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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Sept 6, 2005 15:50:01 GMT -5
OOC: I am going to bit him in the neck whenever you want to end the fight. Tell me when to. Untill then, we can entertain our audiance for awhile longer. And darkheart woun't think quicksilver is dead, he'll just feel like he won. Darkheart would never kill a cat.
Darkheart jumped off of quicksilver. He shot out his paw to trip the other warrior.
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Post by *~Sunny~* on Sept 6, 2005 15:53:19 GMT -5
OOC: Go ahead, I want this fight to end soon. I can't think of any new moves!
Quicksilver didn't see the paw and tripped right over hit, hitting a rock on the side of his head. Everything went blurry, he could barely see the black shape of Darkheart, and then his black eyes closed, he drifted deep into un-conciousness.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Sept 6, 2005 16:01:49 GMT -5
Darkheart felt his enerjy level rise; he had done what he had come here to do: He had won over Quicksilver without killing him! He yawled to get other cats to come. He knew that Quicksilver would die if he wasn't found soon. Then, before anyone would see him, he raced away toward Rogueclan camp.
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Post by *~Sunny~* on Sept 6, 2005 16:04:43 GMT -5
OOC: YAY!!!! Battle is over......
Blood trickled slowly from the wound in his side and all the other wounds on the large cats body. He was loosing a lot of blood, yet he didn't feel it, he looked dead. He was lost in a black sea of dreams, finally out of the trance that had grabbed him while he was fighting.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Sept 6, 2005 16:18:00 GMT -5
OOC: That turned out really good.... Ouicksilver should make his way back to camp. If he can! Dun dun dun DUN!
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Sept 6, 2005 16:20:12 GMT -5
OOC: one sec... I'll modify my post so that dewstom will know to come to the rescue...
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Post by *~Sunny~* on Sept 6, 2005 16:24:07 GMT -5
OOC: He can't. He's unconsious, but I'll wake him up!
Slowly, ever so slowly, Quicksilver opened his eyes. At first everything was a blur, then it slowly cleared until he could see the moon and stars above. Pain surged through his body, flooding his thoughts and memory. He could only remember one thing. It had happened again. He felt sick, everything was dizzy, he whole left side was dark red, soaked in blood. A trail of blood ran down his cheek, a piece of his ear was missing. He looked over his shoulder where he had been laying. It was all bloody. The red substance still trickled out of his side wound. He knew he had to get back to camp, could he? A faint memory hit him. He had been fighting with Darkheart. The large smokey grey tom, gulped, and struggled to stay awake. He had to get back to camp.....
To: Camp.
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