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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Dec 30, 2006 18:21:17 GMT -5
As his brother's claws sunk into his skin Sark swung around and opened his jaws, preparing a lethal bit to the side of his neck. This cat was his own blood, his kin, and yet he was prepared to kill him no matter what.
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Post by rex. on Dec 30, 2006 18:25:36 GMT -5
Birchclaw let out a loud shrill yowl as he felt the long sharp fangs of his brother sink into his neck. instictivly, Birchclaw crouched submissively, and panicked. The tom forced himself to reach out with his paws and scraped then down Sark's flank, desperate for escape. He could tell by the way he fought that he meant to kill, and so he would do the same.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Dec 30, 2006 18:34:28 GMT -5
Sark winced in pain, releasing his kin. He growled and lunged at his flank stretching his striped fore arms out to grab Birchclaw's flesh between his needle sharp claws.
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Post by rex. on Dec 30, 2006 18:50:07 GMT -5
birchclaw yowled again and tore away from his brother. he bounded away a foxlength, before turning around to face Sark again. this put him, once again into that position that he could never master; attacking from the front. lets just do this! he told himself, and in a flash his paws were pounding the forest floor hard, kicking up snow and leaves in his path. a heartbeat before he would collide with Sark, he turned himself and skidded so his side would slam into the intruder's front.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Dec 30, 2006 18:54:21 GMT -5
A surprised yowl escaped from Sark's maw. He flew back a ways, snow flying everywhere around his body. He hit the ground hard, but with a few shakes of his head he staggered to his feet. Sark launched another attacked, but instead of a straight, head on attack he stopped abruptly and pounced on his brother's back.
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Post by rex. on Dec 30, 2006 19:01:08 GMT -5
Once again, the air was knocked out of the tom's lungs and his joints buckled as the body landed on him. from Birchclaw could feel the power the rogue possessed and he could feel the fear creeping back in. Birchclaw suddenly collaped, and he felt a pain creep up his back. he's so heavy! he thought, as he layed there, hoping for Sark to shift, so he could get up again.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Dec 30, 2006 19:20:34 GMT -5
Sark didn't let up instead he dug his claws deep into his brother's skin and didn't let go. Was he driven by the fact that the cat had plainly attacked him and he was defending himself, or was he really out to kill his kin for the heck of it?
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Post by rex. on Dec 30, 2006 19:40:36 GMT -5
Birchclaw clenched his teeth to keep himself for screaming out with pain. the pressure on his back was mounting up, and there was no possible way out- that was sain. Blinking away the clouds in his eyes, Birchclaw surged up what strength he had left, and rolled himself and squirmed, trying to wiggle loose. he felt the claws digging down his back as he hing legs scrambled helplessly at the forest floor. Once he had his forearms underneath him, he thrust his shoulders up with every once of strength he had. ooc: im not sure where exactly on his back sark his, but if he is directly above his shoulders, im hoping to knock him in the face. if not, im hoping he'll loose grip. but w/e, sark is stronger
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Dec 30, 2006 19:45:23 GMT -5
Sark simply jumped off the tom's back and into the snow. He lunged for his brother's flank once more, planning to knock th wind out him, so he himself could give the final blow. As he leaped through the air his claws flexed, and he let out a battle cry of triumph.
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Post by rex. on Dec 30, 2006 19:53:56 GMT -5
ooc: i guess that works too... Birchclaw gasped for air as he felt Sark leap off of him. Before the tom could pick himself up again, he heard the tom's loud cry, and he knew if he didnt move, he would be done for but where is he coming from?? with no time to check which direction to dodge to, the point sprang straight up into the air; and reached for a low hanging branch above him. unfortunatly, Birchclaw hadn't the strength left in him to heave himself up, so he was left hanging by his two front paws, about 3 tail-lengths off the ground.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Dec 30, 2006 19:57:39 GMT -5
Sark skidded across the snow when he landed. He leaped into the air, and hooked his long claws into his brother's haunches. You're not getting away from me that easily. He howled. Sark began tugging at the red point, trying to pull him to the cold, hard earth.
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Post by rex. on Dec 30, 2006 20:49:50 GMT -5
Birchclaw kicked out at Sark with his hind legs, while with his foreparms he clung to the branch for dear life.
ooc: crap-cat-post
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Dec 30, 2006 20:58:58 GMT -5
Sark was hit by the tom's blow and he stumbled a bit before returning to normal. Thinking quickly he climbed on to the limb that his younger brother hung from. He carefully walked onto the low-hanging branch and crouched down near where Birchclaw's forepaws clung to the limb. Sark bit down onto one of them, and meowed through a mouthful of paw, The Warrior Code is pointless, you will never gain anything obeying it!
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Post by rex. on Dec 30, 2006 21:01:52 GMT -5
Birchclaw immediatly dropped to the ground, holding his bitten paw close, and not letting it touch the ground. But, The Point scuttled backwards away from his brother, all the while keeping on his blind side.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Dec 30, 2006 21:11:29 GMT -5
Sark whipped his head around so could see out of his good eye. The red point clambered down from the tree branch. He took a few steps towards his kin. After approaching him more slowly, he suddenly bolted towards the tom's flank.
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