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Post by rex. on Jul 5, 2006 13:11:10 GMT -5
ooc: should we wait for coco?
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Post by Marly on Jul 5, 2006 16:50:21 GMT -5
OOC: -shrugs- probley should..but only for a few days...
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Post by rex. on Jul 6, 2006 16:01:26 GMT -5
okay I will hold a count down, until then, you may all talk in OOC here, but no RPing. 3days
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Post by rex. on Jul 9, 2006 0:57:31 GMT -5
0 days
Spider crept to the edge of a clump of bracken. the shadowclan cats were close; his whiskers twitched with anxiety and his claws gripped the sod. His white and black short rexen legs condensed as he readied to spring...no, not yet...he could see them, but he didnt know if they could see him. very slightly his white whiskers floated back in the direction a bit toward him- although he didnt exactly know it yet, that would mean he wasnt upwind.
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Post by Marly on Jul 10, 2006 16:32:10 GMT -5
Moonpaw's auds shot up as the sound of a stick, cracking under the weight of cat hit the tone of his ears. His head spun in the direction of the noise. He could barely make out anything through the brambles. He'd have to go in for a better look. He quickly glanced over towards his sister, Nettlepaw. Gray orbs frantically searched as she was nowhere in sight. 'She must have already made it around..I'll have to check this out on my own...' he said to himself silently in his own mind. His body arched down in a crouch as he did his best stalk he knew. As low as he was, his jowels parted slightly, opening up for the forest's smells to drift in. Among the tangle of plants, there was one he could make out. A cat! Another one it seemed, and nor was this one from his clan....
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Post by Marly on Jul 13, 2006 17:07:16 GMT -5
bump
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Post by rex. on Jul 14, 2006 23:24:27 GMT -5
ooc: sorry i was gone this week and i will be gone again on monday- thursday
the young tom kept wanting to spring, knowing the moment was right but fear kept him back. he was unaware of his own fear scent as he began to recline further back onto his haunches; obviously a sign he was unprepared to spring
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Post by Marly on Jul 15, 2006 20:59:20 GMT -5
OOC: oh, alrighty
Moonpaw lunged forward into the brush. His front paws outstretched forward, ready for his first real tussel, or so he thought... He only hoped this cat wasn't too large, it was too late now to turn back. All he knew was this cat was tresspassing on Shadowclan territory!
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Post by rex. on Jul 16, 2006 1:27:28 GMT -5
Spider yowled in alarm as he felt the force of another cat hitting him and knocking him backwards what was I thinking?! i have never fought before! and now im going to die! i made a mistake! I failed...failed...failed... the kits yellow eyes fogged over as his minded teemed with all his faults, but natural instict worked on its own and his claws shot out and swiped aimlessly in the air so to protect his exposed belly.
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Post by *Simply Seasle* on Jul 16, 2006 13:07:29 GMT -5
Chance watched Spider 'fight' and almost laughed. He'll die if he isn't careful
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Post by Marly on Jul 17, 2006 13:39:43 GMT -5
Moonpaw's talon sharp nails grasped hold of the smaller tom's fur and clung on as much as he could. He felt claws swiping at his chest, but he figured he'd survive. He focused his gray eyes on the smaller intruder. His light gray orbs met with the terrified eyes of his victum. He let out a loud spitful hiss. Opening his maw wide, ivories exposed, he was about to strike a bite.
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Post by rex. on Jul 20, 2006 22:47:43 GMT -5
for a moment, all spider could look at were the teeth that were aimed at his [throat?], but when he let his eyes dart about for a means of escape, they fell at the other toms belly; which was [im assuming] just over his hind legs.
an opening!
with his weak, but desperate legs, he kicked out with as much force he thought he could put into them into his opponants stomach, yowling and clenching his eyes shut; still preparing for the bite.
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Post by Marly on Jul 21, 2006 19:54:10 GMT -5
The white apprentice tom's belly tightened as a hard force pushed upward. He knew it was this other young tom's force. He yowled, but stuck it threw, biting only a very small edge of the rex's(?) shoulder. Still it could hurt, but who knew...He could hardly believe the excitment this morning had already been...or was this all a bad thing? He couldn't think about this at the current time...he had to think of what to do with this fellow tom, he couldnt just let him go....
(ooc: what should happen? I don;t know if you want Spider to run, negociate(fakly of course, probley leading Moony into a trap.), or Moon killing him..)
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Post by rex. on Jul 22, 2006 2:47:14 GMT -5
ooc: spider cant do any damage if you look at the situation logically....hes practically a newborn kit to them (strength wise)
Spider again began to panic he's biting me!! I'm going to die!!! his small sharp claws raked down the sides of the other toms head desperately. it hurt. nnr...ungh...F-a...Father! he yowled no! I'm too weak! I cant do it!
for a few seconds, the but Rex tom just watched, he was actually enjoying this! the agonizing whimpers and yowls finally seemed to bug him enough to flick his tail and hiss "Risk, Change, now you go!"
Risk nodded energetically and his small but lethe muscles bulged under his red Rex pelt as he flew from his hiding spot and aimed to land somewhere on the opponents head
ooc: something you don't see here alot (and this is directed to ALOT of people here at WU) a cat giving up, getting hurt, registering pain, fetigue...etc. except for a few people, congrats, i would just like to see a bit more realistic RPing, because in a battle if on cat isn't getting hurt from attacks, will the other RPer want their Chara to grow weaker? something to think about....
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Post by Marly on Jul 22, 2006 23:06:36 GMT -5
(OOC: well, i had Moonpaw get a lil' scratched, i just didn't want him to get to tired out, considering the list of cat's he's gonna have to go through, it would be no fun if all the kittypets beat the apprentice and Moonpaw died paws flailing pathetically...)
Moonpaw's snow white head whirled in the confusion. More cats! he wished the best of luck to his sister...maybe she was smart enough to get back to camp and warn the others. He looked back down, feeling his first opponent wriggling free from his grasps, if that cat wanted to run, he'd let him be. Just as the apprentice turned, his gray optics opened wide in alarm, ivory tail fluffed as he saw the cat lunging toward him, following was a familiar brown and white pelt, about to plunge into the auburn young rexen tom. Nettlepaw! he stood there for a mere second, jowel gaping in awe at the firce in his sister's matching gray orbs.
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