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Post by rex. on Dec 30, 2006 21:16:20 GMT -5
Birchclaw akwardly stumbled to the right to give himself some time to prepare for an attack. He gently set his paw on the ground and lept away so he was behind Sark; but was still in the process of catching his breath why didnt i think of that before? i can use his blindness as an advantage!
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Dec 30, 2006 21:24:52 GMT -5
Sark turned around to face Birchclaw, he could have sworn to see his brother's face lighten up, as if he had found something out. He let out a snarl of disgust and ran to the side of his kin, then he hit the tom's flank with his well-muscled shoulder.
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Post by rex. on Dec 30, 2006 23:17:49 GMT -5
Flying backwards, Birchclaw coughed out the air from his lungs yet again. he skidded across the ground, keeping on his paws as best he could. as soon as he stopped, The Tom charged forward head on-to Sark's right shoulder.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Dec 30, 2006 23:25:51 GMT -5
Being blind in his right eye Sark could only hear his brother bolting towards him, but he was too late his brother had already knocked him off balance. Staggering to his paws he dashed after Birchclaw, baring his fangs and heading back for his flank.
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Post by rex. on Dec 30, 2006 23:52:54 GMT -5
Birchclaw held back the rogue as best he could with a forearm. his heart was pounding in his ears, and, although he had managed, for the moment to get the upperhand over his brother for the moment, he was weakening drastically. No one had come in response to his battle cry, and he knew this wouldnt end up pretty...no, worse than horried.
Birchclaw forced himself to channel his growing fear into energy as he threw his head forward with his maw parted wide, prepared to chomp down on sark's nose.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Dec 30, 2006 23:59:24 GMT -5
Sark felt his kin's jaws snap down on his muzzle. He yowled in fury, tearing his nose away from Birchclaw's teeth. He let out a fierce yowl, before diving for his brother's weakening flank.
[ooc]- Crappy, I know.
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Post by rex. on Dec 31, 2006 0:05:20 GMT -5
His grip didnt falter as Sark ripped away from him, and he closed his eyes, not wanting to see if he had made a mess of his brother's face. big mistake. Birchclaw's vision went momentarily white as he was sent soaring backwards. The point landed on his feet but collapsed and rolled a few times in the snow, unable to move. He opened his blue eyes weakly, praying to starclan Sark didnt leap on him again. his side felt as thought there were a fox on it already.
Birchclaw tried to hiss threateningly to keep him back, but all that came out was a wheeze and a cough. Birchclaw lashed out his claws blindly, trying to keep Sark from wanting to come closer.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Dec 31, 2006 0:27:04 GMT -5
[ooc]-Midnightfang to the rescue!
Had enough? Sark sneered, his muzzle covered with his own blood. He stalked towards Birchclaw, claws unsheathed, teeth in a wide smirk. He lifted a foreleg up, needle sharp claws glinting with blood, he was about to make the final blow when a battle cry rang out amoung the forest.
Midnightfang burst into the clearing. Blood, and scraps of hair lay all around. The snow draped over his pelt when he began padding over to his former apprentice. Birchclaw... His head whipped around to see another red point, lean and muscular, blind in his right eye, his body laced with scars. Unless you want to be permanently blind in both eyes, I suggest you leave. Midnightfang hissed, his voice building with rage.
Sark paid no attention to the new comer he simply meowed to his kin, This isn't over, brother. He turned and trotted away. I failed to kill him, but next time he won't be so lucky. He thought angrily, disappearing into the white abyss.
Midnightfang turned to Birchclaw, not wanting to press questions he quickly meowed, Are you ok?
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Post by rex. on Dec 31, 2006 1:13:14 GMT -5
Birchclaw was almost too shocked to reply. he was panting heavily, and on every inhale he winced. 'Midn...night...f-fang...i'm ...i fai....great ..starclan...it hurts...' moaned the point as he curled up submissivly below the deputy, heavily ashamed, but unable to move.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jan 1, 2007 20:51:34 GMT -5
Midnightfang stared in disbelief. Well, you're not going to die. He managed to choke out. His tail twitched nervously, what can I do? He didn't know what was wrong with his former apprentice. Can you tell me what's happened to you? He asked cautiously, not wanting Birchclaw to be in to much pain when he answered, if he answered.
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Post by rex. on Jan 2, 2007 22:21:49 GMT -5
Birchclaw was breathing heavily as he tried to make sense of what midnightfang had asked him. what happened between Redpaw and I or what he did to me just now?. choosing the latter, the bloodied point meowed weakly "The @$#% fox crushed me!"
to be honest, birchclaw had no idea what was wrong with him. why cant i move?. Birchclaw looked at his legs and tried moving them. his legs moved but his chest hurt badly, and before he knew it he was coughing up blood.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jan 3, 2007 15:51:50 GMT -5
It seems to me he damaged your chest, but that could mean anything, a broken rib, perhaps even... Midnightfang paused suddenly, he didn't want to continue, "the cause of death list", any longer then broken rib. He curled his tail in anticipation, waiting to see if his former apprentice got some ideas about a broken rib.
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Post by rex. on Jan 3, 2007 19:53:22 GMT -5
Birchclaw's movement slowed, and he blinked. his body lay still as he looked somewhere off to midnightfang's right. his lower lip twitched, threatening to frown, and his eyes clouded "he came to kill me....and he might have succeeded..."
Birchclaw's blue eyes looked up at midnightfang's, and he meowed ergently "Tell me, dear Midnightfang...how did he look? did i give him a makeover to remember? " there was pure hatred in his words, which was hardly a characteristic the point often possessed.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jan 3, 2007 22:37:37 GMT -5
Cinderheart padded up, having heard the noise.
OOC: Just in time! Maybe!
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jan 4, 2007 22:05:26 GMT -5
Midnightfang's eyes swelled with tears. His face was one to remember, you got his muzzle pretty badly. He mewed trying to hold back his grief. He leaned his head to touch his former apprentice on the shoulder, when he saw a miracle. Cinderheart! Midnightfang sent a silent thank you to StarClan, then meowed urgently, Cinderheart, theres something wrong with his chest. You have to help him!
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