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Post by Admin on Sept 13, 2009 18:54:32 GMT -7
Cedarfoot already knew he was going to die. He knew it the moment he lunged, even before he struck. Eaglefeather's face had told him that much. Though the shady tomcat had planned to just drop dead in the strong jaws of his enemy, he was instead dropped to the ground and whapped across the face.
Blood dripping from puncture wounds in his throat, he snarled, not about to give up. "That the best you can do?" He was severely injured, but didn't care. He was going to fight until his own death, and the hungry stare in his eyes was enough to tell that to anybody.
From the corner of these bloodthirsty green orbs, he noticed Ghostshadow attempting to free him by going after Eaglefeather. He shook his head, yowling above the thunder to her. "This is my fight, Ghostshadow!" She must have heard him, because she bolted into the ThunderClan camp. Cedarfoot could hear the rage in her battle cry, and it made his heart lurch. "Good luck, my love." he whispered under his breath.
A bolt of lightning lit up the sky, and once again he darted forward, but this time he sprang upwards and latched onto Eaglefeather's neck like a parasite, digging in his fangs and doing as much damage as he could. He let all four paws leave the ground, pulling down on the warm throat of the tomcat Cedarfoot held onto so tightly.
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Post by Silver! on Sept 13, 2009 18:59:56 GMT -7
((Eagle's like a bouldozer! x3 ))
Silvermist jumped, standing between Ghostshadow and Thunderclan's camp. Eaglefeather was preoccupied, and Dawnstar (though she had warned her time and time again not to) was fighting as well. So that left she and her appretnice here at camp, with a few injured warriors and other that were running toward the Shadowclan cats that were slowly destroying their home. "I won't stand for this any longer." She hissed, stepping closer. The fur on her back was bristled and her tail lashing dangerously back and forth.
All that the medicine cat had to do was pin this intruder down... and the deathberries would be slipped into her mouth, leaving her a quick and painless death. "Where do you think you're going fleabag?" [/color][/blockquote]
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Post by Punky on Sept 14, 2009 17:18:08 GMT -7
Eaglefeather cursed as Cedarfoot grabbed onto his neck, but he only managed to grab lose skin, but close enough to scratch the tender muscle. He grappled and tried a new approach. He flipped onto his back with Cedarfoot still gripping at his neck. He raked his paws into the other toms sides and battered his belly and back legs with his hing legs, blood oozing out of the cuts. His fierce cry was anger, and nothing else, but behind his eyes lurked something else, something Eaglefeather had surpressed for a long time. Pure Evil
Danstar just stood there like a frozen shadow, time seemed to slow down, her breaths became short and her kegs buckled underneith her. Dawnstar's eyes where wide with fear, her sides heaving. She quickly managed a strangled meow and got to her feet. She walked like a zombie back to Camp, oblivious to the shruga, bites and clawing that the rival cats inflicted on her, but one thing was for sure, her world was colapsing. Dawnstar staggered into the Medicine cats den and colapsed on a bad of moss, her cuts bleeding. Dawnstar let out a sharp cry, almost like she was yelling to starclan, then, the pain washed over her again, fire, eating away at her light grey pely, grawing on muscle, breaking bones. Her worried eyes glanced up to the ceiling and she cried out, pain overwhelming her.
Ghostshadow 's eyes stung with tears, to see her love be cornered by such a beast. The next thing she knew was that she was pinned by Silvermist. The Thunderclan medicine cat. the threat of death berries loomed over her head. " Screw you!" She spat and wiggled away from Silvermist, heading towards the screams coming from a den, then her eyes rested on a small indent in a rock, probably the crazy silvery cat's den of healing. She heard panicked screams and felt the wind pick up. the storm worsining. Her nose picked up the scent of blood and fear scent. Then Ghostshadow's thoughts came to one thing. Dawnstar was giving birth to her kittens.
Hazelwing grappled with a she-cat, Her claws raking into her off white pelt. Growling she bit her ear, the smaller she-cat whining in protest. The she-cat she had now in a choking grip's name was Crystalheart, a shamless minx in Shadowclan's dirty lair. She was a very cruel, vindictive she-cat. Not even considering mating with another cat, only teasing them. Hazelwing bit down and Crystalheart screamed, her body writhing under Hazelwing's grip. Slowly Crystalheart fell limp, her blood staining the ground where she was killed.
