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Post by sandpoppy on Sept 5, 2008 18:06:39 GMT -5
Mistakenpaw found a dark corner away from the other apprentices. He tried to stop day dreaming about Abysspaw and focus on the gathering. It seemed impossible. Her perfect pitch black pelt kept popping up in his mind, her aqua green lingered his thoughts. This was ridiculous! It had to stop! He could ask Abysspaw out hunting and than he could tell her....No! He couldn't! He forced his thoughts back to the gathering.
Snowflight hung his head as he heard of Zodiacteller's death. He had seen the tom at a few gatherings and had hoped they could make friends. Than again the big friendly tom wanted to be everybody's friend. Which was why he was going to apologize to Harvestmoon when he got back to camp.
Irispool felt strange. The grief she felt for her clan-mate faded to a dull throb and it felt like she was exposed. Her motherly instincts wanted to gather all her clan...neigh all the clans in her paws to keep them safe.
Dawnfire nodded as she pondered Ghoststar's words. She would have to gather extra cobwebs and some more poppyseeds. Who knew what else. She may be busy in the days ahead. Lynxstars outburst suddenly shot through her thoughts.
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Post by cranberry on Sept 6, 2008 11:41:03 GMT -5
Larkstar stifled a gasp; Ghoststar had good reason to be concerned. She shuddered inwardly at the thought of a rogue pack looming somewhere over the mountains, it could be 5 cats, or it could be 30. And worse, it could be heralding the prophecy's death and destruction. For a moment she had doubts, her clan was small and exposed, but she pushed these thoughts away, masking them with a determined expression. No, ZephyrClan would fight as valiantly as the rest, and this would be the perfect opportunity to prove herself, and all of her noble fighters. And they would not be shown up.
Suddenly Lynxstar yowled, trembling and quaking as in a rhythmic but rigorous spasm. Larkstar jumped, sensing the fur on her shoulders stand straight up. Was she possessed? And just as suddenly it was over, and the VertigoClan leader snapped to her senses and leapt to the front of the ledge. Her final question was more of an accusation than a question, and now the solemn she-cat seemed crazed, still quivering with an unseen pain.
Still, there was no hiding it now, now that the clans were in a frenzy. There would be no secrets now, no ignoring the dire prophecy from Fallenleaf, and her unusual disappearance.
Boldly Larkstar padded to the ledge's end, head held high, icy blue eyes focused and clear. "I too have witnessed the prophecy's devastation, and shortly after my medicine cat Fallenleaf revealed it to me, she too went missing. I fear it is time to admit that the prophecy may slowly be fulfilling itself." she paused for a moment and turned to Ghoststar. "These rogues you speak of may just be a taste of what's to come." She shook her head, and spoke again with pleading eyes. "Waves of blood, monstrous scarlet eyes...what does it all mean?" She uttered a silent plea to StarClan as she stepped back, leaving only the distraught Whitedeath to speak.
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"No..." the tabby tom mumbled to himself, questioning the words of the VertigoClan and ZephyrClan leaders. "Those rogues...this is just the beginning?" He was suddenly stricken with lightning-sharp panic, and his paws nearly swept him off the ground, begging to just run and run until he escaped from this disaster. And then he was slapped by his own conscience, pinned down by guilt. How could you! How could you even dare to think those thoughts? You fought for your clan once against these rogues, and you will stay and fight to the very end! He was in a daze now, as if his very being was being torn apart, struggling to decide how to act, who to be. What happened next surprised even himself. He leapt to his feet, tail lashing, posed in defiance. "Then CelestialClan will fight to drive out these strange intruders! We cannot let fear and uncertainty leave us weak!" Lightningstrike yowled, bright yellow eyes gleaming.
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Maniac, she thought dryly, almost bored with this whole event. Sure, there was a prophecy, a few rogues on the territory of a clan that couldn't even defend themselves, what else was new? Kindlepaw rolled her eyes, settling onto the cool cavern floor and tucking her paws under her calico chest. Way to overreact.
Then again, it was very sad indeed to see Tearstar go, especially someone that would know how to take care of business if there WAS some kind of catastrophe. She retched at the thought of having Whitedeath take hold, her and her tenderness, especially for Silentwrath. Oi vei! She'd ruin TempestClan's reputation! [/blockquote] |
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Post by moonflower on Sept 6, 2008 13:31:13 GMT -5
Echowish sat quietly among the other Clans, her tail wrapped neatly around her paws. Her eyes were bright, but clouded with concern. She could tell already that this gathering held something... Something more than it seemed. There was something brewing beneath the surface, about to come to a boil, and send them all into chaos.
