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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Aug 17, 2007 7:23:58 GMT -5
Phobia slithered around the abandoned barn like a snake prepared to strike; he had just returned form killing off a young kitty-pet who had wandered to far from its twoleg den. The blood of the cat still clung to his muzzle and chest, but he didn’t bother washing it off. He had only sustained one wound from that short brawl. A scratch right above his amber eye. Crimson blood had dripped into his optic earlier and it still did, forcing him to occasionally wipe it away. That was a chore, taking care of your own injuries. He usually didn’t even bother, because he couldn’t really feel it, but this was a danger to his vision and he needed to see to kill, right? The malicious loner spotted the two cats after awhile. One was a pretty white she-cat, and the other was... Shadow, He rasped under his breath, recognizing him.
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Post by ::Fawn:: on Aug 19, 2007 10:06:02 GMT -5
Purity started at the sight of the gruesome loner but quickly relaxed as she recognized him. It was only Phobia. But how could she think 'only', when he was one of the most vicious cats in the forest? Her sky blue optics widened, nerves, maybe even fear reflected in their blue depths. She backed up a couple steps, and sat down, her muscles tense, waiting for what may or may not happen next.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Aug 19, 2007 14:42:08 GMT -5
He did not recognize the second cat, but when did he ever take the time to get to know anyone? Blood seeped into his eye again and this time he shut it. He padded over to the dark loner, lone amber iris burning hungrily. So we meet again, eh Shadow? Phobia growled. The massive tortoiseshell had hardly been fed the satisfaction he required to make it through the day. The kitty-pet he had brutally murdered had been so small compared to him; the kill was but a mere “appetizer”. He couldn’t help glancing at the she-cat, who had taken a few steps back and was staring at him intently, what business did the likes of Shadow have with a weakling like her? The tom was surprised he hadn’t massacred her already. He thought harder. Shadow wasn’t like that though, he knew that much. Well, if the onyx-eyed tom didn’t take the chance, Phobia would.
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Post by ::Fawn:: on Aug 19, 2007 18:13:16 GMT -5
Rage began to mount in her chest. A slender white paw raised its self, almost as if it had made the movement on it's own accord. The action was so...natural, that Purity was surprised at herself. Her sky blue optics flickered with rage, knowing that she would fight the loner to her own death. She wasn't scared, she never was scared. Sometimes she would be nervous, even slightly fearful, but frightened? No. Not a chance. Even if the fright was reflected in her wide orbs, she wasn't scared on the inside. Purity was strong, like a cougar. Her muscles tensed, and her silvery claws unsheathed. Her lips drew back to reveal a row of sparkling white teeth. Her sky blue optics stayed fixed on Phobia, but there was not even a flicker of anxiety or nerves in her glare. Her snow white tail was kinked, her muscles tensed, prepared to strike like a snake, if the other cat made any move towards her. She was ready for battle. For combat. For war. It had been long since Purity had been locked in combat. When another loner had tried to attack her and chase her away from the barn, she had killed him, without a hint of mercy. As she stared deatheningly at the assasin before her, Purity's mind began to spin, her thoughts racing back through time, when the first battle had been fought. When blood had first been spilled. A glorious day it must have been. And she was proud. Proud to follow in the footsteps of her fathers. Proud to call her self 'cat', or 'feline'. It was a great honor. And as she stared into her oponents bloody optics, she knew, that wether her life was taken or not, she would fight for her ancestors.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Aug 20, 2007 17:22:01 GMT -5
You’re quite the ferocious one, aren’t you? He meowed cruelly, turning his multicolored skull over to the bleach white she-cat. He studied her. Not to mention red would look lovely on that pretty hide of yours. Phobia added. The blood on his own pelt had begun to dry, making his fur harden into bloodied sections. He was surprised at how angry she got when he just turned to look at her but satisfaction was hidden under that. He always loved fighting, rather killing, because what point is fighting when you can’t kill?
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Post by ::Fawn:: on Aug 20, 2007 21:16:19 GMT -5
Purity's mind seemed to slow down. For her, everything was in slow motion, Phobia's words, his movements, and her thoughts. Was this what it was like before you died? She was sure that she would. Die. She wasn't afraid of dying. It would just be her next great adventure. And as she calmly stood before him, Purity remembered what her grandfather had once told her as he was dying. "And then, darkness will take you. But then...Light. And as it grows brighter and brighter, you will see, four trees. And all of StarClan coming to greet you and accept you." How Glasseye knew this, Purity did not know. Yet he always had been strange. Perhaps it was that he was blind. But she was confident, that Glasseye had told her the truth.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Aug 25, 2007 20:54:34 GMT -5
OOC: Wait up, people!
