Survival RP

[Troy Troodon]

All Harraie had to do was wait.

[MatthiasMan]

*jumps out of the bushes*
"Youwch! Yeeha! Help! Somethin' a hit me! I found a field o' berries, n' I was justa bout' to pick some and I found a flippin' spear planted next to my footpaw. I looked up and spotted more flyin' fer me, eh? I ran back as fast as I could, wot. I was able to snatch a couple handfuls though, wot. All stored in my tunic, eh? I say want some?
*pulls berries out of tunic*

[Troy Troodon]

Harrie tries to ignore the hare's antics.

[BrookSkimmer]

The wolf moved forward, moving the hare back towards the stream. He pulled his walking stick from the dirt and brandished it.

"You'll not 'ave teh worry about berries when I finished with ye rabbit."

Molkar waited for Tegwen to make her move while the hare's attention was on the wolf.

[Troy Troodon]

Harraie went to check on the basket, when he saw the two characters closing on his acquaintance.

"Hey, Look out!"

[Wisteria Wild Cat]

Tegwen leaped, cracking her log down hard on the hare's head.

[Troy Troodon]

Harraie raced to them. Thankfully he wasn't too far.

[Wisteria Wild Cat]

Tegwen gasped, she had never seen such a strange-looking creature! She leaped in front of the hare, her claws at it's throat. "Come aneey closer and I kills it!" She yelled to the odd-beast. (Harraie)

[Troy Troodon]

Harraie stopped. Then replies "How do I know your not going to kill him anyway?"

[MatthiasMan]

"Clahh...Kin..I just.. breth...a.sekind?" *struggles to grab an arrow. manages and stabs Tegwen on the footpaw*

[Troy Troodon]

Harraie leaps in to cover him just in time. And swipe kicks her legs.

[MatthiasMan]

"Phew! Let's get outa here."
*jumps into trees and gets away*

[Troy Troodon]

"No!" Harriae says; "We've got a fight on our hand. We must stand our ground and defend our selves against our oppressors."

[Wisteria Wild Cat]

Tegwen snarls and leaps onto Harraie's back, her paws covering his eyes. "Molkar! Take 'im down quick-like!" The white pine martin shouted, tightening her grip.

[Troy Troodon]

Harraie retaliates; Jutting her underside with his elbow, and flipping her off her back.