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Post by Crystal/Nokoli on Feb 9, 2010 22:00:10 GMT -5
(OOC: was SPARROWPAW PEOPLE =D Poor Sparrowpaw, it's been leik forever since he became a warrior >.>)
Sparrowblood walked around the border, having been made warriors, with his brother Skunkhunt. They had decided to celebrate by walking the borders, with pride. They were just taking a walk, no hunting or anything.
"Hey, Skunkhunt, this is awesome, isn't it?" He had a touch of happiness in his voice, for he couldn't stop grinning or taking a extra little leap in his steps. His eyes shined in happiness. It felt like forever since he had just because became a warrior.
After a little bit, he jumped onto a big rock, and exclaimed, "YAY! I'm a WARRIOR NOW!" He happily slid down the rock back onto the ground, ignoring the cold against his fur. He giggled, as much as a cat could, and sighed.
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Post by Amber on Feb 9, 2010 22:07:01 GMT -5
Skunkhunt merely blinked at his brothers antics but couldn't restrain the smile that found its way onto his face. Forcing himself to frown as if in a stern manner, he tutted. "As am I," he remarked, "But do you see me acting like a mouse-brain?"
He rolled his eyes and scoffed. "With all that noise, you've probably scared off all the prey from here to Ten Stones." Since they were new warriors, they had not been invited to the Gathering, but apparently that did nothing to dampen Sparrowblood's spirits. Skunkhut closed his eyes and frowned genuinely. He felt a little left out himself.
Then they flew open with surprising force. "Get down!" he hissed, "Behind that boulder! Behind something!" He shoved his brother rudely into the shadow of the rock so he would at least be halfway concealed and then spun around, fur on end. A low growl rumbled in his throat as a fox emerged from the undergrowth.
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Post by Crystal/Nokoli on Feb 9, 2010 22:29:12 GMT -5
(OOC: responding to the widening of the eyes >.>)
"EH? Onii-chan?" Sparrowblood picked up the word 'onii-chan' from a foreign cat he had spied on talking to what he assumed was it's brother.
He stayed as painfully still, in the shadows of the frozen boulder, then he heard the fox come from out of the undergrowth. What? WHAT? He flattened his ears, suddenly scared. He tried to calm himself down, but it wasn't working...
He saw a flash of the fox from the darkness, the glowing eyes. His tail fluffed out, in a bottle-brush-like tail. The male tried flattening himself more against the frozen rock, but he was already as much as he flat as he could go.
He wanted his brother to hide, too. Being the only one to hide was lonely, and scary...
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Post by Amber on Feb 9, 2010 22:34:51 GMT -5
Meanwhile Skunkhunt had no such thoughts. The only thing in his mind was to protect his 'baby' brother Sparrowblood. Actually, they were from the same litter (and he was actually the older one) but the black-and-white tom still treated his brother like a kit.
Arching his back and giving a loud yowl of warning, he froze for a moment to assess the fox's strategy. When its muscles tensed he knew it would not retreat. So with no other logical option, he charged.
The tom-cat was hissing and spitting in fury as his claws made contact with the foe. He tried to tackle it to the ground but found the task too difficult as he was still a young warrior and the fox was full-grown. Changing tactics mid-pounce, he clung to the fox's chest and swung his whole body weight to the left. Unbalanced, the fox stumbled a little, but did not fall.
Frustrated, Skunkhunt released it and flew to the side, landing on his feet with an unusual grace. His yellow eyes glinted unnaturally and he lunged again, but this time the fox was prepared. As he ripped his claws down its shoulder it lashed out with a forepaw, knocking him backwards. He somersaulted a few times and then crashed into the rock wall, where he lay crumpled and unmoving.
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Post by Crystal/Nokoli on Feb 10, 2010 19:28:05 GMT -5
Sparrowblood stayed still as he could, once he heard his brother's yowl. He shut his eyes, and kept them closed. It would do no good to alert the fox, at least he hoped it wasn't alerted to him yet.
He wanted to go after his brother, but he wouldn't....then he gave this idea up and ran to his brother. "ONII-CHAN! ONII-CHAN!" Once he got to the other, he curled up against him, not bothering with the fox. "Onii-chann..."
