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Post by sandpoppy on Jun 30, 2008 18:38:52 GMT -5
Strike gave a painful gasp a Harmonydance clawed him. "She wants me." He looked around. He hated fighting. And yet he didn't want to back down either. He unsheathed his claws. "All right kits the play paws are off." He made a swipe toward Tearstars side.
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Post by raid on Jun 30, 2008 18:50:37 GMT -5
Sneering at his words she raked a paw across his face, growling as he pushed his back legs up. Thrown off balance she tottered over and found herself being saved by Harmonydance. At first Tearstar had not wanted the young she-cat to be in the clan at all, but by every new day the young she-cat seemed to grow to become more of a Tempestclan cat. WAtching as Harmonydance raked at Strike she took notice of the other she-cat that had flown out of the bushes and landed an attack on Lonerequiem. With fascination she took a few steps backwards, her jaw dropping in awe as her warriors fought. In all reality she should of helped, but here she was sitting and watching. She wanted to see how they would fair in this little scuffle that had so suddenly broken out. If things got out of hands then she would help, then she'd step in and give the loners a few scratches to remember her by. However it looked like her warriors had everything under control. And then she watched as a claw swiped at her side. Nimbly diving under the tom she gave a swipe at his under belly with her own claws.
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Watching as the tom turned and unleashed a scream she didn't have the time to respond as he flung himself at her. He was much bigger than he had thought he was, she had underestimated the tom. Feeling his body slam into hers, her breath was suddenly gone and he was right next to her. The warmth of his body was nice, but he was the enemy here. Feeling the impact of the tree against her frame she gave a gasping, desperate chance to get air back into her lungs. It didn't help when suddenly she felt claws hook into her flesh, and her eyes shifted to meet those of the tom. A pained look crossed her face as she pulled away and feebly tried to attack him with a few swipes at his face. However her side burned and she knew that it was way off. She hadn't missed an attempt to strike another for some time....what had happened to her? Another sudden pain itched at her side and she couldn't help but take a ragged breath and look at Lonerequiem with a pained and scared look. And then all went black....everything went black....
[[There's the way she gets into Tempestclan!]]
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Post by sandpoppy on Jun 30, 2008 18:57:48 GMT -5
Strike gave a small gasp. Not my day. He put a bold front. "Guess your not as much a kitty-pet as I thought sweets. We'll keep in touch" He gave her a quick wink before leaping into a nearby tree. He felt a little guilty leaving that she-loner to fight for herself. And I never got their names. But that couldn't be helped.
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Post by raid on Jun 30, 2008 19:06:00 GMT -5
Chasing Strike to the base of the tree he climbed she realized he was now over the border and somebody else's problem. Giving a growl, Tearstar slashed a paw into the ground. It pained her but that was what she was doing for letting the loner tom get away. Turning swiftly she looked towards Lonerequiem and the other loner who was laying on the ground. "Take her back to camp. She's our prisoner for attacking, her fate to be decided." Snorting softly she stalked back to camp, depending on her warriors to take Vortex back.
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Jun 30, 2008 19:18:30 GMT -5
Bloodlust yet to seize itself from flowing rapidly through his veins, Lonerequiem waited fairly for a counter-attack, panting as he edged a whisker away, watching the pale ginger she-cat give a few feeble swipes, and he was surprised how weak she was with how boldly she'd strode into battle, feircly attacking the lean handsome tom like he's go down like a mouse. What was she doing on his land anyway? White eyes watched her slowly slipped to the ground, light green eyes sliding shut, and he stifled a gasp, horrified that he'd so feircly attacked her, ruthless. Well, he was TempestClan, this was something to be proud of... right? He snapped his attention away from the shallowly breathing loner, lifting his skull to gaze coldly at Tearstar for a moment. Ignorant she-cat. He snorted and scooped up Vortex so she was flung loosely over his broad, strong shoulders as he followed the silver bengal from a distance.
