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Post by sandpoppy on Jun 19, 2008 0:05:20 GMT -5
Strike rolled his eyes as he crossed the "boundaries" which were probably the most stupid thing the clans ever came up with. He looked around a caught the scent of a fresh mouse. He shrugged, the mouse most likely from loner land anyway. He slowly went into a hunters crouch .....
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Post by leafy on Jun 24, 2008 22:40:48 GMT -5
Harmonydance quietly padded along the TempestClan territory, her head bent down as she smelled the ground. An unknown scent wafted into the she-cat's nose and her eyes darted up to spot a tom tresspassing on their territory. Her hackles raised defensively and Harmonydance would not let this cocky tom get away with hunting on TempestClan's territory. Paws silently creeping behind this tresspasser, Harmonydance was ready to do anything for her Clan. One, two, three!! Harmonydance pounced, flying through the air until she landed square on an unsuspecting tom's back. Hissing threateningly, she pinned him down and pushed his face into the dirt. "May I inquire what you are doing here?" Harmonydance hissed into his ear.
I haven't fought for quite awhile... Harmonydance couldn't remember the last time she had fought one-on-one. Most cats didn't dare tresspass on the aggressive TempestClan cats' territory. Harmonydance's thoughts returned to a few days ago, when Twistersoul had complicated her life. Now it was like a raincloud followed her around. What's wrong with my life?!?! Lately she had been sad for some reason. Probably remembering the past too much. Shaking her skull, Harmonydance returned her attention to the tresspasser. |
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Post by sandpoppy on Jun 25, 2008 19:27:36 GMT -5
Strike looked up at his attacker. A she-cat. Must be from the clan. " Well at the moment I'm laying on the ground being penned down by a pretty she-cat who wants to know what I'm doing." He gave her a quick wink. "Of course before that I was hunting." His eyes had a cocky sparkle to them. He was perfectly relaxed. He'd talked himself out of much worst positions.
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Post by leafy on Jun 26, 2008 22:54:49 GMT -5
Harmonydance rolled her eyes at this cocky tom. "Just leave and never come back or you'll never be able to make those smart comments again." The she-cat whispered rather timidly at the bold tom. Harmonydance could never shake off the habit of being shy and quiet, but she couldn't help it. Her memories kept flashing back to the day before. This tom reminded her of Twistersoul though she couldn't yet decide who was worse. Harmonydance wanted to laugh when he said what he did but held the laughter in, it attempts to seem tense and ready for battle.
ooc; Blech. No muse xD
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Post by sandpoppy on Jun 28, 2008 22:24:21 GMT -5
Strike laughed. Not really a mocking laugh, more of a amused laugh. "I've received threats from cats much bigger and stronger than you, sweetheart, though not as pretty. I never paid them mind. Why should I start now?" He neatly slipped out from beneath her. "Take my advice honey and work on hiding your shyness. If I was a rouge well you don't want to know what would happen. Oh were are my manners, I'm known as Strike. He lazily began rubbing himself on a tree.
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Jun 29, 2008 22:09:46 GMT -5
A loner, rather, more likely, a rouge, wandering lazily onto his territory, strutting about like he owned the world. Ha. Well, he wouldn't for long, no, not when Lonerequiem was finished. The handsome, lean shadow watched from his perch hidden by fluttering birch leaves as a wind struck up, carrying the reek of thunderpath with it, and it took all he had to keep from retching and giving away his hideout. Suddenly, another scent wafted through the air, Harmonydance! She came from the direction of the moor, and camp, obviously. He gazed at the pretty she-cat wonderingly as she confronted the rouge shyly. So timid, worthless! And that dumb she-cat would let him wander away, too! With a snarl, Lonerequiem's icy white eyes glinted coldly as he eyed 'Strike' hatefully. "Listen, Rat." He spat, claws sheathed yet, though. "I realize how amazing and smooth you think you are, and that you think she-cats are simply play-toys in your bad-boy game, but I don't think you realize how much I would enjoy killing you." He made a face and continued, edging closer to the tom, silvery pools ablaze. "But I'm sure an egotistic fool such as yourself is much too proud to leave, and are going to stand here, make some snide remark, unsheathe your claws, and force me to attack you," With a sigh, Lonerequiem shrugged. "If you insist, go on and do so." He flicked his tail nonchalantly.
