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Post by rex. on Jun 12, 2007 17:48:34 GMT -5
Birchclaw wove his way through the trees, soaking up every detail of the forest. it felt like- no, it HAD been nearly a moon since the point had last been hunting and he smiled when he smelt all the scents that are associated with greenleaf.
Birchclaw's ears were perked for the sound of prey scuttling among the roots of the trees. his side hurt and when he put weight on on paw, his rib reminded him of how sore he stil was. The tom looked behind him; he had mentioned aloud that he had intended to go hunting, and he had seen Amberheart, but wasnt sure if she had actually followed him.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jun 12, 2007 21:52:39 GMT -5
A black shape made its way through the trees, not really intent on anything but getting away from the demanding call of his Clan. Darkheart hadn't gotten a good, reasonless fight for moons. Yeah, he had knocked a life or two off the ShadowClan leader, but that had been for a purpose. Where was the fun? This whole, stupid Touslepelt, BloodClan, get the best of all the Clans thing was starting to annoy the tired leader. He was grateful when he scented another cat. He hoped it would be a good talkative one, not one of those sullen I'll-ignore-you-if-you-talk-while-we-fight types. As he approached, he spoke. "The twoleg place is that way, in case you're as lost as you look." His tone was taunting, although not as good as it used to be; it had been ages since he had had a good insult match.
OOC: I hope you don't mind, I just haven't RPed anything like this with Darky for such a long time.
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Post by rex. on Jun 12, 2007 23:49:09 GMT -5
the point whipped around, suddenly scenting rogue. Darkheart had been downwind from him! he glared evenly at the rogue leader, remembering painfully that the last time he had fought a rogue had been in this very spot... "And you would know, wouldnt you?" Birchclaw lashed his tail perhaps i can talk this out... the idea wasnt one he was fond of, but at the very least he wanted to keep from having to exert too much energy at once.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jun 15, 2007 14:23:57 GMT -5
"Yeah, I fight Clanners a lot." This wasn't really an answer, but Darkheart's look seemed to say, if you don't get the insult buried in that, you're an idiot. His glinting green eyes were getting back their sarcastic emerald glow that had been in storage for moons. His attitude was returning, his I'm-better-and-stronger-and-funnier-than-you vibe surrounding him once more. It felt wonderful, if a bit rusty. Good, this is a lively one, Darkheart though, half a hope and half an observation.
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Post by rex. on Jun 20, 2007 11:16:57 GMT -5
Birchclaw hissed and his fur bristled. he took a pace foreward, holding darkhearts eyes in his icy blue stare "Why have you come here?!" he growled
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jun 20, 2007 14:58:00 GMT -5
"It gets boring where I live. After all, there's no one fun to fight." He didn't back down or even flinch at the Clanner's stare, his own gaze holding up just a well. He didn't even snarl but his eyes showed the dangerousness that the rest of his features, relaxed instead of angry, did not. "Clanners are just so funny. They fight even if they know they'll lose, some kind of honor thing. You, for example, will try to chase me out. But do you really think you're a match for my skill and experience?"
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Post by rex. on Jun 26, 2007 12:32:07 GMT -5
Birchclaw didnt answer the question. how could he answer honestly. by what darkheart just said, did he mean that his kind of cats admit to a fight they cant win? it was true, birchclaw was no match for darkheart, especially now that he had a broken rib that punctured his insides every time he strained himself...but if he admitted that would darkheart simply kill him or respect the fact that it would be an easy battle and let him go? the other option was to lie and say that he was more than capable of defeating dearkheart.
it wasnt long before Birchclaw realized it was obvious from his expression that he was thinking seriously. he looked up defiantly and meowed. "i know you are darkheart...i do not want you in these parts of the forest....." he swallowed hard before he meowed on "...i admit that i am no match for you, NOT because i am a weak clanner but because of internal injuries. and i WILL fight you to the death if i must because i believe in the warrior code, and i believe that you have no right to be here."
