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Post by aemin on Apr 1, 2007 18:20:44 GMT -5
The ShadowClanner snorted with laughter, obviously enjoying this word match with the rogue. For your information rogue, it is not I who reads the prophecies of StarClan, but our leaders and medicine cats. I do not believe that a shooting star, a mere whisp of smoke signifies our prophecies unless our medicine cat received a prophecy at that very instant. The warrior shook his jet-black head. And you dare to call ShadowClan stupid? If we are so stupid, why does that warrior battling Dewstar want to lead us? His challenge was clear; he was questioning the rogue's motives.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Apr 1, 2007 19:05:09 GMT -5
Shadow laughed. "That, my friend is a ShadowClan traitor, and not one of us. He is willing to give us land to help him lead a brainless Clan? That's not our problem." His device was apparent: he was twisting around the insult so that it flew right back at the ShadowClanner. He, too, was enjoying this little battle of wits.
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Post by aemin on Apr 2, 2007 16:52:09 GMT -5
The warrior gave a small hiss, obviously enjoying himself. ShadowClan is brainless, eh? Well then why are you bothering to fight a brainless Clan? I thought you rogues enjoyed battling skilled warriors, because it's more fun? Spitfire was getting restless. He was getting tired of this battle of wits, and only wished to sink his claws into the rogue's flesh.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Apr 2, 2007 23:04:43 GMT -5
"If you wish to forfeit, go ahead and stop waisting my time. I simply have nothing to do, and this is better than sitting around hunting squirrels all day." The jibe didn't defend Shadow, and yet somehow it accomplished the disired meaning.
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Post by Azure on Apr 3, 2007 15:57:12 GMT -5
Spottedshadow had enough of the banter and insults. With a hiss, she lunged at the rouge with unsheathed claws. She sunk them in deep into his pelt and tryed to give him a wound that he wouldn't forget for moons to come.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Apr 3, 2007 18:52:06 GMT -5
Shadow felt the blow, but ignored the pain. He knew not to look down, because seeing the wound would only make it hurt more. Later it would sink in, and he wouldn't be able to pretend it wasn't there, but for now the adrenaline kept reality away. He counter attacked by lunging with outstretched fangs
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Post by aemin on Apr 3, 2007 20:57:44 GMT -5
The ShadowClanner hissed, but left Spottedshadow to fight, moving slowly towards the shadows nearby. Slipping inside their welcoming darkness, his eyes gleamed eerily as he circle the two battling cats, looking for that weak spot that would send Shadow to the ground. Seeing him lunge forward, Spitfire darted out into action. For his own attack, his fangs were bared and lunging straight for the cat's tail, eyes gleaming angrily.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Apr 3, 2007 21:16:17 GMT -5
OOC: Can some rogue help him, please?
Shadow didn't see Spitfire's quick attack, but when teeth met his tail, one of his black hind legs kicked out, blindly aiming. He could stay alive for long enough, but what was the point of fighting until you drop? Suddenly he pulled away from both and backed up into the darkness of the surrounding trees. He could fight better here; it was almost immposible to distinguish his dark fur from the shadows, and even his eyes were as night colored as even the largest patch of lightlessness.
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Post by aemin on Apr 4, 2007 15:38:12 GMT -5
Spitfire dodged the blind attack and closed in on Shadow. As the tomcat disappeared into the shadows, the ShadowClanner blinked. Hiding now, wasn't he? Smart decision, against two warriors. The warrior couldn't see the rogue. Concious of a sudden attack from behind, the ShadowClanner moved into the shadows himself. His own jet-black fur disappeared instantly, but his eyes were amber colored, therefore easy to see.
Have you forgotten what Clan this is? ShadowClan. We know the same trick.
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Post by Azure on Apr 4, 2007 16:02:30 GMT -5
Spottedshadow fallowed in Spitfire's pursuit. She knew what the rouge was doing and stayed alert as she walked into the shadow's also. Her black fur wasn't visible but the small white spots on her back gave her away. Her sapphire orbs darted around for Shadow.
((my loner could help thee Shadow if thy wishes.))
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Apr 4, 2007 19:57:58 GMT -5
Shadow crouched low in the tangled roots of a large elm. He watched the cats as they, too, dissolved into the darkness. He followed Spitfire's bright amber orbs and kept close track of Spottedshadow's white spots. They were hard to distinguish from blotches of light, but, when they moved, you could tell. Right now both were facing near to where he was, so Shadow relied on his ability to be completely still to keep from being noticed. He would wait until they were facing away, then make his move.
OOC: ['thy Shadow if thee wishes' would be more proper.] Sure! Thanks... help would be apreciated!
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Post by aemin on Apr 5, 2007 17:25:03 GMT -5
The ShadowClan warrior blinked his eyes, annoyed by their amber glow. If only he had black eyes. Then he could move truely unseen in the shadows. But Spitfire decided to take advantage of the glow, and deliberately moved towards Spottedshadow. In a hushed voice, he meowed
That rogue probably plans to escape when our backs are turned. Let's play bait and get him out of the shadows.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Apr 5, 2007 20:55:08 GMT -5
Shadow could hear that they were confurring, but the words were just a mess of whispering. Shadow couldn't tell what they were saying, so he carefully watched them.
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Post by aemin on Apr 6, 2007 17:15:21 GMT -5
Spitfire finally turned from Spottedshadow. His amber eyes gleamed in the darkness, his claws unsheathed and unseen. Carefully, he prowled forward. A sudden thought occurred to him: scent. Couldn't he find Shadow by scent? He lifted his head and probed about for the scent of the rogue. A whiff reached him. Inhaling deeply, Spitfire followed the scent in the direction he thought it led, which was directly in front of him. Pleased with his cleverness, the warrior stalked slowly forward, constantly scenting the air.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Apr 6, 2007 18:18:42 GMT -5
Shadow saw the movement in the position of his eyes. They went higher and back, then down and he could hear paw steps faintly as the black warrior approached. He cursed silently that they had realized that they could scent him, but decided to hold still. Scent was accurate but not very detailed, and the amber-eyed cat could easily get himself into a bad position if Shadow waited. Shadow was aware that he was currently trapped in one spot; if he moved they would be able to hear him and see little patches of light sway. So he crouched, watching Spitfire and Spottedshadow. He didn't once let his eyes leave either of them. Although he was at an advantage pelt-wise, he had a claustrophobic feeling, knowing that moving would mean giving up any chance of winning.
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