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Post by Admin on May 21, 2009 14:24:17 GMT -7
Firestreak merely blinked at the prospect of the pain and blood flooding from her ear. She felt Nightheart's weight glide off of her, and she saw the tomcat racing away to grapple with Darkshine. With yet another aggravated sigh she bolted after him, but instead of trying to get herself a fight again she ran past them, catching up to Flickerstep and following him into ThunderClan's camp. She had to pause, the scent of the other Clan slamming into her scent glands and making her temporarily woozy. Blinking and catching her breath, Firestreak continued on to the nearest cat. It was Flintclaw, the deputy. "Hello there, foxdung!" she screeched in an almost pleasant manner before yowling a fierce and very distinct battle cry, raking her razor sharp claws down his face and biting at his neck. She then side-stepped him, and barrelled into his side. She bit down, clumps of fur already stuck to her tongue. It was almost enough to choke the aggresive feline. Almost.
She had time for one breath before she slammed back into Flintclaw, twisting around in ways that would do no harm to her but would easily snap something of his. With a shrill, menacing laughter, she turned over to stare the tomcat right in the face, her hot breath coming out in puffs, the slight moisture in it dampening her opponents fur.
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Post by Silver! on May 21, 2009 15:12:04 GMT -7
Crescentsky yowled in pain, terror seizing her mind as she took kick after kick. It was agonizing, and being stuck in this position, there was nothing she could do. No! I won't die in this battle. I won't With a new determination to hang onto this life, the she-cat finally built up the strength to tear herself away from Hazelwing's attacks. The other cat had clawed into her stomach multiple times, and there was a steady flow of blood coming from the cuts and punctures on her sides and stomach. The dainty she-cat heaved, white fur splattered and matting with blood.
"You got blood all over my fur. It was such a. . . pretty color." She seemed sad for a moment, but the mock feeling was soon replaced with a grin as Crescentsky darted, running at Hazelwing, but twisting around her so that she was further from those deadly claws. The movement tore at her wounds, but the Shadowclan warrior was far from caring. "I hope you like the color red." Now at the females head, she leapt, aiming to land on any feature of that delicate face. Eyes, nose, ear, whatever her claws touched would tear; especially with the angle she was in.
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Post by Punky on May 22, 2009 12:04:46 GMT -7
Hazelwing ran forward into her attack and bit Crecentsky's tail a few times before comeing out from underneith her "No, red is more your color,it suites you" Hazelwing growled angrily as she swiped at Crecentsky's face, catching her nose in the process and tearing the skin slightly. Halzewing felt a sharp pain in her side as she advanced, a small cut on her anckle was bellding slightly.
OOC: Sorry it's so short but i need reactions
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Post by Silver! on May 27, 2009 16:24:43 GMT -7
Crescentsky backed up from the bites at her tail, but couldn't help but get her nose scraped in the process. She licked the blood away, noting that it could have been worse. She had completely avoiced her attack! The white feline snarled, Enough with these games! From here on out, she'd be putting her all into this fight. Her usual tricks were doing little to nothing against the other warrior.
The feline repositioned herself again, ducking beside Hazelwing and leaping at her back. She clawed at the other cat, ripping hair and leaving wounds on the other cat's back. "Take this!" She yowled, closing her eyes and keeping her claws on the other for as long as she could hold on.
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Post by lusis on May 30, 2009 13:45:03 GMT -7
All around Cedarpaw the battle raged. He had no clue where his menotr was. Maybe she's with Dawnstar. Cedarpaw thought as he wondered around camp his eyes shifting back to the bushes every few seconds, he did not want any Shadowclanner catching him not prepared. I should go find her. Cedarpaw mused as he silently slipped over to where the leader was being treated. Poor Dawnstar she must be going through so much pain.Cedarpaw thought as he peered inside of the den, he was very timid at the moment he always was when he was away from Whiterose. Dreading having to talk to someone else besides her Cedarpaw edged forward. "Have you seen Whiterose?" Cedarpaw mewed softly hoping that maybe just maybe no one heard him ask.
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Post by Admin on May 30, 2009 23:08:19 GMT -7
Battle cries split the air, the birds sang their songs of farewell. All around her, blood was spattered and fur was being torn away from pelts. Brown eyes flashing with an almost monsterous fury, Whiterose tore away from Darkshine. Nightheart had escaped from Firestreak and was now taking on the other tom, giving the ThunderClan she-cat the opportunity she needed. She raced back to camp, her dainty paws and strong legs carrying her silently, swiftly. She paused just inside the entranceway to her camp, where she saw Firestreak locked in combat with Flintclaw just tail-lengths away, and then out of the corner of her sharp eyes, she saw her apprentice. "Cedarpaw!" Whiterose cried, lunging toward him. She pulled him in tight and nuzzled him, then looked down at him. Between short breaths, she managed to speak. "Listen to me, Cedarpaw. The battle is going to be gruesome. This I know for sure. And since you are so young, if you go out there you will likely die. That's why I'm ordering you to stay in the elders den, alright? Protect them, please, please." The anxiety and flat yet serious tone of her voice was odd, as normally she was so bright and cheery. But this was her own apprentice who's life was possibly in grave danger. No way was the overly protective fluff ball going to sit around and watch.
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Post by Punky on May 31, 2009 8:51:14 GMT -7
Hazelwing gritted her teeth and growled, she was NOT happy, and true. If you'd gotten to know her, you would probobly know not to get her angry, that was the last thing anyone would do to her. Hazelwing's claws dug deep into the earth as she relaxed her tense muscles that where now bunched up in an uncomfertable manner because of Crecentsky's claws. "I am not going to die... Hazelwing thought as sheshook herself like she would after a dirt bath. Her ankle was stining un comfertably and irratatingly but she kept on shaking, shor Chocolate brown hairs where randomly falling out where she was cut. Finally she felt the she-cat's weight shift down."She's loosing her grip, this should make it come all the way off"[/]i Hazelwing thought darkly as she nimbly twisted aroun so her mouth caught Crecentsky's paw. Hazelwing bit down hard as her mouth quickly filled with the sweet-smelling liquid commonly known as blood. Hazelwing did not let go, if this she-cat wanted off of Hazelwing's back, she would loose her paw trying.
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Post by lusis on May 31, 2009 15:36:01 GMT -7
Cedarpaw almost whined in relif. Whiterose had come. She wanted him to protect the elders, she didn't want him to go out into the battle where he would most likely be killed. If there was one thing he could promise his mentor it was that he would stay out of deaths way. "Okay, I'm scared thought. Whats going to happen to you?" Cedarpaw mewed as he nuzzled his mentor back, Whiterose was one of the most improtant cats in his life. The only one he was not shy around. He couldn't imagine losing her. A tear escaped his eye as he thought of the very possiblity of losing his mentor. No that cannot happen! I will not let that happen! Cedarpaw thought as he stared up at his closet friend and mentor. "Please be careful. I don't want you to leave me forever." Cedarpaw mewed as he nuzzled his mentor again. If she was in danger he would find her. If she was killed he would hunt down her killer and kill that cat. If anyone every killed Whiterose they would regret the day that they were born.
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