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jun 27, 2007 22:33:18 GMT -5
It was a bit hot that day with greenleaf setting upon the forest, but that didn’t stop Purekit from hunting. She crouched low in the undergrowth following the fresh scent of a squirrel and came upon the brown vermin nibbling on a seed. The brown she-cat coiled her legs and sprang, landing square on the squirrel and killing it with one swift bite to the neck. She grunted in satisfactory and buried her prey to fetch it later. She was seven moons old now and Mindightfang had given her permission to hunt by herself, she had guessed it was almost time for her apprentice ceremony.
Purekit parted her jaws and a strange smell hit her scent glands. There was ThunderClan, yes, but there was also the strong stench of rogue. Alarm hit her and she wove carefully through the brush, following the two scents with determination. The she-cat peeked out of a bush and saw two figures. One was a pointed tom with icy blue pools and the other was a black tom, that reeked with scent of a rogue. She decided this was no time to be afraid as she shot out from her hiding place. I don’t know why you’re here, but you don’t stand a chance out here in ThunderClan territory! She hissed to Darkheart, her emerald gaze looking very defiant.
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Post by rex. on Jun 28, 2007 1:20:55 GMT -5
panic swept through the siamese-breed tom as the small she-cat figure came into the scene, and his eyes widened with horror. what if this kit dies now because she comfronted darkheart and i was unable to save her...., Birchclaw's mouth parted as he yowled loudly "PUREKIT, GO BACK TO CAMP, AND FETCH HELP!! QUICKLY!"ooc: sorry im sure you wanted her to help fight, but in that situation, thats probably what a real warrior would do...
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Post by stormclaw on Jun 28, 2007 15:29:36 GMT -5
Stormclaw padded over to stand shoulder to shoulder with Birchclaw his huge size almost double to Birchclaw's, his ice-blue eyes glinting dangerously,"Get out of ThunderClan territory right now."He meowed coldly.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jun 28, 2007 16:54:51 GMT -5
Purekit almost dashed back into the undergrowth when a large tom stood beside Birchclaw. He was big and muscular and at first glance he almost looked like the deputy, the one whom she was going to fetch. She looked up at the point in a pleading way as if to say, do you think he’s enough help?
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Post by rex. on Jun 28, 2007 19:04:07 GMT -5
ooc: oooh i feel so safe all of a sudden >u< lol birchclaw jumped; he hadnt detected stormclaw approach, but now that he was here, made birchclaw feel the odds slightly shift in his favor. with a nod to purekit, he meowed strongly "yes, i meant what i said, and he would do the same. all of us would now leave."ooc: an example of one of my shorter posts honestly...i had a little scene in my mind that while purekit was fetching help, birchclaw and darkheart would fight...and well...birch would die....trying to save her? ....idk >_>;;
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Post by stormclaw on Jul 1, 2007 11:13:40 GMT -5
"I said leave, or I'll tear you apart."Stormclaw meowed, his ice-blue eyes glinting.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jul 8, 2007 15:52:30 GMT -5
OOC: You want Darky to kill Birchclaw? Why... gladly! j/k. DON'T KILL BIRCHCLAW! *Cries*
Darkheart's ears twitched and he took a moment to think. A big cat was easy to fight, usually. Darkheart could use his own smaller size to gain a quick advantage, then attack the lower and more vulnerable parts of his enemy. Birchclaw added, though, the ThunderClanners would do a team effort, a dangerous attack when it was organized properly. So the RogueClan leader, out of long experience, knew to go for the weakest place. He feigned a leap toward the warriors, then pushed off to the side, landing in front of Purekit. His paws, claws out just enough to hurt, aimed for the kit, ready to pin her down. His heart felt a moment of pity for the kit. Of course he wouldn't kill her. Of course, the warriors didn't know that, and there was no need for them to...
OOC: He's a clever one. If anyone objects to this plan, speak up.
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Post by rex. on Jul 8, 2007 17:36:48 GMT -5
ooc: i missed you Birchclaw winced, honestly thinking the back rogue was going to leap at them, and then yowled in alarm when he realized a moment later he was upon Purekit! what speed! admitted the Point tom to himself. Forgetting about his injuries, the tom roard loudly as though he had the braveness of a lion and lept at darkhearts back, claws extended and ready to sink into darkhearts back. ooc i think i sprained my hand
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