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Post by Admin on Sept 14, 2009 20:05:50 GMT -7
Surprise managed to spring upon Cedarfoot as he was flipped, still attatched to Eaglefeather's throat. His belly was battered and his hot, sticky blood gushed from his wounds, but he didn't care. Only one thing clung to his mind; the one thing he wanted most then and there- The life of his enemy.
His own hind legs scrabbled against Eaglefeather, and more than once he managed to kick the other tom in the face. "You may be powerful, but remember this, fleabag. I will never give up." He thrust his head forward, biting down hard on the paw that waved in front of him. Eaglefeather's paw, of course. His teeth sunk into flesh, then hit air again as he made it all the way through.
Cedarfoot yanked his jaws from the foot of his foe, a malevolent shimmer evident in his green eyes. He had managed to roll free from Eaglefeather's grip, and now he clung to a tree branch directly above the head of his foe. "Night night!"
Next thing he knew, Cedarfoot was sitting on Eaglefeather's face.
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Post by Punky on Sept 23, 2009 13:11:33 GMT -7
Eaglefeather hissed pain washig over him, his rage consumed him, his neck jarred,it only slowed him down, but as Cedar foot went to jump on his face, he felt his neck crack, his jarred neck was sublaxed. He cursed then leaned forward, Cedar foot sliding off of his face. Smiling, he bent down and grabbed Cedarfoot's ear, then pulled. He sneered and hissed, his fangs tore into Cedarfoots neck and legs, blood staining his chest and chin, but his goal wasn't to kill Cedarfoot, only to cause him so much pain he'll go into submission. Then a really fluffy grey shecat bolted into the battle field, her voice rang out shrill and piercing "Eaglestar's DEAD!
Silent as a plauge, deadly as an assasin, deadclaw pushed her way through brambles, hot tears stung her eyes. She bolted as fast as she could into Thunderclan camo, the battle raging on. She was almost tempted to carry on and fight, but she was here to deliver a message. Quietly she mustered up all the courage she could and her voice rang out loud and clear " Eaglestar's DEAD!" She cried, she had too, loved him, but not as much as thymewing. She cried and ran back to camp, screaming as loud as she could.
Dawnstar screamed, her eyes tearing up, her insides on fire. She yowled, her coat was slick with sweat, blood and rain. Her mouth hung open, her breath was labored and shallow. Fire singed her pelt, her ribs strained, she began to bleed, her eyes squinted shut, and for a moment the pain ceased, but only for a split second, then it hit her faster then a twoleg monster going at full speed. She screamed again, excrutiating pin was all she felt, all she knew. It hurt to breath, it hurt to cough. She was going to die, she was going to die. Dawnstar let out a blood curdling shreik, birds fluttered from the trees, thunder growled, then attacked, lighning flashed. it was a nightmare, and he was stuck in the middle of it.
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Post by Admin on Sept 23, 2009 19:41:51 GMT -7
OOC: Uhm, I already posted saying that he sat on Eaglefeather's face, so. . . you's gonna have to change that. I mean, think about it: You get a cat landing smack on your face from about thirty feet up? I don't care how much of a tank Eaglefeather is; that's gonna leave a mark.
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Post by Punky on Sept 24, 2009 15:19:37 GMT -7
FIXED!
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Post by Admin on Sept 24, 2009 18:17:23 GMT -7
OOC: Thankyou love IC: Cedarfoot purred when he hit, feeling Eaglefeather's neck crack beneath his tail. "Like how that fee- OOF!" He had been cut off mid sentence, his opponent having moved just, causing the ShadowClan warrior to slide off and fall with a thud to the ground. Before he could get up and snarl, however, the top of his ear was brutally ripped off, blood began to spurt from the wound as he cried out in pain.
Pain surged through him as he felt teeth puncture his neck. Dear StarClan, will he ever cease?! When he was finally released, Cedarfoot slumped to the ground. The pain and blood loss had overwhelmed him, making him pass out cold. He may have been a brave and courageous warrior, but even his determination and high pain tolerance were not enough to keep him from slipping under, even if it was just for a few seconds.
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