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Ashstorm struggled furiously, refusing to give in to his attackers. He lashed out with all his claws, hardly knowing where his enemies were. His mouth and nose were clogged with the rank scents of his enemies and he had trouble breathing under all of them.
 
While one held his throat, the other pinned his paws down. The other two scratched and bit at his face and pelt mercilessly.


"Hawkfeather!" He called out desperately, unable to see or scent her. His pelt burned like fire but he felt oddly detached from his body. I'm not going to die! With the last scrap of strength and skill he possessed, he thrust out with his hindlegs at the belly of one of the rogues, rippping them out from the rogues who held them down. The impact flung the rogue backwards and into a bush.
 
Hissing with fury and pain, one of the four leapt onto his back, crushing him benath his massive weight. The number was reduced to three, one had suddenly been attacked by Hawkfeather. He ripped the flesh out around the back of his neck, while another cat would continually slam a paw on his jaw and scratch him deeply. The last rogue still held onto his throat mercilessly.

The rogue that Hawkfeather attacked rolled, also turning Hawkfeather onto her back. He scratched and nipped at her stomach, then gave a fierce blow to her jaw, her jaws rattling.
 
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At last, Ashstorm's struggles begab to weaken. As talented a warrior he was, he was no match for even three rogues in his current state. As he last blood, his vision began to blacken around the edges, making staying consious an effort, nevermind fighting.
 
Ashstorm's flank heaved up and down as he breathed, blood bubbling around his throat. His fur hung off his body in bloody clumps and he didn't even try and stand.
 
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