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Post by aemin on Mar 3, 2007 12:54:59 GMT -5
Moongleam yowled with fierce pain as Shadow made contact. Her stamina ebbing away, the RiverClan warrior turned and raced away from the warrior, exiting the ShadowClan camp and tearing away to her own Clan's camp.
Silversky watched her go worriedly before letting out a frenzied yowl and launching herself at Shadow. Her claws swung rapidly towards his shoulder, and her eyes were dark with anger.
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Post by rex. on Mar 3, 2007 16:18:07 GMT -5
Touslepelt looked up at the point who gripped the she-cat viciously wth his teeth and in the moment was his big fault; the she-cat had kicked up at the second he took his eyes off of her, hitting him in the jaw, causing him to bit his tongue. (( O.o)) no longer in control of himself and his instincts at that point, he lept away, shaking his rexen head in anguish as blood splattered here and there from the self- inflicted oral wound.
-k sark and simp can have at it.-
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Mar 3, 2007 17:32:21 GMT -5
Shadow snarled in triumph, not even noticing Silversky until pain seared through his shoulder, causing him to stagger. He whipped around, but as he did so, his newly injured leg seemed to fall out from under him, and he fell. He had lost much blood... He tried to raise himself to his feet, but even when standing had no way to defend himself without loosing his balance once more. He turned and limped away from Silversky, and stood panting at the edge of the clearing, taking deep breaths and gathering his strength back. He blended into the shadow of the tries, and was almost impossible to see. This would be a wonderfully advantaged position once he was ready to join back into the fighting.
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Post by `s қ y . x x on Mar 4, 2007 0:52:07 GMT -5
Oakstorm watched closly, Growling deeply, His fur rasied defencivly. 'This Apprentice is Stronger than I Though, I Need to get rid of her,' He though as he watched her.
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Post by [nameless - soul] on Mar 4, 2007 10:56:27 GMT -5
Songheart had been hunting, and, being the middle of leaf-bare, she'd caught zip. Weary with fatigue and frustrated with disappointment and failure to feed her Clan, the sleek black and silver tabby she-cat pushed her way into the camp, feeling the weight of her frustration. Her watery, pale blue eyes stretched wide with surprise and terror as she took the sight of her beloved camp being attacked.
Cats brawled together on the ground, their fangs and teeth clashing with one another's own, and she felt the blades of fur along her spine bristling. She gave a mighty yowl before she charged down, head first, into the melee, finding herself at a dark tabby's side. Oakstorm, her deputy, stood beside her, and she spat out to him quickly, "What's going on? Who are these cats?" She appeared frenzied, her fur fluffed up in all places now, and her pale sapphire eyes glinting with terror.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Mar 4, 2007 12:21:00 GMT -5
Darkheart's green orbs were narrowed slits as he scanned the mess of blood and claws. As much as he loved fighting and all this deadly rage, the killing was making him feel almost sick. Why couldn't cats be satisfied with chasing their enemy away? Why must lives be taken as well as blood? He didn't have a problem with it if there was good reason, and no easy alternative. But here the easy alternative was obvious; disable and injure. But he couldn't stop it, so he let go of the annoyance. He saw another ShadowClanner enter, and, without anyone else to fight, leaped, lightning fast, a streak of black. His claws flashed white, and his fangs showed in a snarl as he attacked Songheart.
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Post by [nameless - soul] on Mar 4, 2007 14:20:30 GMT -5
Before Oakstorm had the chance to answer her, she felt claws rip into her shoulder; blood began to seep and she felt as though her bone had been raked as well as her flesh and fur. Giving a startled wail of pain, Songheart whirled around, finding herself looking Darkheart in the eyes. She felt sweat bead down her face, and, baring her teeth, she backed away uneasily. "Stay down, if you know what's good for you," she meowed slowly, her claws unsheathing. Songheart, if he attacked again, would claw him, but if there was an alternative, she would avoid fighting him; after all, compared to her slim, lithe silver and black body, he was massive, and almost scary, in her pale blue eyes.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Mar 4, 2007 14:45:41 GMT -5
OOC: Just so you know, he's really small, though a really good fighter... I don't really care, but you might want to know.
Darkheart simply laughed. "And a kittypet like you knows what's good for me?" he said in a taunting, amused voice. He knew that she was fresher than he was; he had already faught in this battle. But he was confidant in his own ability and judgment. The leader of the Rogues was not about to be beaten by a ShadowClanner.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Mar 4, 2007 17:38:11 GMT -5
The red point latched off of the black she-cat as she reached up to bite his snout. He nimbly dodged her pathetic attack by leaping into the air, but this left his belly dangerously exposed.
With a small smirk, the RogueClanner leaped after him, knocking into his stomach with her black shoulder.
Sark spat with agony, and fell to the ground, gasping for breath. She doesn't use strength, but tactics. I'll have to be more careful with that traitor. He thought. He was about to inhale a deep breath when Simple tackled him and sliced his face.
Just as Simple smashed her unsheathed paw into his face, he came crashing back with a heavy blow to her chest. The impact was horrid, as she was threw across the clearing. She choked with effort to heave up from the cold earth, but it was feudal efforts. She laid there, trying to catch her breath.
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Post by [nameless - soul] on Mar 4, 2007 18:00:36 GMT -5
out of character; Oops. Sorry, Cindy. ^^'
Songheart's ice-blue eyes widened, and her lips curled into a snarl. Her claws flexed in the dust, and she lunged at him, attempting to attack his left foreleg, but while her teeth aimed for that, her hind claws tried for his back legs, trying to trip him. If she suceeded, he would loose his footing, but she would be in vulnerable position, her throat, belly, and back exposed to his dangerous claws and teeth. She braced herself for his counter attack and went for her plan.
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Post by aemin on Mar 4, 2007 22:10:33 GMT -5
Silversky sent a snarl after Shadow before straightening up, triumph in her eyes. She took in the battle of Darkheart and Songheart, then the battle of Oakstorm and Shorepaw. Nobody looked like they needed help, so the warrior sat and licked her few, small wounds.
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Post by rex. on Mar 4, 2007 22:53:21 GMT -5
By this time, Touslepelt was over his new pain in his mouth...for the most part at least, and watched as Sark sent Simple flying across the clearing. letting out a hiss at the frustration that this she-cat was causeing, he bounded after her, determined to get her out of the picture for good. without pausing between arriving to her side and after, he dove in towards her exposed throat, giving her a vigorious shake and waiting to hear her screams of pain.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Mar 5, 2007 16:35:12 GMT -5
Just before the rex had arrived she had captured a few breathers. She kicked at him, just as before, hoping to his him a second time.
The red point had become very fustrated with Touslepelt's interuptions. He bounded towards the scene, and bit down on Simple's outstretched back leg.
The RogueClanner screeched as Sark gripped onto her limb. She twisted it free, and countered, by kicking him with the other leg.
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Post by rex. on Mar 5, 2007 17:39:15 GMT -5
'Would she stop this nonsence?!' Growled Touslepelt to himself as he slowly befan to lift simple off of the ground with his mouth. Simple wasnt the lightest cat and although Touslepelt did have a firm grip, his mouth was in pain from biting his tongue and when Simple kicked him, he was forced to drop her, giving her a swipe at her face to show his frustration with her.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Mar 5, 2007 19:56:54 GMT -5
Darkheart fell ungracefully onto the ground, but didn't even react before he saw an opening at the cat's throat. He went for it, ignoring the sharp pain in his legs. If there was one thing that Darkheart had been taught is to always expect the sudden, the unexpectable. And never let it shock him. And always be ready, no matter what just happened. His well-learned lesson came into play here.
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