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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Mar 28, 2007 19:54:15 GMT -5
Dewstar blue eyes flared with rage at the black tom's mocking tone. She spat with annoyance and hissed, Are you going to fight or not? Do you just want to have a casual chat? She glanced towards the outside of her den to see light sparkling into the entrance of her den, making the blood on her pelt shimmer with an eerie conscious.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Mar 28, 2007 19:55:43 GMT -5
"I thought your little StarClan wanted you to talk stuff out?" Darkheart replied, still using his mockingly calm tone.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Mar 29, 2007 15:55:18 GMT -5
Arrogant fool, I know the laws of StarClan and you don’t! The leader growled. Dewstar’s blue eyes burned into his black pelt like an inferno, and her teeth were in a broad snarl.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Mar 29, 2007 22:57:04 GMT -5
"Oh? So enlighten me," said Darkheart, his voice laden with sarcastic laughter.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Apr 1, 2007 19:15:15 GMT -5
You wretch, I have no desire whatsoever to tell you anything about StarClan! Dewstar snarled, her silver-blue pelt bristling with fury. The ShadowClanner was angry enough by the villain’s mocking tone, but if he were going to insult her ancestors, he’d best get out of her den.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Apr 4, 2007 20:00:48 GMT -5
"Then stop using it as a pathetic excuse as to why you think you're stronger than me. Face the facts: I could kill you many times without you knowing what hit you." Darkheart saw the anger and played it up. He loved doing that.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Apr 8, 2007 0:01:46 GMT -5
Dewstar came to realize that there was no talking with this egoistic freak without making a big huff about it. Why do you keep talking when your voice is like that of a she-cat's. She sneered, give him a long, low growl.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Apr 8, 2007 9:08:45 GMT -5
"Why do you insult me when you know I could make many very valid insults back?" Darkheart said, not really caring about what his voice sounded like.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Apr 15, 2007 15:50:26 GMT -5
Would you just shutup. Dewstar snarled, her azure eyes glittering with hate. She was quite annoyed with his taunts, his attitude, and him in general. The she-leader took a step forward, her talons sliding iut of their sheaths. Just shutup and fight me! She yowled.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Apr 15, 2007 16:55:15 GMT -5
Darkheart shrugged. "If that's what you want..." He sat very still, his muscles loose but ready to tense. As soon as he judged where he should attack, his hind legs kicked out, his claws slipped out of their protective hiding place, and his whole small form was hurtled forward, streight on attacking. He suddenly slipped his claws into the ground and stopped, just a mouse-lenght from hitting the leader. This fight he would be in control. He would make her fight the way he wanted her to. A forleg lifted and cut through the air, talons flashing, aimed at the side of Dewstar's head.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Apr 16, 2007 11:50:04 GMT -5
Dewstar watched as he hurtled forward, and then stop, and in it seemed as if it were in slow motion that he lashed out at her. Regaining the sense of reality the silver-blue leader ducked swiftly out of his way as she struck out her foreleg near his chest.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Apr 16, 2007 15:58:19 GMT -5
As Dewstar's foot made contact, Darkheart was pushed back. He almost was thrown once more against the wall, but his claw snagged on a root, and he was pulled forward once more. Though his paw was caught for a second, and blood began to leak out next to the claw's sheath, Darkheart payed it no mind. Instead, he stopped the boxing ritual and used his small size to duck under the opponent's head, and reached up for her neck at it's softest point. She could easily bite his back, but, if she did, that would leave her neck in such a position that he could sink his fangs easily into it. Either she'd take the bait and he'd get to use a devistating attack, or she would realize the trick and defend her throat.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Apr 16, 2007 18:54:05 GMT -5
Impact! Dewstar shouted in her mind as her forepaw met his torso, she was excited by her attack but then he countered… She watched as his claw snagged on a root then he pushed backward and towards her, aiming for her throat. She lifted her elegant neck high enough above his head to where he couldn’t reach it than, with a lot of effort, she pushed herself to jump over him and face his backside. The she-cat, now having an advantage, lunged toward his back.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Apr 16, 2007 20:38:30 GMT -5
Darkheart reacted imediately, rolling over onto his back. This, while exposing his soft belly, would allow him to kick at her, which he proceeded to do. If she dodged successfully, and came forward or lept at him, he could easily push her away using his strong hind legs.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Apr 26, 2007 17:44:59 GMT -5
Dewstar continued her attack, blue pools burning with the flare of battle. She wouldn't give up yet, not yet. Her Clan wasn't really outnumbered, but it seemed as though the rogues were winning...
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