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Post by ripped. on May 3, 2008 19:04:14 GMT -5
White paws padded against the ground as she ran, running for simply the pleasure of feeling the wind blow her fur back. Finding herself in an open moor, she ran on, but then slowed down, letting the pace fall to a trot. The femme's brown pelt contrasted against the green grass, making her easy to spot out. She had no enemies though, so she would be alright.
...Right?
Blinking the thought away, she took this moment to catch her breath. But she couldn't shake the feeling somebody was watching her. Parting her jaws, she caught no scent, other than the grass of the moor. Not even any prey, reminding her she hadn't eaten in a day. So why was she worrying? Just feeling a bit paranoid today, yeah, that was it. Nothing important.
But who's there? [/blockquote]
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Post by Brambles on May 3, 2008 19:22:12 GMT -5
It would have been easy. Too easy. One pounce and a snap of jaws could have killed the brown feline in mere seconds. But he watched, stalking her as if he would prey. And yet she was prey; to him at least. Any who neared him labeled themselves as potential victims to his claws and fangs. But this one was different. And he enjoyed stalking rather than end the fun with a swift paw. Pale brown, almost cream pelt did not blend too well with the lucious green grass. But this was his terrain, and he could make himself be unseen if he wished. Yet Beige remained crouching, letting the tall stalks of grass keep him hidden. And, to his luck, the wind stayed in a constant path. Leaving the tom upwind of the feline. [/color][/size]
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Post by ripped. on May 3, 2008 19:30:39 GMT -5
She looked around, her icey blues scanning the grass frantically. She could feel her pelt warm underneath someone's gaze. After the departure of her brother a few moons ago, she was able to take care of herself, but the loss of her brother at her side made her feel vulnerable in the open moor like this. Adalia wasn't going to be the idiot to say, 'Who's there?' or 'Show yourself.' That's a deathwish, and she isn't dense enough to do that. So she, instead, crouched low to the ground, her slender body pressing against the soil as she took a few pawsteps into the grass, away from her previous spot, in hopes of escaping whoever was in the moor with her. [/center][/blockquote]
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Post by Brambles on May 3, 2008 20:13:27 GMT -5
A smile broke across the tom-cats lips as the feline crouched down into the grass, becoming hidden from the toms view. She obviously knew someone was watching her, stalking her. But it was most obvious that she knew not who it was where, or where he was. Beige sighed inwardly. His fun was over, now it was time to strike. The pale bornw tom raised himself to tower above the stalks of grass, staring directly at where the feline hid. He smiled wretchedly, tail lashing behind him in angst as the tom called out. 'Come now, don't cower before me. I'll be sure to make it swift.' [/b][/size][/color]
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Post by ripped. on May 3, 2008 20:50:04 GMT -5
Adalia gazed back into the tom's eyes, trying to hide her fear. Not wanting to oblige to what he said, but not wanting to seem fearful, she stood straight on her paws, her gaze not leaving the tom's. "Kill me if you want. What good will it do you?" She dared to challenge him, somehow managing to keep her voice steady.
[xo.ox.xo.ox.]
Emerald orbs watched in the distance, skillfully kept hidden behind the stalks of grass. Enjoying the little show, the tom continued to watch, remaining still as he kept in his spot. Interesting...this silly little femme has some courage after all. He thought, surprised the other tom hasn't struck her down. Then again, he knew from personal experience that if you can, toying with your prey is more amusing than getting the game over with. [/center][/blockquote]
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Post by Brambles on May 3, 2008 21:00:22 GMT -5
Beige smiled bemusedly, paws carrying him forward as he walked in circular fashion around the dark brown feline. Seeing as she so easily revealed herself, why not have some fun? 'What good would it do me? Why, it would give me some entertainment. But I don't think it would do you much good at all.' The slight breeze that ruffled his fur shifted slightly, brushing his pelt on the right side now. The pale brown tom-cat halted his continuous motion, skull raising slightly. Since the wind changed direction, it brought to his nostrils a new, unfamiliar scent. That of a Clan at, presumably. Beige smiled crookedly. Wonderful, even more cats to mess with. He would have to finish this feline first. Claws unsheathed as Beige began stalking again, crouching slightly in preparation to pounce. [/size][/color]
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Post by ripped. on May 3, 2008 21:11:02 GMT -5
Adalia unsheathed her claws, her neck fur bristling. She'd be no match for this tom, because of her size. She could make a run for it...no, she couldn't, he'd chase her anyway. But she was lean, and practically built for running, so she had a chance. Just maybe.