The fox saw him, then it went after them. Sparrowblood turned to the fox, and growled at it. "Gooooo awwwaayyy.... mouse-brained fox!" He stuck his tongue out at it, and buried his head into Skunkhunt's fur. He couldn't fight it, he knew that...
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Post by Brambles on Feb 10, 2010 20:28:57 GMT -5
...xx...The fight inside is coursing through my veins...xx...
Before the fox could come within striking distance of Sparrowblood, a flash of brown and white fur shot out from the surrounding foliage. Ivory claws flashed out and hooked into the fox's shoulder as the cat leaped over him, rolling on the ground and dragging the fox with him. Releasing the beast, the tom-cat rolled with his attack and ended the fluid motion on his paws. Blue eyes flashed with anger as the tom spoke. 'Begone, foul beast!' Without wasting a beat, the cat lunged forward again before the fox could fully recover from the first attack, sinking sharp fangs into the base of the neck. The fox yipped and tore itself away, retreating a couple steps. The tom did the same, lowered on the ground, poised to strike again. Mustangchance had arrived.
The IceClan tom stood between the fox and the two toms, acting as a barrier for them to escape. He craned his neck slightly so they could hear him clearly, but where he could still keep an eye on the scowling fox. 'Skunkhunt, try and wake up Sparrowblood. If you can't I need you to move him out of here.' The tom's voice was slightly raspy, due to his age. He wasn't as young as he used to be, and knew it would serve to the fox's advantage. Yet Mustangchance had the will to fight yet, and would bring it all to the table. The fox finally moved, lunging out at Mustangchance. The tom dodged and attempted to counter-strike, but the fox was too swift. It leaped away, then jumped forward again, slicing into Mustangchance's jaw and nose with razor-sharp claws. The tom hissed and backed away a step, icy blue optics glaring at the vermin.
...xx...The fight inside is breaking me again...xx...
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Post by Amber on Feb 10, 2010 20:54:35 GMT -5
A thin white she-cat trotted calmly from the bushes, blue eyes gleaming with a fierceness unknown to most cats her age. "Shame on you, Mustangchance," she joked, trying to lighten the situation as she raced towards the threat. But her voice was laced with a hardly contained rage. She flung herself at the fox and landed square on its back, holding fast even when it shook itself wildly.
"I was going to let those two apprentices learn their lesson before I saved them," she went on, though the calm tone had disappated. Her gaze was almost aflame with fury. I'll teach you to prey on the young! Having lost her only litter to a badger, she was extremely protective of younger cats.
Dewdrop sunk her ivories deep into the back of the fox's neck, hoping to strike a vein. She had no such lunk. Frustrated by her attack, the fox reared up at that moment and she lost her grip, clinging only by her forepaws now - her teeth had been yanked free and her hind legs pulled away.
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Post by Crystal/Nokoli on Feb 10, 2010 21:35:41 GMT -5
Sparrowblood blinked, and relucently lifted his head from his brother's warm fur. "O-okay" He nudged at his brother, thinking this wouldn't work, he bit his ear. Not to hard, but enough that would wake anyone up...that was not just flung against a rock wall... "Wake up, onii-chan! Wake up!" He nudged him again, a little bit harder.
The fox shot him a glance, but he ignored it. He swished his tail, before he grabbed Skunkhunt by the scruff. Onii-chan is sure ...heavy... I can't even pick him up! He grunted a little bit, before starting to draw his unconscious brother to the bushes, where they will be at least semi-protected.
He stopped a little bit, to catch his breath, before he started again. Once the calico was finally there, he let go of his 'onii-chan', and he looked back at the others, Mustangchance and Dewdrop.
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Post by Brambles on Feb 10, 2010 21:52:46 GMT -5
...xx...If I'm a bad person, you don't like me...xx...