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Post by sandpoppy on Jun 29, 2008 22:51:45 GMT -5
Strikes eyes lost their friendly look and became cold and hard. "Oh tough guy huh?" He snarled. "Sorry buddy but you'll have to wait your turn. I'm having a pleasant conversation with a lady and it's very rude to interrupt." What really got under his skin was the remark about playing with she-cats. OK so he flirted a little.But he'd gladly rip out any toms fur who dared .... never mind. Waving his tail in a smug fashion he turned back to the pretty she-cat. Sorry about that. Whats your name again?"
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Jun 29, 2008 23:13:38 GMT -5
Biting back a snarl, Lonerequiem sighed once more, knowing this was all so genaric. These loners really needed to get better lines. His shadowed eyes awkwardly flitted to Harmonydance, and snorted, knowing the timid warrior would rather chat with a poisonous snake than this wretched tom, and she wouldn't be thanking him for fighting her battles later, either, but he didn't much care, not anymore, he hardly threw she-cats passing glances anymore. "Get off our territory," He spat, glaring.
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Post by raid on Jun 29, 2008 23:48:50 GMT -5
Stalking through her territory, muscles pulled and relaxed beneath her silvery pelt. Minty eyes scanned the area as she quickly did a check on all of the territory Tempestclan possessed. It was a routine for her, check all of the areas before heading back to her den. She normally did this alone, it was a great time to collect herself and do a little hunting in the process. Lifting her skull into the air her nares caught the scent of a loner, and then the scent of her own cats. So there were Tempestclan cats on the scene? Well, that was good then. But why was this loner here? And why wasn't he already gone? Her warriors should know that intruders were escorted, well thrown out of the lands with scratches to prove who they had messed with. Narrowing her eyes, Tearstar dropped her haunches and crept silently towards a brush pile. The cats couldn't see her and that was fine for that matter. Watching for a few moments she decided to put herself into this mess, hopefully she could end it. Springing from her position, her paws with claws extended, aimed for the tom, hoping to take him down. Her lips pulled back in a snarl and her teeth were bared, ready to bite down on whatever they had to. A low growl sounded from within her throat, one that threatened the tom with it's sound. "What are you doing on my lands tom?" Tearstar spat her words at the loner, not willing to put up with this non-sense.
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Post by spiritpaw on Jun 30, 2008 15:50:36 GMT -5
OOC:THIS IS SANDY ON HER SISTERS ACCOUNT!!!! Thank you.
Strike turned to Tearstar, next thing he knew was he was laying on the ground with the wind knocked out of him. After regaining his breath he winked at Lonerequiem. "She-cats, they just can't keep their paws off me. Lucky you don't have that problem." He turned toward Tearstar. "Sorry to disappoint you but I'm a little busy at the moment, I'll get back to you." To be honest he was a little worried. But he sure as heck wasn't going to show it!
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Jun 30, 2008 15:54:00 GMT -5
Lonerequiem sheepishly turned his head away from Tearstar, knowing she'd be harshly disapproving that this dung-pile wasn't bloodied and gone by now, and he knew now he'd have an earfull from Tearstar and Harmonydance when they got back to camp. He was pleased that his leader wasn't a big softie though, and purred, ignoring the cocky Strike. He so wanted to puncture that freak's throat ooohh so badly, but now, with Tearstar battering him, he knew if he leapt in now, she'd accuse him of fighting for her. Groaning, he sighed for the pathetic loner as he tried to taunt Tearstar,
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Post by raid on Jun 30, 2008 16:17:30 GMT -5
Claws extended she dug her paws into the tom's shoulders. Sneering at his words she gave another threatening growl taking one paw and moving it to his neck. Pushing down she narrowed her orbs, anger flared in them. She didn't have time to deal with this, it would of been easier if her warriors would of just dealt with it the way they should. Why they didn't she had no clue? She would have to question them about it later....they should of been doing something. Great Starclan this was really bothering her. "Tom. you have no effect on any she-cat here nor will you ever. " Her voice was calm, but still held the threatened angry tone. Pushing down with all the weight she could muster. "And you will not be getting back to me. Because you are dealing with me now! Not later. Actually, you are leaving now. If you don't agree with me...you might as well get ready to be forced to." She talked quickly, pausing in between some sentences to keep the suspense. Not that there would be any in a short while. All the cats should know that Tearstar was going to hurt the tom should he not leave.