No. That'd show she's scared of facing him, which she's not. Is she?
Adalia kept her pools of icey blue on him, not blinking. She bunched her muscles, preparing for whatever attack will come.
[xo.ox.xo.ox]
His eyes narrowed; the tom scented him, so he knew wasn't alone. Crimsonstorm mentally cursed, crouching flat to the ground, but just enough so he could still speculate what was happening. He felt a longing to rake his claws down the femme's fur, digging into her flesh, but restrained himself. If he could, he would leap in. If not, he'd slink away and act as though he never left BlazeClan territory. [/center][/blockquote]
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Post by Brambles on May 4, 2008 14:09:12 GMT -5
ooc// Just thought I'd point this out, but you've been posting in white and me in black xD
bic// Fangs glistened in the sunlight as Beige smiled at the wiry feline. Her claws had become unsheathed, and her neck bristled. The simple act made Beige curious. He had expected the loner to run. It was obvious she was no match for him. But then again, mabye she knew the tom nearby and wanted to impress him, were he watching. Beige playfully sat back on his haunches, lifting a paw and running his tounge over the ivory surface of his claws. 'I can smell your fear. So why not just run off and lengthen your life.' Amber ops flicked upwards to stare malovelently into the feline's blue ones. 'For a few seconds at least.' [/size][/color]
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Post by ripped. on May 4, 2008 19:05:53 GMT -5
ooc:: XD I didn't notice that! Lol xP
Adalia's blue orbs flashed with anger, but she stayed still for a split-second, debating what to do in that quick speck of time. Her legs went against her mind, and she whirled around and took off, the blades of grass making a soft wist sound as her fur brushed against it. She knew she'd only have a few seconds to live, and if she was lucky, maybe a minute or two. What she didn't expect, though, was when she leapt into a less grassy clearing, was to find a muscular, glaring tom awaiting.
[xo.ox.xo.ox]
Crimsonstorm saw where the femme was fleeing, and it was towards him, and she seemed unaware of his presence. He took advantage of this, and padded backwards a few steps, emerald visionaries not blinking. She landed on her paws, and her blue eyes widened with fear as icey blues met pools of green. His claws already unsheathed, he raised a white paw, bringing it across her cheek. Unbalanced and caught off-guard, she stumbled. Crimsonstorm's ops looked up, expecting to find the other tom. [/center][/blockquote]
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Post by Brambles on May 4, 2008 20:50:47 GMT -5
Beige sighed bemusedly at the feline as she tore off across the meadow towards the woods. 'Oh, so unwise.' He muttered, simling evily to himself. The pale brown tom-cat launched himself forwards, tearing after the dark brown femme in pursuit. Amber ops followed her fleeing form as she lept into a grassy clearing. Then, to Beige's surprise, the wiry feline seemed to stumble and fall. The dark brown form fell from Beige's view and, in her place, stood a muscular tom. Beige's pace slowed slightly, and he loped towards the Clan-cat. The rogue called a sarcastic greeting. 'So I'm guessing female's just fall for you wherever you go, huh?' [/color][/size]
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Post by ripped. on May 5, 2008 7:22:25 GMT -5
The brown tabby snorted. "I don't even know this scrap of fur," Crimsonstorm retorted, emerald ops glancing at her to make sure she doesn't scramble off. He turned and started padding around her in a circle, eyeing her carefully. "She seems like easy prey though," He commented, glancing at Beige. He wasn't about to drop his guard and assume Beige won't attack him by surprise. Crimsonstorm lifted a white paw, claws out, and brought it down her side, but not deep enough to draw blood. "Easy prey." He suddenly dug his claws in, tearing them out.
