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Post by MiNTY♥ on Sept 30, 2008 2:22:43 GMT -5
Eclipseomen slipped through the undergrowth with great care and elegance. She could not ignore the scent of blood when is called to her like that, practically begging for her company. Her tail flicked purposfully as the undergrowth seemed to part for her, showing what was a tom, now lying in a bloody mass, Deathbringer towering over. She could not help but let out a soft feminine snort as she stalked gracefully over to Deathbringer. "Don't play with your food." She hissed, "Kill it and be done with it." She meowed and pushed past the black she-cat, black fur brushing against more black. "Maybe you should learn from a master, I suppose an easy target for you to practice on." She meowed with a small sigh, the sound of calm wind. You could hear the venom lacing her words as she spoke. "Have fun in Starclan." She spat. She slapped him across the cheek with unsheathed claws for being such a fool and laughing, probably better a crazy cat like that died anyway. Blood rain flew over the plants, and her fur coat. Leaning in she parted her fangs, and tightened them around the tom's weak furry throat. Blood slipped into her mouth and her eyes widened with the adrenaline.
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Post by cranberry on Sept 30, 2008 16:59:46 GMT -5
ooc: gar. Being the killee is no fun. D:
Keeling over, now crumpled against the ground with all four of his limbs in bizzare, uncomfortable positions, he continued to laugh, blood gurgling from his mouth like a crimson fountain. Well, what a fitting end! Laughing in the face of death. He winced only slightly as a new, more feminine voice approached and continued to batter him like a dummy with unsheathed claws. Eventually warm breath crept over his skin, tickling him slightly, and a pair of sharp jaws clamped around his neck. He yelped, his spurts of laugter stopping abruptly, but no air came to his parted maw, and at once the blackness started closing in.
He struggled feebly, grasping at the air with outstretched paws, but he made no contact with his target. In what could have been the span of two hours or two seconds, blood gushed from his neck and his head tumbled down to the earth, unmoving at least. [/blockquote] |
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Post by LYNX ♥ on Oct 2, 2008 14:44:46 GMT -5
Her determination to succeed was sickening and uncomparable, and strike through Knife's cold little heart. "Your effort is well enough, now quit." He shook out is matted silver coat, a grimace painting his face in layers of distaste when his cold crimson lights flicked to her, the once little scrawny, weak thing that had been captured for MaliceClan's own use was now a rather toned young she-cat, and the blood smearing her fur added quite a nice effect to the gruesome thing she'd become, perfect for war. Ideas brewed in young, butter-soft Knife's mind, churning uneasily. He was losing it. Insanity, he was sinking. He felt no lust for blood in him, he wanted nothing, not anymore. Everything he'd gotten into. It had only been a single battle and what? He's learned how uncomparably strong the clans were, some her swift and witty, while others were tough and thorough, even bigger than a few MaliceClan cats. This shouldn't have been so difficult, he knew. And he also knew that there was no one to blame but himself, which, in itself, was a demented thought for a MaliceClan alpha. Sneezing several times, Knife blinked and looked up at Flamingpaw, still dancing around him as he sat dumbly. "Enough," The alpha snarled, then whipped his head around and narrowed his ignited pools. "invader." He breathed, and took off swiftly through the tall grasses, disappointed to find Deathbringer already finishing up the stray clan apprentice, but couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief, for at first he suspected a possible invasion. "Flamingpaw, come back to camp with me, it's well enough time you pretend yourself worthy to be a warrior." knife to camp |
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Post by lily ♫ on Oct 2, 2008 20:21:02 GMT -5
Flamingpaw's eyes filled with pure excitement when Knife mentioned her becoming a Warrior. Then, her excitement was overcome with her earlier dreams, which seemed to be only memories. She had always dreamed of Lynxstar going through her ceremony, Lilythorn looking proudly upon her, and Chasmpaw, either a Warrior already, or looking at her enviously. She doubted it. He had probably been a Warrior for at least a moon. She was left calling him Chasmpaw, for she knew no other name for him, whether there was one or not. She followed Knife eagerly, just not as eagerly as she would have had it been Lynxstar. She began to yell at herself mentally, knowing that they had all forgotten her by now. She padded into camp, completely torn between the Clans.
//flamingpaw to camp\\
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Post by MiNTY♥ on Oct 4, 2008 6:56:44 GMT -5
As she felt the body go limp in her mouth she pulled away and cackled maliciously. Blood poured from the tom, creating a puddle as her pads, or blood red liquid, also known as blood. The sticky substance clung to her pelt, she would deal with it after. Smirking she padded over to Deathbringer. "And that is how you do it." She purred and padded off through the undergrowth, leaving paw prints of sticky blood behind her in a trail of victory. Her sticky paw prints lead to Maliceclan camp, so Deathbringer would know where to find her if he came back looking for a fight. She chuckled lightly and padded into thr camp.
eclipseomen to mc camp.
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Post by cranberry on Oct 11, 2008 11:26:54 GMT -5
Still perched on a sturdy limb of the oak, head resting on sooty gray paws, he gazed down in anticipation. Knife and the clan cat were still duking it out, but now there was something else to distract him, a remarkably dim-witted clan cat had blundered onto the terra. Basilpaw wrinkled his nose in disgust; he smelled heavily of ZephyrClan, what had he been doing, rolling around in the filthy moor? Of course he clearly had no idea just which clan he was messing with, and Deathbringer and Eclipseomen were on him in a second. Pity, he would have joined them if not for the fact that he was eavesdropping, something that neither of the warriors nor his supreme softieness would have enjoyed.
His lip curled as Knife finished toying with the clan apprentice and pranced along merrily with his new pet into camp. He laughed a bit, imagining him launching himself out of the oak and landing square on the alpha, pointed claws puncturing his exposed sides. But no, these were just stupid fantasies, not anything he was dumb enough to try and pull off. He dangled a paw off the edge of the bough, watching it swing back and forth lamely as Eclipseomen strutted back into camp. All clear. Carefully he picked his way back down, leaping nimbly from branch to branch and taking a momentous leap to the earth, landing solidly on all fours. Time to see what all the fuss was about.
>> basilpaw to camp [/blockquote] |
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