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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Jan 28, 2007 2:31:10 GMT -5
At the sight of an oncoming cat, Gold put his body into a hunter's crouch and waited. When the moment came he sprang towards the black tom, not noticing the true identity of him until (a. He landed square on his back and had poked nice little thorny needles into his back or (b. He got his pa-tooty handed to him.
OOC: I understand what you mean, kash x.x My dad comes home tomorrow so I'm probably going to miss the next few days. -dies-
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Post by squirrlflight on Jan 28, 2007 8:20:02 GMT -5
SqurrielPool and WhiteClaw where locked in battle. The cat below had died and they raced off to another part of the clans den.
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Post by rex. on Jan 28, 2007 9:12:27 GMT -5
ooc:D:!!!!! noes!
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Post by +~MoSsY~+(catsrule) on Jan 28, 2007 9:29:49 GMT -5
Thistlemoon pushed her kits in a corner "Be quiet please" she whispered and stood near the entrance ready to attack any cat that came near her kits. Bloodpelt looked around he had been thinking for a minute and had lost track of everything "Stupid kittypets" he hissed looking at all the clan cats fighting.
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Post by aemin on Jan 28, 2007 10:32:14 GMT -5
Moongleam raced up to stand beside Thistlemoon. I. Will. Help the RiverClan warrior panted, tail twitching.
Spitfire looked around and saw Touslepelt and Spottedfire, both guarding the entrance to Dewstar's den. At that precise moment, his ear fur caught Dewstar's yowl for reinforcements. Flicking his tail at Diamondstream, he charged for the leaders' den, (if I may) leaping for Touslepelt and managing to score a single shallow claw mark on the cat's pelt.
Diamondstream raced after Spitfire and leaped at Spottedfire, hoping to score a claw mark on the cat's shoulder.
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Post by squirrlflight on Jan 28, 2007 10:44:09 GMT -5
SqurrielPool raced after Diamondstream and Spitfire hoping to find out what they where doing. Following her was WhiteClaw who did seem quite happy.
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Post by |g.O.l.d.Y| on Jan 28, 2007 11:57:07 GMT -5
OOC: I'm actually waiting for Midnight to change her post since she overlooked that sSokepelt is in the den challenging her.
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Post by shadowkit on Jan 28, 2007 11:58:38 GMT -5
Fang tussled with Rosepetal(another charrie of mine) Fang was winning, and then remembered her plan. She broke away from Rosepetal, after scoring her claws down Rosepetal's muzzle. Fang ran as fast as she could, hoping that that fool Tousepelt would notice her breakaway.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jan 28, 2007 12:28:56 GMT -5
OOC - Chance doesn't really care, Skykit was bored, and Spice is against you.
Chance swerved around,slashing any cat that came near her, and avoiding other attacks. Despite her quickness, she had shallow wounds on her sides.
Spice watched in horror, not sure what to do. Maybe if she got closer to that cat that looked like the leader....(Touslepelt)
Skykit slipped away. She had seen enough. Maybe being a loner wouldn't be so bad, at least, it was better than RogueClan, who always told her what to do.
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Post by Leopardstorm on Jan 28, 2007 12:56:01 GMT -5
Leopardstorm finally emerged into the clearing again with the RougeClaner ,Ember, by her side.They looked around waiting for a cat to attack.
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Post by rex. on Jan 28, 2007 13:31:19 GMT -5
ooc: oh well he wasnt exactly gurading it, he was coming in, but oh well.
Touslepelt snarrled with contempt thinking how dare you, thinking you have the right to TOUCH me!! and with that, he reared up, not caring if he was exposing his belly, it wouldnt be for long anyway, and he place his paws with claws unsheathed on the shadowclan warrior, and shoved him, hoping to knock him back down away from dewstar's den.
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Post by aemin on Jan 28, 2007 14:06:31 GMT -5
Spitfire hissed and thundered forward, hoping to bowl Touslepelt over. He would get into Dewstar's den and protect Dewstar if it cost him his life.
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Post by +~MoSsY~+(catsrule) on Jan 28, 2007 14:29:23 GMT -5
Thistlemoon nodded to moongleam glad for some ones help. Bloodpelt scanned the camp for someone to attack.
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Post by rex. on Jan 28, 2007 14:50:30 GMT -5
Touslepelt was much bigger than most of the cats here, but even so, he staggered when the tom flew at him again. this time he was gettng really annoyed. he lept onto his chest, hoping to unstableize him, using his long claws to their full potential on his flack, as his fangs dove in for a bite on the neck.
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Post by aemin on Jan 28, 2007 15:34:31 GMT -5
Spitfire swung his neck away from Touslepelt's fangs. He gave a snarl of pain as Touslepelt's claws shredded his flank. Using every ounce of strength, he brought up his back legs and swung them towards Touslepelt's flank, hoping to draw blood.
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