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Post by Autumnpool on Mar 17, 2008 12:45:48 GMT -5
Autumnpool launched herself at the nearest rouge, defending her clan. She would not let th rouges go on with this.
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Post by Torrentstar on Mar 21, 2008 18:14:01 GMT -5
Darkheart's eyes narrowed with pain as he clawed, crazed, at the nearest rogue, aiming for its eyes. He heard a yowl of agony, gnashing teeth, and the sounds of scuffles. He looked around in a panic for Nightfang. Could the young warrior handle herself in battle? He questioned it. She wasn't prepared...she wasn't ready. Could Nightfang get through this?
Darkheart's gaze locked on the pure white female, and his eyes widened as he realized that she was holding her own, even in the chaos.
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Post by Nightfang on Mar 23, 2008 14:50:16 GMT -5
Nightfang could feel cold sweat run down her face. Her fur sticking to her soaked even though it wasnt very humid. She was tired. She had taken on a few rouges herself. She urged her muscles forward even harder with every blow she gave to this rouge. She will win. She wont die. She wont leave Darkheart alone.... this thought struck her. She knew that she had thought about loving Darkheart before but this thought was true. She could just leave Darkheart. He had been there for her many times when she could have easily died. Cloudclan could have had her head if he wasnt there.
Althought this attack was bigger than planned. Nightfang found herself somewhat enjoying herself. She hadent been training or practicing for weeks. This adrenaline felt great. She had felt tired at the beggining. But now. She was treating it as a workout.
She knew Darkheart could see that. One hit to the head, one to the knee, one to the face. Repeat. It wasnt a bad strategy. Except they could see it coming after a while. NIghtfangs white fur didnt exactly help her because rouges had sharp eyes and she couldn't sneak around.
Nightfang walks over to Darkheart wearily. "Darkheart, how do you feel about me? i meen, not as an aprentice but a warrior. How do you look at me?"
Mightfang after that felt weak. Unsure of what he was going to say. So she lunges at the nerest rouge that was by Darkheart and knocks it out. Such force. Such meening. Such reason.
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Post by Autumnpool on Mar 29, 2008 21:51:20 GMT -5
S:Shadowpaw ran through the scene, full of energy. 'I have to get to the nursery!" she thought, mind eager with thoughts. As she reached it, there was a rouge in the way. Mosspaw was attacking it by herself, so Shadowpaw decided to help her by attacking from behind.
C: Crimson watched the clearing, which was alive with his former friends. he could see everyone; except for one cat. "Ember!" he called out, frantically searching for the she.
M: Mosspaw frantically scratched at her enemy, who was slowly invading the nursery. Suddenly, it collapsed with a hiss, and Mosspaw saw Shadowpaw on top of the rouge. "Get'm while he's down!" She screeched, and Mosspaw bite as hard as she could on the rouge's neck.With a screech of pain, it quickly shot off in the other direction. "Nice job," Mosspaw panted.
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Post by Torrentstar on Apr 14, 2008 17:42:01 GMT -5
Surrounded by writhing masses of fur, Ember whipped around, searching for Crimson in the crowd. "Crimson!" she yowled, anger transforming her mew into a shrill shriek of pain. She clawed at a rogue, throwing herself on top of it, spitting with fury.
Darkheart stod silhouetted in the entry of the nursery, preparing to stave off attacking rogues. He bristled, tail comparable to a bottle brush and rigid. His massive oval paws kneaded the soft soil, and his eyes narrowed to coppery slits, reflecting light.
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Post by Autumnpool on Apr 19, 2008 11:19:32 GMT -5
C: Crimson heartbeat stopped at a shrill shreik that rang throughout the clearing. EMBER!
Spriting with all his might, Crimson launched himslef at the rougue and clawed and bite until it ran away. "Are you okay?" Crimson asked Ember.
M&S: Mosspaw twitched her ears as she heard another cat approaching. " Get ready," she whispered to shadowpaw, and the pair jumped on the intruder. "Don't you dare come near our kits!" Mosspaw yowled, scratching him with all her mght.
( After we scare the rouges out, are they going to go for the kits that are listed to be taken like Poppykit?)
