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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on May 4, 2007 16:25:16 GMT -5
Shadow judged that she had stalked close enough, and his muscles tensed, readying him. Ears lying back, out of the way of harm. He suddenly pushed off the ground, claws helping him gain traction, tail keeping his balance. His forepaws reached forward, ready to grab Spottedshadow. He hoped to grasp her head or back with these taloned paws, but didn't care. His fangs were bared, ready to sink into flesh. And yet, as all this happened, his brain was calculating, figuring, and trying to predict. He wasn't entirely on the offensive; a part of his mind was screaming to be careful, protect your neck and underbelly, don't let her get too close.
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Post by Azure on May 6, 2007 11:54:41 GMT -5
Spottedshadow backed up to retatilate, but she couldn't move that fast. She thought quickly and stood up on he hind legs to meet the tom on the air. If there was going to be a small fight standing up, then so be it. She was ready.
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Post by aemin on May 7, 2007 15:48:05 GMT -5
His smooth muscles and light-weight paws were ready for the rogue's reaction. Smoothly, the ShadowClan tom whipped out of Tress's path, teeth bared at the running tom. Best you can do, kittypet? You need some help. He glided backward, weight light on his paws once more. Biding his time and energy.
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Post by Azure on May 7, 2007 15:58:53 GMT -5
Tress' ears layed back at the insult."It's true though,"he thought,"I need some help."[/i]His amber eyes narrowed on the black tom's heart. He slowly stalked foward. He wasn't about to give up to some smooth talking ShadowClanner.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on May 7, 2007 17:12:43 GMT -5
Shadow snarled as claws met him mid-air, pulling him down. He tried to fall gracefully, but as he landed one of his legs gave way under him and his should seemed almost to scream in pain. He winced, but acted fast. Ignoring the leg, he dove down and tried to knock her hind legs out from under her.
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Post by Azure on May 10, 2007 15:49:34 GMT -5
Spottedshadow hissed in pain as the tom slamed into her back legs. She started trying to kick the tom, trying to score her claws on his face or neck.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on May 10, 2007 16:44:32 GMT -5
Claws penetrated Shadow's protective fur and skin, causing nerves to send sharp pain signals to his brain. He backed up; her strategy had worked. He didn't stay far, though. Prowling forward once more, his paws padding over the damp earth. He waited, slowly advancing for her to attack him.
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Post by aemin on May 11, 2007 17:09:41 GMT -5
Spitfire dropped into a balanced crouch, eyes glittering a challenge at the invader. His claw had stopped bleeding now, and the pain was giving way to numbness. The warrior forgot everything except defending his Clan as he fought Tress. No tiredness shadowed his challenging amber eyes. Then, paws light, he suddenly raced forward and ducked his head to ram into the rogue's shoulder.
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Post by Azure on May 11, 2007 17:24:56 GMT -5
Spottedshadow watched the tom advance on her. She desperatly needed help. She crounched low and continue to watch the tom advance on her."Let him make the first move, let him make the first move."she thought over and over. She was running out of ideas. ~~ Tress heard a crack as the tom rammed into his shoulder. Then pain hit. He slowly began to back up into the bushes, he was giving up. He didn't care if he was called a kitty-pet or whatever, his whole body ached and he didn't care about this stupid clan. When he got into the safty of the bushes, he turned around and limped away to lick his wounds. Oh he'd be back, and that tom would be first on the list to go.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on May 11, 2007 19:22:20 GMT -5
Shadow leapt at her, a hoping to slam into her with his weight and claws. His eyes were narrowed and his teeth bared.
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Post by Azure on May 12, 2007 14:34:24 GMT -5
Spottedshadow yowled in pain. She kicked the tom off of her and then layed low in defeat. She was bleeding in multiple places and was tired. She backed away and layed her ears back submissivly. She averted her gaze away from the tom.
((I give up. :/ both of my cats are defeated and I'm running out of things to type. + this is too tedious. All I can say now is to wait for Dewstar and Darkheart to get done fighting and then she leaves to become a loner. You and Aemin can fight for all I care, but I give up.....sors))
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on May 12, 2007 14:57:13 GMT -5
Shadow snarled in triumph. He liked the feeling of dominance that you got when winning a battle. He hissed slightly, a warning for the cat to run.
OOC: Yeah, I agree that this is getting really boring. I had a cat, Shimmer, run away earlier. But I'm going to have the TC med cat, her apprentice, and a warrior come... I can't explain why; prophecy thing. That should spice the thread up.
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Post by Azure on May 14, 2007 15:51:59 GMT -5
((hopefully, then I'll tell my friend, spellbound, to come here and join it then.))
Spottedshadow took off running throw the bushes. She felt humiliated that she lost to a loner...in her own clan terra at that. Her dark eyes narrowed. She had enough of all the fighting anyways and she'd be back to take care of this loner later.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on May 14, 2007 17:34:16 GMT -5
Shadow watched Spitfire warily as he began to use his rough tongue to clean off some of his matted, bloody, fur. His eyes didn't once leave the ShadowClanner. If Shadow was attacked unprepared... Well, one more injury could leave him so weakened that he would have to retreat. So much of the vital red blood had seeped out of him that there was barely enough left to carry oxygen, so very little for his heart to pump through his body. And yet, ignoring his aching body, Shadow continued to wash himself. The familiar actions calmed his racing mind and relaxed his stiff limbs. He even stretched briefly, checking all sides of him, watching for an attacker who would try to take him by surprise. His breaths deepened and his panting stopped. As he let the adrenaline rush finish, he readied himself for the next one.
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Post by aemin on May 17, 2007 15:42:30 GMT -5
ooc|: That fighting post in the leader's den is taking forever.
bic|: The warrior triumphantly watched the loner retreat. His eyes turned to the battle between Spottedshadow and Shadow. His Clanmate was weakening, and the tom would have leapt to her side had it not been for the blood now pulsing, once again, out of his paw. Glancing down, Spitfire watched as blood flowed freely from his torn claw. There was also a very bad cuts on his shoulders, and more minor cuts throughout his body. His muscles also ached like heck. With one eye on Shadow, the tomcat began to lick his bleeding claw, regaining his draining strength and preparing himself for more attacks.
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