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Post by sandpoppy on Jun 30, 2008 19:30:29 GMT -5
Strike ran through the loner lands he felt strange. How could you just walk away?!? That's a rouge thing. She helped you out and you up and run when the going gets tough?!? Such thoughts have been harassing him ever since he jumped into that stupid tree. He couldn't take anymore. He turned and sped back to the scene of the battle. He turned toward the tree. "Stupid tree" He growled as he ripped a little of the bark off. He caught a glimpse of the clan cats leaving and quietly began to fallow them
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Post by raid on Jun 30, 2008 19:50:15 GMT -5
Walking into camp, Tearstar looked back towards Lonerequiem and Harmonydance, catching a glimpse of another cat. Could he really be that stupid? Pushing it off she decided to test the loner to the extreme. Turning towards Lonerequiem she eyed the she-cat on his back. There was a lower den on the base of the tree, he wouldn't have to carry her up the huge tree this way. "Put her in the lowest den, it's not used now as is. You can guard her for now. When you want to take a break fetch Twistersoul or Whitedeath." Giving him a swift flick of her tail goodbye, Tearstar began to ascend the large tree. Reaching her den she curled up in her den, awaiting Strike to try and find her....she knew he would.
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Post by sandpoppy on Jun 30, 2008 20:07:14 GMT -5
Strike looked at the loner. She was safe for now. He'd keep an eye on her and get her out after nightfall. But for now ... He watched as Tearstar enter her den. It didn't look that hard. Maybe he could wait in one of the branches above the den. He crept around until he got to the side of the tree facing away from the camp. He jumped onto the first branch then the next. So far so good. Gripping his claws into the bark he slowly but surely climbed up. Seeing a branch just above Tearstars den that looked likely he used a powerful jump hoping no one would see him. But when he reached the branch he found it was covered in slippery sap! He started falling panicking he twisted himself in a way that he landed right into the clan cats den!
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Jun 30, 2008 20:07:27 GMT -5
White eyes watching her every move, they danced. Lonerequiem twitched as he saw something he couldn't understand flash across her minty green eyes and gave her a questioning glance he knew she'd never see. He didn't much care though, and sighed at the great lump dangling on his back. The black tom perked when he noticed Tearstar speaking, to him. He nodded, still watching as visible thought clicked over her face, shifting like gears. He swiveled his neck and sunk his fangs into Vortex's scruff, so she didn't fall off as he grappled his way to the lowest den, still unfortunately not on the ground, he slunk into the hole and gentle let Vortex slide off his back into a cushion of naturally growing moss, softer than the makeshift nest there, which he realised, with a sigh, that was what he'd be sleeping on.
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Post by raid on Jun 30, 2008 20:20:40 GMT -5
Quietly she lay, her eyes open, following the tiniest movement that was made outside of her den. The wind whistled away outside, and protected the loner from the normal groans and creeks the tree tended to make. He was lucky, Tearstar knew it. He was out there and following her, and any minuet now she'd watch him slip by her den entrance. But then in all surprise, he was just there. Inside her den with her! Now the den wasn't that big, but it held enough to hold two to three cats comfortably. Luckily, Tearstar was small enough that she had more than enough room within the den. Putting a questioning look upon her face she slowly rose to her stilts, gazing into his orbs with her own. "I could easily send you flying out that entrance right now....but I'm curious. Curious to why you just followed my cats home. Curious why you even bothered to come up here when your little friend is way down there." Her voice was calm, and held an eerie softness to it. There was no "get off my land" tone, not even the slightest.
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She had a sharp pain in her side, what had happened? Oh that was right, a tom from Tempestclan had bashed her into a tree. Where was she now? Did Strike win against the three cats and manage to drag her home.....or was she held captive in the clan which the tom came from? Careful not to move, she took in the sounds, other cats, the wind, and another's breaths. The breathing was close to her, in the same place...wherever that place might be. Blinking open her eyes she spotted the tom who had knocked her unconscious. Alarm rose within her and she backed away into the wall of the tree den. "You!?" Eyes wide and sparkled with amazement she looked around her. So she was in Tempestclan.....so she was.