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Now she wasn't one for fighting if she didn't have to, but she was going to be forced to here in a little while. Her ginger pelt streaked through the terrain as she caught the scent of another loner. Following it she came to the Tempestclan border. Why was a loner within the boundaries of a clan? How stupid could one really be? For the sake of keeping the other cats within her so called group safe, the ginger she-cat kept going. She continued to move at her quick set pace, reaching the group her eyes quickly darted around the group. Bouncing off each cat and labeling them as Tempestclan or loner. There was only one loner, that was the one pinned beneath the silver bengal cat. Crouching she debated on which cat to attack, if she could just....she wouldn't attack the silver bengal. Hopefully the other loner could take care of her. Looking towards the white and gray she-cat and then towards the other tom she decided to attack the tom. She-cats were normally a handful in battles for they squirmed too much and Vortex was not one to fight them. Even as a she-cat herself she preferred the battles with the toms. Leaping she took a swipe towards the tom, landing on her paws and rounding prepared for a counter attack.
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Post by spiritpaw on Jun 30, 2008 16:29:18 GMT -5
OOC:THIS IS SANDY ON HER SISTERS ACCOUNT!!!! Thank you.
Strike grimaced with pain. His eyes became hard. "Look Miss Pretty Paws, I'm a loner, I can go anywhere I want. And there is nothing you or your clan of kitty-pets can do to stop me! You think you rule the world because you've got some fancy rules. Well you can keep your stupid rules and so-called clans. I'm staying right here." Way to go Strike. you stupid mouse-brained idiot. He looked at Harmonydance. "Sorry sweetie, I guess you'll have to wait. There's something about this cat I just can't ignore." He quickly pushed his back legs upward trying to throw Tearstar off balance.
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Jun 30, 2008 16:37:47 GMT -5
Lonerequiem crouched and snarled louder, dispising the loner's sassy words. He was worse than a kitty-pet himself! Look who was talking, he was partially flirting, partially taunting a lean she-cat with nine lives or so, pinned beneath her. Ha! Idiot. Suddenly, out of no where, he felt knives boring into his flesh, though they hardly broke through his skin, he whirled around to see his attacker. Who the hell does she think she is? This is my land! He thought about snarling something along those lines, but didn't, instead taking slow steps toward the small ginger form, a crooked, strange smile upon his hard features, silver eyes glinting hatefully. Lonerequiem shreiked and slamed his body into hers, feeling her hot breath on his shoulder as he mashed her frame against a feeble birth, shaking the poor tree violently. Finally, he unsheathed his ebony claws and hooked them in her flesh, meeting her eyes without saying anything. He had an eerily wicked look on his face.
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Post by leafy on Jun 30, 2008 17:40:53 GMT -5
Harmonydance hissed at Strike's words as he insulted her leader and a warrior of her Clan. And he kept relating everything back to her! I'll show him! Out of nowhere Lonerequiem was attacked by another cat, a she-cat. As Tearstar was thrown off-balance, Harmonydance jumped in to give the cocky loner some wounds he'd remember. It's not fun to have your whole Clan think you're a wimp, either. She thought bitterly, Don't be such a wuss! Claws unsheathed, Harmonydance sped past Strike and clawed his side violently. She swerved around and clawed his other side, then stopped swiftly. Her claws were dripping with blood and the she-cat quite enjoyed this battle. Tearstar would probably be insulted that her warrior had jumped in to help, but Harmonydance couldn't bring herself to just watch. Plus she needed revenge on Strike. Heh. I'm acting more like a real TempestClan cat every day. Maybe the Clan heritage was taking effect on her. Harmonydance blinked and returned back to the batte.
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