russetfur and blackstar for the music meme? like as a ship
Sacrifice- Zella Day (pitch shifted version)
This isn’t a hundred words ‘cause that isn’t enough so I just wrote a general short drabble under the cut. I hope you like!!
Screeching, flying fur, flashing claws; Blackstar’s world had been turned into nothing but this brutal battlefield in a matter of seconds. When his patrol had found the fox den, they had meant to go back and make a better plan before attacking, but the inhabitants of the burrow had come from seemingly nowhere and descended on them in an instant. In the first heartbeats of the battle the huge tom had been separated from his mate, and he’d scarcely seen her since. Swiping out a great black paw to claw the nearest fox across the shoulder, he turned his attention to searching the fray for any sign of her. He could see the battered, angry cats of his patrol, but he saw no sign of his beloved anywhere. Panic set in quickly, and he yowled her name into the chaos, his heart racing with fear at her absence.
All at once he caught sight of a flash of rusty fur, all sticky and tangled with blood. She was injured, cornered against stone by a beast of a fox, yet still her dark green eyes were alight with proud fury and her sharp tongue was spitting vicious curses, but she stood no chance alone.In an instant the leader charged, shouldering past the other dueling pairs and racing for his mate. He was on the canine within a moment, his claws tearing at its eyes with relentless rage. He heard Russetfur’s yowl of shock from behind him, trying to warn him, and then teeth latched firmly around his middle, silencing his consciousness before he could even register the pain.
By the time he returned from his brief rendezvous with Starclan, he’d been dragged beneath a lip of rock at the edge of the small clearing. The foxes were gone, driven off by the battered but victorious warriors who now sat catching their breath in the grass. Slowly, he became aware of a familiar warmth wrapping around him; a rhythmic tongue rasping comfortingly over his ears. His breathing must have given away that he had come back, because she stopped her grooming to murmur into his ear.“You dumb, impulsive furball. You don’t have enough lives left to keep pulling stunts like that.”Her voice was soft, mingling gratitude and frustration twisting through it.“What possessed you to just charge in like an untrained apprentice? You could have been finished, Blackstar. That was far too much risk to take..”She trailed off, her muzzle pushing gently against his head in a nuzzle, and with a strained purr the leader pressed his head back into the fur of her throat; lovingly nestling himself there. His voice was gravelly when he spoke.“I’m still here, aren’t I? And besides, for you my dear… I would proudly sacrifice every life I still possess. ”