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Post by Dawn on Feb 18, 2012 13:34:47 GMT -5
Let's watch this city burn
From the skylights on top of the world
'Til there's nothing left of her
She snarled, whipping around to sink her teeth into his shoulder. He yowled with pain as he went down beneath her claws. Frostbite was brutal, but not merciless. As one would take the life of a bird, wings beating frantically, so she took the rogues life, her fangs closing finally around his throat. Frostbite lay panting close by Jango as he ceased to move or breathe, opening his mouth in a last howl before his light went out. She stared at him, taken aback by her wave of sickness and remorse. Suddenly, the rogue's limbs flailed at her, a foot kicking out, reanimated, and striking he hard in the stomach. The female leaped away, a flash of terror cutting through her haze of pain. She turned and raced away, running blindly, in the wrong direction. She had meant to head back to her nest, but instead she was heading toward Tempestclan... Only when the scents of the warriors rushed around her did she halt, abruptly. Her side bled, splattering the ground in her wake with crimson as she limped back, away from the wall of smells. Frostbite had crossed the border, nearly, and she was in no condition to fight after bringing down the muscular black rogue. Jango... That's all she knew about the cat that had picked a fight with her, that his name was Jango. He wasn't a clan cat. Everything else she couldn't piece together. It wasn't like she hadn't killed before- okay, once- but she had seen so much life since then. Hell, she had given birth to kits, had grown mature, strong and lean. When she had first murdered a cat, she had been young, and fighting for her life. When she had begun to fight Jango, she could've run. She was much slimmer than him, likely able to out run him. Instead, she refused to turn tail on her enemy...
[/blockquote] And they put amphetamines in the air and make me breathe
The city looks so pretty, do you wanna burn it with me?
Frostbite took a few more big steps away from the Tempestclan border, a foolish thought entering her mind. She was having trouble thinking; she'd lost more blood than she originally thought. The silver female flopped down on her uninjured side, laying her head on the grass as she panted for breath. After a few moments rest, she began to lick her side, in hopes of slowing the bleeding. She stopped when she began to cough dryly. "Heh... guess I'm out of practice..." It was stupid, but she hoped that the tom might find her. He was usually patrolling, and somehow she had a feeling he could scent blood pretty adeptly. Let's hope something friendly, or at least weak, finds me soon. Cats aren't the only things drawn by the smell of blood... The thought produced a brief shiver. There had been a wolf roaming the woods, at one point.
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Feb 20, 2012 16:51:50 GMT -5
We fight to live, we live to fight, tonight you'll hear my battle cry As usual, the swarthy tom had been left to his own devices. They couldn’t put up with him on patrols because they did not want to deal with his merciless taunting, and here he was thinking that Tempestclan was tougher than all of the other clans. Apparently they were not as tough as they thought when some of them got their tail tied in a knot over a bit of harmless bickering. Yet it was not totally fair to blame Tempestclan for having a large group of younger cats who tended to whine about nothing and had little life experience. There was a large gap between them and their seniors such as the leader and deputy and well that fluffy grey tom; he could not recall any other experienced cats for the moment. The annoying thing was he had seen more battles than all of them and yet they didn’t think he could handle their warrior duties. On the other hand he wasn’t going to prove them wrong either because there was no reason for him to wasting him time pleasing those far beneath him who ironically thought they were so much better than him. It was an endless cycle and he was bored with them, and bored with the lack of action in a clan hence why he was wandering.
Suddenly everything stopped. The male tensed his whole body and nothing around him seemed to matter anymore, not the sting at his paws, the lack of prey, his idiot comrades, nothing. All he wanted to do was find where the scent was coming from, the scent of blood. Blood meant fighting and action. He could have sworn it was calling out to him. Altering his course he prowled in the direction of the blood making sure to be smooth on his paws so he made little sound on approach. For a moment he was sure he recognised the scent that mingled with the blood but he couldn’t place it but continued on regardless. When the scent began to grow much stronger he tried his best to shelter behind shrivelled foliage for there were no shadows to hide in anymore. Sticking close to any form of shelter he spotted the faint outline of a white figure in the snow surrounded by a few splashes of pink and red. Quickly he ran through the white cats he knew in his head narrowing it down to two. It couldn’t be Shiver for she was tall and very lithe so that meant it was the frisky rogue who he had decided wasn’t so bad. ”Seriously, there was a fight and I missed it? Dammit!” He growled as he walked up behind the female, passing her before turning to face her.