Her tail flicked idly as she waited, gaze flickering around from time to time. She saw some of the other medicine cats, and half wondered if she might should go ask them about the strange vision she had received- perhaps one of them had seen it too, and knew more. She needed an explanation- the words from the prophecy echoed around her head, nagging at the back of her head, bothering her like a tick in a spot she couldn't reach. She couldn't catch onto it, and she needed some extra clue. And she wanted it now, to ease the persistent badgering in the corner of her mind.
She wouldn't have to wait long.
The first thing reported once the leaders began the ceremony was of rogues, invading Clan territory and killing a warrior. The next thing she knew, Lynxstar was screeching about another prophecy, and a medicine cat had disappeared...
Echowish was on all four paws now, fur bristling along her spine. She stared around wildly, wishing for some clarity in the confusion. The leaders thought this was all just the beginning... What worse fate was waiting for them? |
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Post by cloudy on Sept 6, 2008 15:08:03 GMT -5
Whitedeath's paws trembled slightly. She had heard no word of prophecies, or rogue packs, until now. She took it all in silently, pushing the visions that threatened to overwhelm her out of her mind. Pools of blood. Many dead cats, including her Clanmates and close friends. And then she saw them. The scarlet eyes. "Cats of all Clans," she began, forcing her meow not to shake. "Tearstar is dead. We don't know what killed her. A patrol stumbled across her dead body late at night in the forest. There was nothing we could do to save her.” Closing her eyes briefly and taking another deep breath she continued, “We must all fight together against the danger that approaches. They may strike at any time.” She flashed a glance at Lynxstar, sadness darkening her emerald eyes. There was no doubt now that all their lives were balancing on the edge of a claw. One little nudge and they would all be sent toppling into the darkness. She didn’t know what else to say, and words would have failed her past this point anyway, for her instincts were telling her this. She knew, without knowing how, that there was danger. She was sure that most cats in the cave felt the same. Especially Lynxstar. Whitedeath closed her eyes, and she couldn’t think any more.
Cloudpaw stood frozen to the spot, forgetting her friends who stood around her. She was chilled to the core by the leaders’ words, speaking of a rogue pack and a prophecy. It was too much for a little apprentice to take in. Then she remembered the rogues who had killed Zodiacteller, and how she hated them. She would fight as hard as any warrior when the time came. But what if the rogues attacked right now? She was suddenly presented with a horrible thought, and a vision of her sister cowering helpless in front of several menacing faceless cats. She began to fidget nervously, her eyes darting from side to side. She just wanted to get back to her sister. Now.
Sapphireshard’s eyes grew wide, and her paws felt numb with dread. A battle? No. She hated fighting. She didn’t want to lose any friends. What if Crypticstreak was killed? She glanced at the tom sitting beside her. This couldn’t be happening. She flattened her ears to her skull. What were the Clans going to do?
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Sept 7, 2008 5:24:27 GMT -5
Ghoststar did not like what was going on one bit. Her fur bristled with anxiety. What was really going on here? The beating of her heart grew faster as she watched the cats in the clearing, react to all that had been said. It was clear the other leaders shared her concern. She whipped around to stare at Whitedeath. Tearstar was dead. Among all the chaos, she felt grief, two cats she knew, both dying within the one moon. "Then I am sure Starclan will look after her well." She meowed and dipped her head. She looked up when she heard the yowl of one of her loyal warriors and nodded. "Celestialclan will not be beaten by this, as I am sure no other clan will." She yowled. However, her concern was growing, something really was not right. Her heart thudded and her fur bristled, as she tried to keep her cool, for the sake of the cats that were sitting below her.
Nettlepaw froze as the other leaders began to mention prophecy. What was Starclan doing to them? He hissed and moved closer to Cloudpaw, feeling a strong need to protect the younger she-cat from all the evils of the world. He felt stiff and unsafe himself. Something had to be done though, he had every faith in the leaders to sort this out, but what if that wasn't enough? He had never talked to Tearstar, but he dipped his head out of respect for leaders in general, and Starclan, at Ghoststar's words. He let out a strong yowl, Celestialclan would fight to their very last warrior.
