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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Mar 21, 2007 13:42:39 GMT -5
((Goldy and meh, but she hasn't replied in forever. Have Darkheart jump there and knock off two lives.))
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Mar 21, 2007 13:53:47 GMT -5
OOC: Alright...
Darkheart swiveled around, away from the cat he had just threatened. He saw many active battles around him, though the fighting was slowing slightly. He darted through and in between, and then into the leaders den. His green eyes glowed in the dim light, and he watched as Dewstar battled with Smokepelt. He readied himself to jump in, aiding Smokepelt, of course.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Mar 21, 2007 14:41:10 GMT -5
sark;;loner/blood The red point yowled as a sharp pain stabbed his back. Get your dirty paws off me! He caterwauled. Sark twisted free of the cat's grip and launched himself blindly at him, fangs bared, obviously aiming for the throat.
spyro;;blood;;dead now The lilac tom barely had time to move as the tom countered, and launched himself at him. Spyro gasped as he was gripped by the throat, the killing bite now sealed his fate. Clever. He managed to choke, blood trickling out of his gaping jaws. With every ounce of energy manageable, he outstretched a lilac limb and clawed Sark's only eye, as the tom released him he fell to the ground and fought fate for his breath. Spyro's limbs jerked around in a spasm of pain, as he fell into an endless slumber.
sark;;loner/blood The red point cowered on the ground, his eye stung so badly, and when he opened his eyes he couldn't see anything. He blinked again and again, trying to see if he could regain his sight, but his efforts were not going to recover his newly blinded eye. Sark yowled a cry for help, he couldn't see, he felt helpless against his enemy
dewstar;;shadowclan Out of the corner of her blue eye the leader could see a lurking form creeping into the den, battle-ready. Dewstar growled, Show yourself, coward.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Mar 21, 2007 15:23:08 GMT -5
"Coward? I'd say watchful. And wondering... Is the nine-life myth true?" Darkheart snarled, his eyes narrowing. But the coward jibe got to him at least a little, as he stepped from the shadows and into view of ShadowClan's leader. He was small, but strong. Not tense, but obviously ready to attack or defend.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Mar 21, 2007 15:52:08 GMT -5
dewstar;;shadowclan The silver-blue furred leader stood tall compared to the black tom, but her form was lithe and slender, not bursting with muscle. Dewstar growled, Of course it's true, but you would never know, would you? StarClan would never grant you more than one life to live, filthy rogue!
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Mar 21, 2007 15:57:05 GMT -5
"And yet I highly suspect that, were we to fight, I would take away all of yours before you took mine," Darkheart commented, looking at ease in this dim place, exchanging insults with ShadowClan's own leader.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Mar 21, 2007 18:04:29 GMT -5
dewstar;;shadowclan The she-leader spat with repugnance. You and this whole army are despicable. All wanting power but not a single one willing to die for it. Dewstar meowed, her voice filled with spite and resentment. The den was beginning to get warmer, as she glanced toward the exit to see the clearing's shadows' were beginning to disappear into the light of the morning sunrise.
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Post by GiomanchSgath on Mar 21, 2007 19:53:54 GMT -5
MoonNight glided out of the shadows like a wraith from hell intent on sweeping up its victims with out mercy. MoonNight didnt yowl or anything to alert darkheart that he was leaping at him taking avantdge that the other cat would be requiring his attention. As he flew his fur shimmered from silver to black in the moonlight and his dogclaws glinted with their sharpness. When he was a tail-length away he snarled "I told you i would kill you someday darkheart. Ha! it should be lameheart instead. Prepare to meet you maker!"
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Mar 21, 2007 20:33:09 GMT -5
OOC: Umm... Maybe we should post this fight somewhere else... but I asked special permission to join this certain fight, and I think it's sort of private. I'm really sorry... For now, I'm just going to ignore that post, since you didn't know that the thread was private. If MoonNight wants a fight, he and Shadow, about matched for size, could fight. But Shadow's a RogueClanner, so MoonNight wouldn't have much of a reason to attack him or visa versa...
Darkheart laughed. "All wanting power? Yes, most of us do. But your Clan is not much better. They hide their ambition. At least we do not lie. Where did Tigerstar come from? Not from a Rogue clan, I assure you. And Touslepelt? Born and raised a RiverClanner."
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Mar 21, 2007 20:55:24 GMT -5
Dewstar yowled, Tigerstar and Touslepelt are dirty traitors. At least true clan cats have the decency to control themselves. The she-leader's eyes burned through the tom's pelt, but she restrained herself from attacking him.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Mar 21, 2007 20:59:20 GMT -5
"Believe it or not, I am technicly not only a Clan cat but a leader like yourself. And, by the way, you should watch what you say, as I have no insentive not to attack you."
He hoped that she had not heard the stories of the Rogue leader who didn't kill... but judging by her previous arguements, she still thought him a murderer in cold blood.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Mar 21, 2007 21:07:39 GMT -5
Leader? Bah! You don't even have -star in your name, Darkheart. Therefore you are not leading a Clan, but a pathetic excuse for an army. Dewstar continued, ignoring the cat's half-baked threats.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Mar 21, 2007 21:17:25 GMT -5
"You let you made-up StarClan govern your every pawstep, don't you? When will you Clanners realize that your warrior ancestors are rotting in the ground you burried them in? I need no 'star' in my name because I need no StarClan to guide me." His eyes were narrowing in anger, his ears flattening out of harm's way in the likely case of a sudden attack.
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Post by GiomanchSgath on Mar 23, 2007 17:12:49 GMT -5
fine maybe i go and pick a fight with tousle but that was a good *** post
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Post by aemin on Mar 23, 2007 17:32:34 GMT -5
The ShadowClan tomcat walked hopelessly around the clearing, no cat fighting him. Spitfire angrily looked about for an opponent, and leapt at a random cat (Can it be Shadow?). With a yowl, he attempted a bite at the cat's tail.
Moongleam looked hopelessly round. Though she was defending Softheart, her wounds hurt terribly, few as they were. Whipping away from the two cats she had been with, the RiverClanner left the battle in the quickest, quietest way. She was not needed in a dwindling battle.
The ShadowClan she-cat cowered in the warriors' den, her wounds flowing freely and stinging every few secobds. No cat had seen Diamondstream yet, and she hoped to continue that, as her wounds were quite deep. One of them might even be fatal! So, with a grunt of pain, the warrior watched the battle helplessly.
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