Shadow had stepped into the darkness that had been his namesake, the lack of reflecting light making him almost fade away. He was still there though, a tiny glint of light showing from his otherwise black eyes. He watched and waited, almost laughing at how the she-cat had changed, hoping, perhaps, to fight. She had no fear in her eyes; this he respected, if only a minuscule amount. He wanted to see the blood-covered loner Phobia in action, and he didn't really care whether the frustrating she-cat lived or died. But he didn't feel like waiting in silence, so he took a few steps forward, light from the door now hitting the front of his pelt. The color absorbed the light, but some still managed to reflect, showing the large form of the Loner's head and forelegs.
"Phobia," he greeted finally, his tone cold and emotionless. It had been a while since he and this blood-covered tom had conversed, but Shadow still sometimes laughed at their talk when they had. Nether could annoy the other; it had been a stalemate of curiosity and almost friendliness, although the pure evil in the hearts of both cats had made this encounter even more strange than it otherwise would be. Shadow was curious whether the truce would continue on to this second meeting, or whether they would fight. Shadow didn't particularly want to fight Phobia. Such a battle would most likely end because of Shadow: He would run if the thought that the fight was close to being fatal, but wouldn't kill the would-be opponent even if he had the chance. Phobia was too interesting to die by the pure-black loner's teeth.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Aug 26, 2007 20:41:53 GMT -5
He looked up at Shadow curiously, single amber eye acknowledging him only briefly. Phobia returned his attention to the white she-cat. You’re not spacin’ out on me, are ya? He asked. The tortoiseshell never went into thought before a battle or during it. No strategizing. No thought. Just head-on attacking: strength, tooth, and claw. He often got beat up pretty badly because of this, usually found limping around like an elder on its last days. But this also led him to numerous victories, countless murders and potential meals. He licked his chops excitedly, he hadn’t eaten today.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Aug 27, 2007 18:23:45 GMT -5
OOC: I'll wait for Streamy...
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Post by ::Fawn:: on Aug 29, 2007 12:54:49 GMT -5
OOC: You mean me? Right? Streamy isn't in this thread...
IC:
Refusing to answer and be pushed around by the amber eyed tom, Purity remained silently. Still tense, still waiting. Her sky blue eyes darted from Shadow to Phobia, but then returned to their cold blazing glare. Her optics shot daggers, as sharp as shards of ice back at Phobia's amber orbs. Purity's body was tense, but her mind was calm, and slowed down.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Aug 29, 2007 21:51:46 GMT -5
OOC: Ahhhhh, so sorry Fawny!
Shadow yawned, showing a display of dangerous yellow teeth. It wasn't a threat, Shadow wasn't one for intimidation or trickery. It was merely a show of his calm boredom. He didn't really think either cat would attack him, and even if they did he wasn't afraid. He would fight back, and if he didn't have time he would flee. He wasn't a particularly proud cat, and didn't have much argument with giving up when he was obviously about to loose. Some cats would say that then he would never die nobly, but he could easily point out that a) it was death, and it wasn't like he would be anywhere near to regret dying of old age and b) if he changed his mind, he could easily go out and pick a fight with, say, Touslepelt. Or even Phobia and not try quite his hardest. It didn't really matter in the long run. No one would remember him well anyway, it didn't matter how his life ended. This didn't bother him; how could such freedom?
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Sept 3, 2007 16:16:35 GMT -5
Phobia's look became more curious than twisted. That's such an odd look you're giving me. He meowed almost questioningly. Did he take her piercing eyes as a threat? One could say that, yes. Rather, it was just his cue for a fight. His closed eye had opened again, vision regained fully and ravenous amber gaze glittering wildly in the aimless light that flittered about. He was ready now, but of course he had always been ready for a fight. His muscles were tense as always, not out of a nervous stance but an anxious one, itching to meet claws with flesh.
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Sept 3, 2007 20:29:30 GMT -5
OOC: I'll wait for Fawn, Shadow isn't of key importance right here & I'm not feeling creative... I wouldn't be able to make a good post.
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Post by ::Fawn:: on Sept 7, 2007 19:22:10 GMT -5
Purity took a few steps forward. Her movements were easy, and relaxed, although she was tensing by the minute. Her sky blue eyes were easy and peaceful. So it would seem. she meowed calmly. The white she cat wasn't afraid of Phobia. He was just another vicious murdering beast. A lot like that character Touslepelt, as a matter of fact.
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Post by Miss Midnight|| on Sept 9, 2007 12:44:15 GMT -5
Then what the hell are you waiting for, kitty? Attack me. The tortoiseshell growled smoothly, a treacherous grin slit across his jaws. Phobia had a knack for egging his opponents on, but he also realized that it probably wouldn’t work on the white she-cat.
Ooc: It sucks, I know. And yes, muffins, Phobia used the word 'hell'.
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