Serenewinter gasped. She took a step backwards, away from the high rock on which the leaders stood. She wished she had someone to move closer to, someone to protect her now. She stayed silent and sat down, dipping her head in Tearstar's respect, but not taking her eyes from the leaders. There they stood, all brave and strong, together, would that be enough to protect them?
Crypticstreak's eyes widened, and he felt his mood darken quickly. This could not be happening. He shook his head, trying to clear the murmer of cats voices from it, and the horror struck Lynxstar. None of the leader's seemed even the slightest bit relaxed. He tensed as he glared up at the leaders, was it really right to tell all the cats here? At a gathering without discussing how much they should tell them first. What about the poor apprentices? What would they think? |
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Post by queenboo on Sept 7, 2008 6:08:15 GMT -5
p u r i t y p a w
Putitypaw let out a shocked face. Her eyes widened with fear and trembled terribly. "T--Tearstar's d-d-dead?" she stuttered quietly.
s t a i n e d w a t e r
Stainedwater let out a cry of disbelief. He then saw the trembling apprentice. "It's alright, we'll be going on anyways" he whispered. The shock seems to be dying down. He listened to the clan leaders when they spoke.
s h e e r w i n t e r
The warrior was saddened by Tearstar's death. "Starclan, may she walk with you in the stars." she whispered.
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Sept 7, 2008 10:11:42 GMT -5
His paws, though uncontrollably sizzling and tingling, were slow and remarkably steady, the big smile on his face grim and smug, eager to the blood, the warm liquid splashing his freshly groomed pelt. Oh yes. This would be undeniable fun. Suddenly, as he came to the edge of the cavern enterance, he began to laugh, look at them! All the turmoil they were in. Their little twinkle-anscestors must have told them. Oh, good for them. Knife's massive bodice shook heartily as he laughed pitingly at them. He stood for a moment longer, until he knew he has some attention. "Dear Clans!" He yowled, flashing the leaders with his crimson eyes, a smile, thick and crazed, unfolded itself over his handsome face. "It's time for you to give MaliceClan a very warm welcome." He chuckled, and turned his head, signalling for ten or eleven MaliceClan cats to pad forward, lining to entrance ominously. They were trapped. Every one. Was trapped. "Let none escape, they will run back to their clans and get help. Pass it on, dimwit." He snarled quietly to the cat closest to him, and, without and warning at all, leapt headfirst into the crowd, claw flailing madly.
Chasmpaw, having been yowling his encouragement to those around him, was now yowling, rather, shrieking, but not inencouragement. Good StarClan, that cat's eyes! They were red. Chasmpaw steadily strode towatd the newcomer. He was a warrior, name or no, and he would fight to the death of his young life. As Knife flew forward, Chasmpaw met him easily, nearly bigger than the almost tom, and held him off, encouraging cat around him to fight well, then focused on Knife, who was scrabbling to get his throat. Chasmpaw's strong back legs kicked out to meet Knife's gut, but was surprised to find nothing there, and he flew out, tumbling a few tail-lengths, panting hard. Knife was just landing now, like some sort of hell-angel, laughing. Chasmpaw shook his head at the maniacal cat, and thrust his massive form forward, holding down teh Alpha, who was clearly surprised, but still laughing. Suddenly, after dealing a few slices to the silver tom, Chasmpaw felt his last meal almost come up at a sharp pain in his abdomen, and he was flying backwards, scrabbling away, catching his breath, heaving, panting heavily. This red eyed tom was strong! But so light! He was untouchable, so Chasmpaw, regretting every second, moved away, and slipped through the now chaotic crowd.
Scarletsnow was cackling almost as madly as Knife when she, too, flew into the shrieking crowd of pansies, wimpy little sissies, rats, you could just step on them. She landed herself on a young she-cat warrior, beige dappled with chocolate over her face, with big diamond blue eyes. Really Scarletsnow had to admit, she was beautiful, but beauty kills. Smiling, the big white warrior, lashed out her claws at Sapphireshard, madness and Blood Lust shimmered in her eyes.
The massive, bulky monotone tom, pale eyes shimmering determindly bounded through and over cats, fighting for their lives, he pridefullly thought, to reach the leader's cliff, and flew straight for Ghoststar, surprised when clanmate Redhatred dashed up to help.
