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Post by `s қ y . x x on Jan 27, 2007 19:56:12 GMT -5
((I Need someone to kill these two please))
Gingerbreeze bounded into the camp, Pebblepaw behind her, The two had been training near the boundery.
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Jan 27, 2007 20:01:19 GMT -5
Lightningfrost pounced at an apprentice, digging his claws into its throat. Suddenly he felt too much blood spurt out. It was dead. Oh no, he whispered. I didn't mean to....he stepped back. Oh no, oh no, oh no...he repeated. He backed away some more then ran off, towards the nursery.
ooc: g2g biii ibibibibi NO ONE ATTACK BLAZEFANG OR LIGHTNINGFROST! IF SOMEONE DOES PLEASE TELL THEM NOT TO!*bows.* Thank you for listening. or reading. w/e. bi <3<3
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Post by jake on Jan 27, 2007 20:03:54 GMT -5
ooc: I'll Kill the warrior for you Kovu
Seiver had been watching saw the thin warrior Easy prey he though and slunk up behind her. He pounced, Ripping her throat. He smiled as she lay moionless.
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Post by `s қ y . x x on Jan 27, 2007 20:11:27 GMT -5
((Thanks you two))
Lionpaw sat hidden at the edge of the camp. A tear driped from her fur at the death of her sister. She wimpered and started to run from the camp.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Jan 27, 2007 20:15:27 GMT -5
Shadow's black eyes gleamed as he watched the rush of battle, waiting for his help to be needed. He saw mirthiless killing and ruthless attacks, and the rush of battle began to show in his black fur as it rose, flush coming to the bare scars across the side of his face. He wrinkled his muzzle in a slow, delighted growl, the X of the scars contourting as he began to grin. He stood, and looked lazily around for someone to fight, someone to injure, someone whose life he could end.
[green]Darkheart lithely slipped into the fight, his small shape making it easy for him to slip in and out, attacking as he saw fit. He didn't really know who he was attack, but the taste and smell of blood exhilerated him, and he roved around, looking to hurt not to kill.[/green]
[white]Shimmer's slight form was unimpressive, but her skill was otherwise. She glanced around for someone to attack, hoping to kill. That was her favorite pastime, and therefor she was experianced. Killing prey was not enough to satisfy her daily hunger for the struggle and race of battle, but I fight like this could let her rest for days before she sought out her next victim. She didn't always murder. No, a good long fight with some injuries delt and recieved could keep her. But today, she fought to kill.[/white]
OOC: All my characters are up for battle. Shimmer or Shadow are aspecially good if you want to kill a cat, but they all will be willing to just fight...
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Post by shadowheart787 on Jan 27, 2007 20:18:14 GMT -5
Shadowheart spotted Shimmer and she and her daughter Winterpaw snuck up behind her and pounced.
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Jan 27, 2007 21:21:54 GMT -5
Blazefang pounced at the nearest cat, a tom with an x-shaped scar on his face. He swiped at his scars, hoping to reopen the wounds.
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Post by shadowthunder on Jan 27, 2007 21:46:07 GMT -5
((OOC: I'm back! Wow, I missed, what, seven pages of rping? uh...oops...Well then... P.S. - So can I bring in a RiverClan character now? Cause I am.))
Basilpaw and Thymepaw re-emerged from a covering of thicket in which they had retreated to for a few moments of resting. Basilpaw was mostly unharmed, having only a few scratches on her tan pelt. Thymepaw on the other hand, had a few wounds on his left flank and was still breathing heavily, even after a moment of rest. Basilpaw tried to convince him to stay in the safety of their hiding place, but, him being the stubborn tom he is, refused to act cowardly at this critical time. His sister followed him back into the fight. The duo was just stepping back onto the battlefield when a brown blur wisped past them.
It was a larger cat, yet seemingly weak in appearance. He was certainly lean and capable of defending himself, but the cat just didn't give off a strong sort of vibe. There was something odd about him, though, that Thymepaw noticed. The cat was a tom, many, many moons older than the young apprentice, and his pelt resembled that of a raccoon. This warrior didn't head straight into battle like the rest of the cats. No, instead, Thymepaw watched as the tomcat circled the battlefield with adequette speed and soundless movements. What was he doing? Thymepaw wondered. Surely he can't do anything to the enemy while running in cricles like that?
Shadowthunder was huffing and gasping for breath as he sprinted without stop around the entire battlefield. He was doing a number of things. First: He was scanning out each cat who was fighting the rogues to see if anyone would need his help. Second: He was trying to maybe throw off some of the rogues' concentration. If he could only throw it off for second it would be enough to give his clanmates a chance to attack. Third: He was looking for a wayward enemy cat, or some unnoticed sneaking opponent who could cause problems later by disappearing and reappearing later when all were out of breath.
The RiverClan tom continued running for another few seconds until he decided his inspection was unneeded for now and darted in to join his comrads in the fight. Another tom caught his gaze. He was a rogue, definitely, judging on his scent and expression. Shadowthunder sped towards him, the intent of taking him down quickly without any long battle.
The tom finally got close enough to attack. With a mighty lounge, he sprang towards Darkheart, his claws outstretched and expecting to sink into the tom's flesh.
Meanwhile, Basilpaw and Thymepaw were dartingand weaving through the battling cats, hoping to find an enemy they could possibly take down together.
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Post by aemin on Jan 27, 2007 22:35:50 GMT -5
Diamondstream shook her head no at Blazefang and leaped away from the leader's den to join the other battles. She launched herself straight at Shimmer, teeth bared. How she hated these rogue cats! Seeing that Shadowheart and Winterpaw, however, already had the situation covered, she waited for a cat to attack or something else.
