution, and by morning he is back to his regular duties as leader. [*][font=Spectral][size=4][b]Emberstar [/b]has lost a life! He has eight lives remaining. [*][font=Spectral][size=4][b]Ratcry [/b]and [b]Grasstail[/b] have only been mates for a little over a moon, but it seems [b]Grasstail [/b]has started feeling odd lately. She visits [b]Brownbird[/b] to make sure she isn't coming down with a sickness. To her surprise, [b]Brownbird[/b] informs her that she is expecting kits! Although not exactly something she had been hoping for, [b]Grasstail [/b]can't help but feel a bit excited about the new life growing inside her. [*][font=Spectral][size=4][b]Grasstail[/b] is expecting kits! She has three moons until they are to be born.[/LIST] -------------- [font=Spectral][size=5][b]Notes[/b] [LIST][*][font=Spectral][size=4][s]I will update ages in the morning (3/28) as I have a headache rn and cannot bring myself to stare at text anymore.[/s] Updated