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Post by mizuinu on Sept 7, 2008 10:29:32 GMT -5
This being Screechgale's first was very closed off. She was only vaguely listening to what the leaders had to say. That is until a prophecy was brought up. She was the clans medicine cat, why wasn't she told of a prophecy. Then she felt everypne tense, and peered over to see why. A massive group of cats now blocked the only known entrance out of the gathering place. Terrified now, due to her lack of battle skill knowlegde, she slowly started wondering the the outside edges of the space, looking for any other exit. That or once everyone was in the middle of battle she would bolt for an exit, and if she was caught, she would beg for her life, promicing not to return to her clan, so long as they left her alive. But that was far from the truth.
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Thunderthighs now thought of all the young cats that would be killed, and started to become very sad and unfocused. he shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. he needed to focus on battle, not his possible kits, not all the younger cats that would die, but battle. He realized he was going soft, and may be forced to leave Malice after this battle. But he would do it with great honor and dignity knowing that he would leave because it was his own choice. His own desire. But first he needed to focus on battle.
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Sept 7, 2008 10:37:04 GMT -5
The strong silver she-cat let out a shreik of anger and spat as the cat charging for her. Well the cats, she recognised one of them instantly. "Came running back for more did you?" She hissed and her claws slid out. Slashing in all directions, ripping tearing, shoving. Her blows were not random, with planning behind each one. Feeling a presence behind her, she kicked out with both back legs, with a great strenght that left her feeling a little shaken. "FIGHT CELESTIALCLAN!" She ordered. Nothing would stop them from killing these cats. She hissed and spat, leaving as little time as possible between attacks. Fully into what she was doing, with her senses absently covering all directions. They would not get away with any of this. She was perticularly angry with the firey red one, for daring to kill one of her warriors. She was also angry with herself for letting the red cat run off, she should have killed her there and then.
Phantomcry passed on Knife's message swiftly, he watched that it made its way from cat to cat, he didn't want to be the one getting hung for that mistake. Whipping his head up he yowled, attacking the nearest cat he could find. He aimed a blow at Lightningstrike's head. His claws flashed before his eyes, sending the warrior he was fighting, and cats near by further into the cave. He was using his strenght, more than his swiftness. When the cat's failed to see him coming, one of his blows would send them flying, how strong he was was not unknown. However, his disadvantage was he could only be either swift or strong, or a bit of both, not a lot of both.
Spectre yowled. Charging into battle only mouse tails behind her father. She held her head low, eyes on the surrounding cats, watching them. She hissed when one came near, and jumped on another. "I will wipe that pretty smile off your face tom." She spat at the tom she had just attacked. Nimbuspaw. He was somewhere betwenn being grey and being brown. Her eyes danced and her claws slid out. She loved feeling the sharp needles, sliding out, to kill, to hurt, to defend.
Shard let a battle cry dance from his maw as he charged across the cave, with a flick of the tail to Anubis. In one great leap he was ontop of the great rock where all the leaders stood with thier chest's puffed out and heads held high. "Sorry to crash your party, ladies." He purred maliciously and turned, claws aimed to rake down the side of a tan colored she-cat. He would keep these pathetic she-cat from protecting their clans, with the help from the rest of the cats that had been assigned to take care of. He hissed through his teeth which were reflected in the eyes he was watching. Lynxstar could only beg for Starclan to save her now. |
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Sept 7, 2008 11:05:42 GMT -5
Knife bounded off, away from the massive brown tom he'd fought, who so bravely skittered of like a beaten kit.Crazed peals of laugher still maganged to rip from his throat, bloody from Chasmpaw. His words were random strings of curses, taunts, teases, he looked up to see his fighters massecreing. They were deing! Good Hell they win, MaliceClan would win! Knife twisted just in time as someone lashed out at him, tearing their shoulder open, he bounded up to the leader's ledge and dove at Larkstar, truely a frightening sight.
Though the amber-eyed apprentice was not hurt, he was winded, and shocked. Everything seemed to be happening at the same time, but these thoughts flew in and out of his head too quick to comprehend. He had to fight, not gawk! Leaping up, she bounded through the riot, slashing here and there, when he found Anubis, dashing towards Lynxstar. "No!" Chasmpaw yowled, leaping into Anubis before he could reach beloved Lynxstar.