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Jun 30, 2008 20:30:40 GMT -5
Silently, Lonerequiem's strange eyes were still on her petite, lithe form, peacefully sleeping, though brutally put in this state. He knew it was slighty creepy to watch anycat sleep, but didn't much care, he had no reputation to keep, what was the point? He tensed as he saw her begin to shift her position and make miniscule sounds, waking. He quickly averted his eyes and flicked his ear nonchalantly as she arose from her slumber, and suddenly she was yowling... at him. He snorted. "Me." He replied in a slightly sing song voice, his face emotionless. "No need to get your fur rumpled, I gave you the good nest, didn't I?" He ashed reasonably, willing her to settle down.
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Post by sandpoppy on Jun 30, 2008 20:45:11 GMT -5
Strike looked around. He was dazed for a few seconds after his fall and his mind was having trouble catching on to what happened. "Mm mm what just happened?" Shaking his head he turned back to Tearstar. "Um well. For the first time he could remember he was really awkward. Something inside him snapped. He became angry. Angry at himself for ever getting into this whole mess. Angry at himself for leaving Vortex in the first place. Angry at himself for not running into the camp fighting with his every breath until she was safe at home."Your just curious huh?" He didn't mean to growl, it just came out. "Yeah I should tell you. Tell how I ran like a coward. Tell you how I just stood there. Tell you how I was beaten by this stupid tree!" Oh great now you go tell your whole life's story way to go. but he was to angry to care.
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Post by raid on Jun 30, 2008 21:28:12 GMT -5
Tearstar looked at the tom, a look spreading across her face that showed she would burst into laughter at any moment. The tom was being completely...completely....well forgetful to put it nicely. Staring at him with the implanted emeralds in her skull she tilted her head slightly, as if confused by his words. "Ran like a coward...yes. If you ran...you didn't stand....and beaten by a tree. Your mother would be proud." Her voice was sarcastic, almost as if she taunting him. Pacing back and forth in the little room she had, Tearstar stopped suddenly, her gaze locking onto Strike and giving him a long stare. She didn't break her gaze, nor did she fidget as she stared. Finally after a few moments passed she opened her kissers, only to close them again with nothing to say. Opening them once more she let the words come freely. "Really tom. There's reasons that are not known to myself, and only you can tell me. Or should I back you out of this den to a sure death?" One of the highest placed dens, Tearstar always enjoyed looking down from her den at the other cats. She would enjoy even more pushing another from her den.
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It was strange to wake up in a land you didn't know much about, but Vortex was coping with it well. After all she was placed with a warrior, though she would of rather dealt with a different one instead of the one who had brought harm to her. Listening to his voice she rolled her pale green pools and continued to listen. A slight shiver was sent down her spine as he spoke and she couldn't help but push it off with anger. There was no way in Starclan she would be falling for him. No. No. No. No. She would kill herself sooner than fall for the tom whom hurt her. Narrowing her orbs at him she gave her fur a lick with her rough pink tongue. "I s'pose...." With her two words, one not even really a word....Vortex grew quiet.
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Post by sandpoppy on Jun 30, 2008 21:36:07 GMT -5
"Oh just forget it." He was settling down now. " Nice place." He tried. This was awkward. GET OUT OF THERE "Well um Bye!" He jumped out of the den latching his claws into the tree sliding down as fast as he could.
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Post by raid on Jun 30, 2008 22:00:23 GMT -5
Hearing his words, and then watching his actions Tearstar gave a quick dash to her door. Watching him slide down she gave a loud roaring call to the cats of her clan. "Don't let him escape!" She wouldn't let Strike get away that easily. In fact, she'd be the one to watch over him....As soon as her cats caught him he would be brought to her, forced back into her den where she would watch him and guard him. She couldn't risk him escaping, no. He would not escape her...never. As much as she hated to admit it she enjoyed his company, there was something about him that distinguished him from others. Watching as Twistersoul and Torrentpaw came up on each side of Strike she descended the tree, pouncing on Strike as she did so. "Well tom you have one thing right I just can't keep my paws off you now can I? Hmm?" A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth and she gave a small soft laugh. Flicking her tail towards Twistersoul and Torrentpaw to wait nearby in case Strike decided to fight back. However she had a feeling he wouldn't.
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