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Post by Torrentstar on Apr 28, 2008 16:38:27 GMT -5
OOC;; Well, if the rogue roleplayers ever come back, then yes, they will go for the kits.
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Post by Torrentstar on Apr 28, 2008 16:39:36 GMT -5
Ember panted, "I'm fine. Really." She shook her pelt to dislodge ruby droplets from a scratch across her shoulder, and turned back to Crimson, pacing impatiently. She was restless, and it showed.
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Post by Autumnpool on May 1, 2008 18:20:46 GMT -5
Crimson searched Ember's face for any expressions of pain, and finally meowed, " Okay, i was just making sure." With a gentle cheek rub, he sprang onto the nearest Rouge's back, and resumed fighting.
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Post by Nightfang on Jun 18, 2008 20:40:34 GMT -5
Nightfang was in the middle of a one on one battle with a rouge that possibly couldn't be worn down. There was blood all over the battle grounds from cats she didn't know to cats she only knew by there ranking. All that mattered was that these fiends didn't get to the kits. She wouldn't let the miscreants ruin such beautiful Emberclan lives they had ahead of them. She heard that they had gotten off with one kit. Whether that was true or not. Another youngin' wasn't about to be taken.
A stage of self-shock came over Nightfang. All around her everything went silent. Although, clearly, nothing had changed. She was still off in battle against a tough rouge who probably had a plan to kill her. All she knew was that if she took this one down, there is one less evil cat to worry about.
Nightfang couldn't keep her mind off of how crystalstar was doing.
Or.
How darkheart truly felt about her. Did he only see her as another apprentice? or was Nightfang different from all the others he has taught?
She pondered on these thoughts somewhere in that little space at the back of your head that never stops.
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Post by Goldenstar on Jun 19, 2008 8:42:45 GMT -5
Icefang was in the heat of a battle with a tattered rogue. He had worn the beast out, and it wouldn't be long before it finally tired, and got close enough to Icefang's slashing claws for the kill...
Goldenstar was a blur, whipping a claw out here, helping an ally there.
She would have continued her lightning-quick aid if a rogue hadn't spotted her, recognised her as a leader, and come after her.
The orange tabby finished helping one friend, then turned around...right into the snarling face of a grey tom.
Her first reaction was to stumble backwards. Her second was to slash at the tom's face, blindly, hoping to reach something.
She tore his nose, and he recoiled, hissing, but he pressed forwards instants later, an attack ready.
Before she had time to move, he had bitten on her left flank, hard enough to draw blood.
Screeching, blood pounding in her face, she launched herself on him, heedless of the pain in her leg and in various other wounds she had aquired.
The last thing the tom would see was a tabby face, teeth drawn back so much he could see half an inch of gum. And then there was nothing...ever.
Sakie was enjoying himself.
He was quite possibly the largest cat in the close vincinity to himself, and he liked it that way. A bully to the core.
Tearing the throat out of the cat he had been dealing with - a pretty tortoiseshell less than half his size - he turned his smug face towards another rogue.
"How goes the battle?" he asked.
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Post by Torrentstar on Jun 19, 2008 11:40:00 GMT -5
"Fine," Ember snarled, her fur puffed out so much it would have looked ridiculous had it not been coupled with the nastiest look imaginable. Her eyes were narrowed with hatred, pupils slits. Her lips were drawn back tightly, exposing her sharp ivory teeth. "But, then, why would you even care, Sakie?"
She faced him, heedless of the screams of pain and carnage behind her, claws digging into the ground as she restrained herself. Her paws skittered along the moss, twitching as she fought to hold herself back from tearing out his conceited throat. She wanted so badly to smack the smug smirk of his face; her paws itched with the desire.
Crimson was somewhere around her, she was sure of it. But where? Frantically, Ember searched for him, while glaring at Sakie.
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Post by Autumnpool on Jul 21, 2008 12:23:02 GMT -5
C: Crimson immediately launched himself on top of Sakie, trying to get a proper hold on his slick black fur.
A; Autumnpool ran to the nursery to check on Shadowpaw and Mosspaw. Everything seemed to be going well in the nursery, and the kits weren't stressed at all. Deciding she wasn't needed there, Autumnpool put herself back into the battle.
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