Vividmurder snarled, landing a backpaw to Ghoststar's silvery face, "Shut up and fight," He growled rather barabrically, no doubt Ghoststar never never been ordered like that before. The huge black and white warrior kicked out like a horse, clawing her chest, and quickly whipping around to land a blow to her shoulder, while Redhatred laughed.
"Yeah I'm back for more, I just want a drop of your blood bitch!" Redhatred chuckled, diving it Ghoststar hatefully. "Don't think I stole that idiot's life, it was mine to take!" She yowled between blows.
Nimbuspaw, though all the chaos, was shrieking. He was NOT ready for this, his training had hardly started! He'd.. die! Suddenly, this beauthtakingly pretty young she-cat was on him, pounding, beating, slashing, taunting. While his tom-ish hormones still had him in a trance. By the time he snapped back, he was heavily bleeding, working hard to kick her off, while attempting to claw her.
Lynxstar was calm, sddenly, strangely. She could see her gallant, faithful, loyal clan fighting their hearts out, while she desparetly prayed none would be taken. Just about to leap into the fray, a massive black tom was upon her, clawing and taunting, and Lynxstar snorted. He was massive, but not to her. Snarling, she whirled and slashed, precise with her attacks, swift with her dodges. "You're wasting you breath, tom," She murmured coldly, reaching to claw his throat.
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Post by lily ♫ on Sept 7, 2008 11:25:45 GMT -5
Flamingpaw's eyes were wide with disbelief and fear. Chasmpaw had attacked the white tom with the red eyes. She watched as he ran away, and stopped a black tom that was heading towards Lynxstar. She raced over to Chasmpaw, to help.
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Anubis glared at the apprentice that had stopped him. He took a step back preparing to leap, knocking Flamingpaw down. He looked at the apprentice under his paws. She was dying. This was too easy. His attention returned to the other apprentice, the one who ahd stopped him.
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Flamingpaw gasped as she had the breath knocked out of her as the large black tom knocked her down and stepped on her. Her eyes were wide, almost popping out of her eye sockets. Her eyes bore into Chasmpaw's, screaming "Help me!" in them.
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Lilythorn yowled. MaliceClan?! She dove into battle, racing towards Scarletsnow who was attacking Sapphireshard. She tackled the she-cat, with her claws sinking into the cat's back.
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Poppyfur was in a daze. So many cats, coming to attack! She stood, frozen with fear. She couldn't help, she couldn't do anything. She watched the approaching cats, staring at the nearest one, praying that it would not come for her. |
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Post by mizuinu on Sept 7, 2008 12:26:40 GMT -5
Thunderthighs charged into the fight, not sure who to attack first. As he raked his claws abscent-mindedly across random cats flanks, he noticed a flicker of fur off to the side. It was a small cat, probably around 8 moons. He dashed over to her and grabbed her by the scruff. The small cat started yowling furiously, but he mumbled between clenched jaws "Shut up, I'm saving your life, now act like your dead." He slowly walked out of the entrance trying to look inconspicious. He layed the cat down and went back for more cats trying to flee the battle. He knew he was betraying his clan but he didn't care, it felt good to save the lives of the inocent cats.
Screechgale was terrified by the battle going on. She yowled at the occasional scratch. he started to feel really stressed and light headed again, this wasn't good, not during a battle. She walked over to the shadows and layed down, trying to remain concious. That was the only thing she could focus on. But no cat tried to attck her, so she probably looked dead.
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Sept 7, 2008 12:46:15 GMT -5
Knife's eyes wandered for just a moment, being skilled in the arts of fighting, he managed to battle a cat while scoping the current events. Thunderthighs, ohh. Good Hell he was going to kill the whole clan. "TRAITOR!" The alpha screeched as loud as he could, hoping someone would hear.
Chasmpaw snarled at Anubis, whipping his forelegs like lightning, scratching and whacking, ignoring all pain. This pile of dung would not kill a clanmate,"Flamingpaw you idiot!" He hissed over Anubis's shoulder as he rammed his whole body into Anubis's chest, in sort of a hilt-to-hilt lock, since they were about the same weight and size.