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Post by Dawn on Feb 20, 2012 17:27:10 GMT -5
life's a bitch, and then there's
[/color] FROSTB!TE[/color][/font] She didn't know if he remembered her, but damn, Frostbite remembered him. The winter moons had made Shard lean, and, judging by his tone, mean. He was still, of course, as attractive to her as ever. Any regrets she'd had about killing Jango went right out the window. Apparently, his death had been a blessing for her. She'd once thought that karma had it out for her, but now it appeared the opposite was true. Here the silver tabby was, lying in the snow, freezing her tail off, and bleeding. But hey, she'd finally managed another run in with Shard, so she'd take what she could get. There was something exciting about brushing with death, and though it might have been the blood loss, she got the feeling the same was true with Shard. Yeah, fighting was going to kill her eventually, but that didn't mean she was going to quit. Shard would probably kill her one of these days too- either literally or figuratively- but what could she do? Frostbite wasn't highly entertained with the thought of a boring life, maybe settling in with one of the clans, or just shyly stalking along their borders. She lived for moments like this. Confrontation. The she-cat studied him, not enjoying her lower position in the snow much but too tired to stand and meet his gaze. "The other guy is somewhere around here," she meowed, nodding her head in the direction of the subtle blood trail, "But he won't make a very good sparring partner." Frostbite must have looked pretty off balance, switching between licking her side and speaking. She half wondered if the sable tom would decide to pick her off anyway, weakened as she was. The thought didn't worry her as much as it could have, but just in case she shifted into a more guarded position. It was more likely that he liked a challenging fight than an easy one, as was her own preference. There was just as much to fear in a cat like him as there was in any other, whether they'd met before or not. The city looks so pretty, do you wanna burn it with me?[/center][/blockquote] |
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Feb 22, 2012 17:50:53 GMT -5
We fight to live, we live to fight, tonight you'll hear my battle cry Twitching an ear in her direction his pupils widened slightly, as if he could not decide whether to narrow them in hostility. Although he had not decided yet whether or not to be hostile and remained wavering on a thin line but if she was the feline he was sure she was then maybe there was room for acquaintanceship. ”And why might that be?” He spoke in a mildly accusing manner as if he was sure that the female had won the battle, but he was no psychic and blamed it on hope. Hope that she had won the battle and therefore was not another waste of space. Spending time with a cat who did not like engaging in fights would be a form of torture for him and he would never subject himself to that. Should she meet these expectations then it was just possible that he would be able to entertain a pretty female as he had noted after just once glance. His amber eyes were fixed on hers and upon finally dragging them away he noted how very contrasted her pelt was with her silver defined by a harsh black. Yet at the same time towards her belly there was a gentle gradient of colours that all blended into one. Her eyes emitted fire that was her feisty exterior – possibly just an act.
Clearing his throat he squinted a little. ”Frostbite is it?” He called to the she-cat with confidence although he was a little unsure. Perhaps if she wasn’t who he remembered then there was no reason for him to stick around for much longer. He knew the female he had idealised in his mind and it would be rather disappointing if he was just setting himself up for a fall. ”Although I would advice collapsing a little nearer Celestialclan for they would be more inviting than Tempestclan, but don’t worry I’m a lot more evil than any of them.” He purred. Judging by her reaction to his slight taunting he would know the answer to his question and then maybe he would show a little compassion. The clan would attempt to take his tail for bringing an outsider in but they would never get it or lay a claw on him and they were idiots if they thought they could. Deceiving had always been a specialty of his anyway.