[xo.ox.xo.ox]
She stayed on the ground, to terrified to do anything else. If she got up, she knew that she'd be struck back down and probably killed in a matter of moments. If she remained where she was, she might have a longer time to live, even if it was only a minute or so. Then Adalia felt his claws run against her skin. She shivered. She had to bite down on her tongue as his claws dug into her, and quickly were taken out. Not thinking, she scrambled to her paws and ran in a random direction, tripping and falling after just a few steps. [/center][/blockquote]
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Post by Brambles on May 6, 2008 17:24:51 GMT -5
A toothy grin spread across Beige's maw at the tom-cats first response. The Clan cat almost reminded Beige of himself, in an odd sort of way. Amber ops followed the tom as he circled about the feline, who had so far remained motionless upon the ground. As the Clan cat placed his claws atop the feline's side, Beige caught the barest hint of a shiver running along the femme's length. Claws flexed into the ground as he waited. She would snap. Anytime now.
It was almost perfectly timed, Beige's countdown. Nearly right after the tom-cat had removed his claws from the feline's bloody side, she had bolted. Beige lunged, smiling mid-leap as the feline stumbled and fell. The pale brown rogue landed beside her, claws unsheathed as he placed one directly above her neck, poised for a fatal blow. Amber ops flicked towards the Clan cat as Beige smiled wryly, admitting, 'I like you. You're my kind of merciless cat, you know?' [/size][/color]
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Post by ripped. on May 6, 2008 20:36:16 GMT -5
Crimsonstorm grinned in reply to the tom's confession, his sharp fangs revealed as he did so. "You're not too bad yourself," His emerald visionaries lit up a little, then flashed down to the femme. She was on the ground, her flank rising and falling with each breath she took in. Blood was welling from the wound Crimsonstorm inflicted. At the sight of the red liquid, his grin spread a tad wider, the tip of his tail twitching. He walked over to the two loners in almost a casual way, before standing beside them. He wondered if the she-cat would try and escape while Beige's claw was hovering over her neck.
[xo.ox.xo.ox]
Pain flared in her side where the tom's claws had dug in. Adalia closed her eyes, not wanting to look up into the face of who would be her killer. She was no match with the two toms against her, and she knew that. "Please," Her mew was barely audible, even to herself, but it was visible that her lips moved as she meowed that one word. It was like a desperate plea for this to be over with, instead of these infernal games these two were playing with her. Just get it over with. [/blockquote]
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Post by Brambles on May 8, 2008 18:50:02 GMT -5
'I don't mean to brag, but I must agree with you on that.' Beige purred bemusedly in response to the thus-far un-named tom-cat. Amber ops flicked down at the feline. So pathetic, groveling in pain beneath his very claws. It would be so easy to just kill her there. Beige sighed with a smile as the dark brown femme begged, though rather softly. Neck craned as skull swung towards the tom-cat walked casualy towards them. Beige skipped to the side, claw still hovering over the feline's neck, as he made room for the tom to approach. 'Will you do the honors? Or shall I?' [/color][/size]
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Post by ripped. on May 8, 2008 20:50:10 GMT -5
Orbs of emerald flicked down at the femme, and the blood that was welling freely without anything to stop it. "You started this, so I think it's proper that you be the one to finish," Crimsonstorm mused, his eyes flicking back up to the tom that didn't share his name. Crimsonstorm's claws remained unsheathed, but they weren't being put to use at the moment.
[xo.ox.xo.ox]
Adalia's plea was noticed, and she mentally cursed herself. But she knew she had to accept this, because there was no way she would be getting herself out of this dillemma. Her blue ops stayed shut tight, not able to bear the fear that would rush over her if she were to glance up, two muscular, merciless toms who planned on killing her while she was down. But without looking at them, she felt like a coward. Either way, her icey blues weren't shown, her breathing hitching each time she breathed, the pain flaring in her side. [/center][/blockquote]
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