Gallows chuckles, wiping blood that smeared his muzzle onto his shoulder and moved on from the body lying in the cavern to rot, and raced off, looking around, he found and elder lying in a pool and laughed. "Oh dear old coot, I hope you've enjoyed yourself. Can't even fight for your clan anymore can ya?" He cackled, and dove at Poppyfur, slashing.
Scarletsnow shrieked and writhed as she felt someone lean land upon his spine, sinking their claws in. It was more surprise than pain she caused the frenzied emition. Thinking quick, Scarletsnow jumped like a bronco, and angled herself to land so her ragged shoulder-blades would ram into Lilythorn's armpit, hopefully damaging her foreleg.
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Post by lily ♫ on Sept 7, 2008 13:12:24 GMT -5
Splitheart responded instantly to Knife's words. Traitor. She searched the crowd of cats, spotting the Lust, Thunderthighs. She raced towards him, passing Anubis fighting off two apprentices. She chuckled to herself, the old coot could handle them easily. "Thunderthighs!" she hissed. "You traitor!" She threw herself into him, having a running start, knocking him down.
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Anubis hissed at the brown apprentice as he was pushed away from the fire colored one. "Lovebirds." he taunted, clawing the brown apprentice's shoulder. The scent of blood made him smile evily. The scent filled his mind, giving him more strength. He snarled at the two apprentices, pushing his weight into the brown one, ignoring the other.
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Flamingpaw sucked in a deep breath. She stood up, cringing as the black tom called them Lovebirds. She hissed at the black cat. She leaped onto his back, clawing him, blood on her claws. She was knocked of as he slammed into Chasmpaw. "Why do I have to be so weak?!" she whined.
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Lilythorn let out a hiss of pain as the she-cat rammed her shoulder into her. She shook the cat off of her, standing up and almost falling. She was falling to pieces. She snarled and clawed as much of the cat as she could in the few seconds she had.
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Poppyfur yowled in pain, her frail body taking more damage than it would have if she had been younger. She backed away, trying to turn and run, but she knew her sad attempt would never work. She was going to die.
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Sept 7, 2008 13:37:59 GMT -5
Knife was laughing, still. Had he ever stopped? No, this was just way too much fun for the young beast, clawing and tearing and ripping and treading, there were screeches and screams and yowls of agony and pain, some cut short, followed by a heavy thump! Oh, it was all so gloriously fun! Knife ran the cat he ws fighting through the heart, and down his belly, killing him almost instantly. Dashing off, Knife joined Slitheart in killing Thunderthighs.
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Northwind was yowling in pain as he felt like thousands of needles, claws, fangs were jabbing into him at once. VertigoClan's war hero was gushing blood and screaming, whipping around and flailing maniacally to fend off many attackers on him at once, making contact here and there, breaking flesh, tearing skin, sobbing away tears of pain and fear, Northwind pushed and kicked his way through to Lynxstar, gaurding her side.
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The massive brown tabby, still pushing against Anubis, the other tom drawing plenty of blood wildly, Chasmpaw kept cool. He was made for this, he could live to defend the clan, become a war hero like Northwind. Slowly, he turned his head and clasped his jaws around Anubis's neck, not pressing until, suddenly, Chasmpaw bit down as hard as he could, and drew away quickly.
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Scarletsnow was knocked, groaning, to the suddenly hard, hard, very jagged ground, feeling as if the fall itself was causing the pain all over her body; it wasn't. It was VertigoClan's deputy madly flailing, biting, scratching, clawing. Until Scarletsnow got up, heaving, and threw he massive form at the deputy, snarling.
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Vividmurder heard Knife cry out, Traitor? He wondered who, but suddenly saw, wasting time fighting Ghoststar, he hadn't kept an eye on the recently traitorous Thunderthighs. Just the name disgusted him! Ugh, and now he was going to try and get the whole clan murdered. Knife and Slitheart-the-slut were already upon this though, all Vividmurder could do now was his own duty to tend to- Ghoststar.
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Gallows was laughing smoothly, softly, almost pityingly. "Oh you poor old woman," He cooed, not running after her, rather he walked, slowly, toward his prey, his victem. He would pounce soon, but for now, let her panic, flee, hope. "Oh dear Old One!" He called through the crowd, smilign charmingly when he found her. "There you are, I thought we could get-" He jumped, landing with great force on the elder,"Aquanted," He whispered, suddenly sinking in his claws where he could and tearing downwar, as if she were a great, living, scratching post.
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