[/i][/center] Mustangchance snorted in response to Dewdrops initial words, though it was all in good humor. 'Shame on me? I'm older than you yet, and you treat me like a kit! Bah!' The brown and white tom leaped forward again, seeing Dewdrop being flung about by the fox. The tom yowled a battle cry and sunk ivory claws into its shoulder again, using his own weight to pull the fox down. Unfortunately, this move placed the fox right above the IceClan warrior. However, the tom knew this would occur, but did it anyways to help Dewdrop. Mustangchance began pummeling the fox's underside with his hind legs, tearing into the soft flesh with his claws. the fox yowled and tossed Dedrop aside. Mustangchance began to scramble away from the vulnerable position, but the fox was ready. The creature leaped on top of Mustangchance. The IceClan warrior hissed and swiped at the fox's muzzle, drawing blood. But it was undaunted. Through a flurry of claws and hisses, the fox lunged down and sunk its fangs into the tom's neck. Satisfied, the fox leaped away, yellow eyes flicking between the remaining cats. Poised and ready for more. Mustangchance hissed with pain and fury, dragging himself away from the fox. White fur was stained with scarlet blood as it flowed from his neck wound. The bite was deep and well aimed, having struck a vital vein. Blue eyes began to cloud over as the tom lost strength. The fox yipped once more, then bounded away out of sight. Mustangchance looked up at Dewdrop, managing a weak smile, and spoke. 'Not bad for an oldie like me, eh?'
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Post by Amber on Feb 10, 2010 22:12:30 GMT -5
Dewdrop rose from where she had landed, disoriented, then noticed Mustangchance. Eyes widening, she muttered a quiet, "No.." Her sister's apprentice. How could she let this happen? Although she probably had a severe head injury - things were swimming around her - she took off after the fox with a snarl. Her paws stumbled a little, but she managed to hare away into the pine trees.
Even in her old age, she managed to catch up to it - it was limping from a shoulder wound. Blood will spill!, she thought as she sprung onto the fox with paws outstretched as if in eagerness. She tore into the larger creature's flesh and made jagged cuts hopefully straight to the bone. It collapsed, apparently from shock or perhaps playing dead. The old female took her chance and leapt for the animal's neck, sinking her fangs into the back of it again.
But this time her mark was true. As the fox ripped itself away from her and stood, she leapt back with a cruel smirk upon her bloodied maw. The red-furred being before her seemed to keep moving for a while, if only in defiance. It lunged for her sloppily and she dodged, but on the second try it had the weary she-cat pinned. It scratched feebly at her, attacks growing weaker.
It gave one last jerk, stubbornly, and caught her across the face. She went tumbling away and hit a tree trunk. The lupine stared after her for a heartbeat and then fell forward on the snow.
Meanwhile Skunkhunt rose from beside his brother, gaze lost. "Wh-what? What happened?" he asked softly, smelling blood. He darted out from the bushes and then spotted the older warrior lying on the icy ground. "Mustangchance!" he cried, voice pained. Then the young tom simply sat himself down beside him. He would stay with him. He had a debt to repay...
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Post by Brambles on Feb 13, 2010 17:49:43 GMT -5
...xx...When we start killing...xx...
[/b][/i] The pain that he had initially felt died down slightly. Relief flooded Mustangchance's senses, knowing that the throbbing would soon be gone. But panic came with it, knowing that it could also mean he was passing into the void. Part of the old tom's stubbornness told him that he couldn't give in so easily. Yet, common sense began to seep in. Mustangchance was old, and his kits were doing well on their own. He had served his term as leader of IceClan, and was down to his last life. Perhaps it was time for him to join the ranks of DreamClan...Already, his paws had grown numb, and the feeling was slowly seeping into his stiff limbs. Maybe that was from the ice, though. 'Mustangchance!'[/i] The old tom's name was called. Stirring his thought process and pulling him back from the black expanse that had been closing in on him. Eyelids cracked open, revealing misty azure optics, as he searched for the source of the voice. Crouched beside him was the warrior Skunkhunt. His voice had been strained with anguish. Mustangchance managed a weak smile at the tom. Maw opened in an attempt to speak. At first, nothing came out. Then after a moment of painful coughing, Mustangchance spoke. 'Do not worry over me, young one. It is my time to join DreamClan.' A gurgling cough erupted from his maw, and blood pulsed from his wound, adding to the already massive pool beneath him. Catching his breath, the tom spoke his last words. 'Take care of IceClan....and protect my kits.' Mustangchance closed his eyes for the last time, exhaling. The blood pulsed out once more, then halted. No heartbeat to pump it out. Mustangchance had died. ...xx...It's all coming down right now...xx... [/size][/blockquote][/center][/b][/i] |
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