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Post by Dawn on Feb 25, 2012 17:47:42 GMT -5
life's a bitch, and then there's
[/color] FROSTB!TE[/color][/font] She watched him carefully, alert for how he would choose to proceed. ”And why might that be?” Frostbite licked her wound, indifferently, almost casually. "He's dead." She could have said it so many ways, but she simply kept her declaration truthful and blunt. There was no avoiding the truth or replaying the past. By now, she'd accepted it, stored it in a way, so that she could consider the implications later. Right now, the rogue felt an overwhelming need to live in the present, with this dangerous black tom cat, rather than in the past with Jango. Her grin was wolfish but her features remained feminine. Pleased, of course, that he had remembered her name from the last time they'd met. Of course it was also a pleasure how confident he acted with her name, as if it was completely obvious. She was warming up to him. His mannerisms. "Mmm," Frostbite responded in the affirmative, nodding slightly. "Last time I checked." She parted her jaws in a yawn, which lasted a bit longer than she would've liked, though she forced herself to keep her heavy eyes open. Man, was she getting tired. The snow was starting to even feel a little warmer, in that chilly dumb way it did. She supposed she ought to get up, but she was just so sleepy. "What would I want with those pesky clan cats?" She grumbled in a falsely complaining tone, digging her claws into the ground in an effort to reassure herself of her functioning. Frostbite would never point out that she hadn't had much choice in the matter of where she settled, but that she was hoping to run into him. "Things are more fun with a little trouble. It takes the boredom out of stuff, I suppose." The silver tabby fought back a second rising yawn, clamping her teeth around it. The city looks so pretty, do you wanna burn it with me?[/center][/blockquote] |
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Mar 3, 2012 15:34:51 GMT -5
We fight to live, we live to fight, tonight you'll hear my battle cry A smirk flashed across his face, revealing a set of dangerous white fangs, but the female could not see it as he was not facing her when she responded to his question. ”Someone does not play nice,” he purred in a teasing manner before turning to face her and cocking his head a little to the side. Of course there was more too that statement but he did not voice it aloud for all to hear. Shard liked it when others were mean, but not bitter. They had to be able to have a bit of fun while being mean because otherwise everything suddenly became dry and far too serious. Admittedly he was a little disappointed there was no sparkle to her eyes or menace in her tone as she spoke, but he could fix that. After all, he was the perfect cat to come to should you want to be corrupted.
Watching her carefully he liked her grin; it was so cheeky and almost secretive as if it concealed many things that he wanted to learn. It made him curious and he wanted to know more. A curious Shard could be a fun, or dangerous, it all depended on whether or not you wanted him around. She could accept the fact that he would be spending more time with her and they could have a great time or she could push him away and he would get angry. ”Obviously you know my name,” he retorted with a knowing smile. In reality he knew less than he was showing but he knew that smile could drive one a little bit insane just to find out what was behind it. ”You answered your own question there actually, you bring them a bit of trouble. It’s very amusing to mess with them when there is nothing better to do, you should maybe give it a try since I can’t see you going very far anytime soon. But if you like trouble then you have found a good partner,” he growled casually, a spark lighting his amber eyes.
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Post by Dawn on Mar 10, 2012 20:07:14 GMT -5
life's a bitch, and then there's
[/color] FROSTB!TE[/color][/font] At his comment, ”Someone does not play nice,” she half shrugged, though she wasn't in the best position to be doing so. Still she continued licking her wound, though her eyes moved, under the pretense of lazy, from the red cut to his gaze and back again. It wouldn't do to act afraid, letting her eyes dart around, but her guard also wasn't down. Frostbite's guard was rarely down, and then only when she desired it to be. ”You answered your own question there actually, you bring them a bit of trouble. It’s very amusing to mess with them when there is nothing better to do, you should maybe give it a try since I can’t see you going very far anytime soon. But if you like trouble then you have found a good partner,” She grinned; she couldn't be too relieved, as she found her bleeding was not at all drying up, instead painting the snow. However, if she had to choose a place to be wounded and in little shape for fighting, this would've been at the top of Frostbite's list. Not that she couldn't fight, if she needed to. However, she'd prefer not to get into any more scraps, at least until her wounds had healed up. "I like the sound of that," Frostbite meowed, beginning to feel the cold seeping into her fur and wondering if she ought to get up and try to head back for her nest. Perhaps she could burrow into the snow, and get a little wind coverage. "For a rogue, trouble is really all there is to do with the clan cats. Steal a few squirrels, maybe. Claw up their trees. Explore around at night. Frankly I'm surprised they haven't driven me off yet." Frostbite shrugged then, and gave him a sly, amber-eyed look. "I suppose I'm not much of a threat to them." The city looks so pretty, do you wanna burn it with me?[/center][/blockquote] |
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