Spitfire broke away from Gold to help the warriors outside. He could tell he needed serious help, and he trusted Moongleam to take care of the nursery. Instantly, he headed for Darkheart. Leader of RogueClan! With a snarl of menace, he advanced, but watched as RiverClan tom launched himself instead at Darkheart, Spitfire remained standing, eyes watching the RiverClan warrior in case he needed help.
Silversky flew after Diamondstream and watched the fray. She didn't seem needed, but she still paced towards the elders' den, sitting down outside to guard it.
Moongleam hissed and stood protectively in front of the queens and kits, glaring at Gold, daring him to harm the kits.
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Post by Rayvn on Jan 27, 2007 22:39:31 GMT -5
(ooc:why am i always late???)
Rougestorm raced into the camp when she heard the sounds of battle. dang i missed the start of te fun! join the club, rouge. She looked to see a snow white apprentice reeking of windclan standing beside her, claws out. Rougestorm gave the kit-sized creature a skeptical look, Beg pardon? Your here for touslepelt, no, to help him i mean? I am Aquapaw, by the way. The white cat mewed. Rougestorm, and yes. Shall we? The small cat gave a wicked grin. let the fun begin The duo wove through the camp between battling cats, in search of some enemy cat to battle. Aquapaw, swished her tail at Rouge to follow her as the wove, avoiding the fighting cats insearch of their definition of fun, a good fight. The shecats looked around eagerly.
ooc:anyone who wants a good fight, or a cat killed, rouge and aqua are willing for a fight of any kind.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Jan 27, 2007 23:49:26 GMT -5
A deafening battle cry erupted from the clearing, as black limbs swiftly emerged at the mouth of the leader’s den, pale yellow eyes flaring with the rush of battle. Move it, I have business in there. You have no need to stand guard. Chai hissed at the cat guarding the entrance.
Beside the she-cat was another loner, face scarred, his only eye glazed with rage. Sark had no reason to kill the leader, but he was given orders to raid ShadowClan, even if it meant killing everyone in the camp.
A silver-blue figure was curled in the corner of the damp den, fur raised with fear, her blue orbs burned into the spotted coat of Smokepelt. Traitor, I always knew it. You will not get away with this. Dewstar snarled.
ooc- I edited it.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Jan 28, 2007 0:11:51 GMT -5
OOC: Hey Middy, Smokers is in Dewstar's den with Spottedfire guarding it.
Gold snarled when he was thrown off, landing on his paws with his golden back arched. He glanced at Moongleam then to the kits, he sighed quietly and ran out. The nursery was too cramped to be fighting in and he was too inexperienced to fight the love of she-cats. He quickly raced past his leader/mentor, taking the moment to size up his opponent. Hah! Darkheart would handle that fool in no time flat! He fled into the bushes, waiting for a cat to walk by.
Spottedfire whirled around in a defensive manner when Blazefang stepped aside. Coward. True, he was the one with the brawn and mostly just his brother's sidekick whom had both brawn and wisdom, but he still put up a deadly fight. When Blazefang grew distracted he resumed his guarding position for fourth time.
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Post by rex. on Jan 28, 2007 1:14:44 GMT -5
ooc: omg, i just went to work and i come back to see there are like9 more pages!! -_- forgive me if i am not up-to date....
Touslepelt wove his way through the crowd of cats. his olive green eyes sought only one cat; dewstar.... he side-stepped a few brawling cats calmly as he made his way to the other end of camp...where was she?? Looking up at where the leader's den was, he saw slight commotion and sounds of distress coming from it. Smiling, he bounded up to the mouth of the den in a few bounds where he stood ominously at the thresh hold; his figure silhouetted by the moon behind him. ooc: really i have no clue where everyone is or who's fighting who. it would take me a day to read everything T_T
Pandapelt lingered at the edge of the camp, watching the blood of both shadowclan and bloodclan stain the camp floor, and there was a flicker of longing in her clear blue eyes. She moved to walk into the midst of the brawl, but someone stopped her with their black talk. the Rogue Queen looked down at her son, who looked back at her with determination. with a sigh, the Manx explained My son, as a rogue we live to fight, and if tonight i die, it will be for the one thing i live for.... she hoped this explained what she was feeling. true, she was aged some now, but there was nothing more she wanted in life than to be in battle. it was what she was raised to love. Shade blinked as though there was nothing more he could say before he raced away to assist his friend, Gold, who had just fled into a nearby bush Risk lept at a random shadowclanner, but was thrown off almost immediately. feeling embarrassed, he looked up to see his half brother staring at him with confusion in his eyes 'cant do anything can you?!' he yowled angrily at him before scampering off to go find his father...hoping to win back his favor if maybe he could help him in some way.
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Post by shadowheart787 on Jan 28, 2007 1:43:32 GMT -5
Shadowheart lounged at Risk. She clawed at his neck.
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Post by rex. on Jan 28, 2007 1:51:26 GMT -5
Risk yowled with suprise; he hadnt seen this cat coming for him! feeling claws rake across his rexen pelt, he flung his long forearm around at whom ever was attacking him, hoping for hit the face.
meanwhile, Spider crouched submissivly at the edge of the camp, hoping no one would see him; he didnt want to be here, he didnt want to do any of this! but when he saw his half-brother fighting another attacking cat, he felt as though he had some sort of obligation to go and help him, but he couldn't bring himself to do it..
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