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Post by Torn on Jun 10, 2008 11:00:41 GMT -8
The swipes came towards her like bullets. A quick swerve sent her out of the path that the alabaster paw followed, but with a consequence; Scarface's claws scraped down the top of her head.
The first of many wounds that she recieved as they attacked her in turn. She fought back and dodged, lashing out and trying surprise attacks.
See how they like it.
(Sorry its a bit weird and short, I have to go and see my new puppy!)
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Post by fissurepelt on Jun 10, 2008 16:14:16 GMT -8
Without saying a word Blaze jumped onto one of the cats. He had never thought of fighting these cats but he just felt he should just try. As he landed on one of them he bit as best he could to what would send him off.
ooc; kinda lame.
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Post by Silver on Jun 13, 2008 17:47:32 GMT -8
Alley trotted happily into the barn, fresh prey in her jaws. She had been hunting out by the forest, back by her old camp. She had been sniffing around for Match at the same time, and thought she had caught his scent before losing it after running around wildly, trying to find him. She opened her mouth to call out for Shell, but stopped when the stench of blood reached her, followed by battle cries. She dropped her catch, flattening herself. Her eyes darted around for the battle, and spotted Shell fighting a huge rat abouve in the hay loft. Blaze, another loner who shared the barn, was locked with a strange she-cat. Quickly, Alley buried her self quietly into the hay, hiding her scent and barely allowing her to see. The attacking cats a similer smell about them, as if they had lived together for a while. Could these be Clan cats? she thought horrified. But gut insticts told her these cats could not be them. She shrunk even further into the hay, amber eyes wide.
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Post by L a m b on Jun 13, 2008 18:37:28 GMT -8
My flower, withered between The pages 2 and 3 The once and forever bloom gone with my sinsScarfaceNemo letting goNobody I am nothing I feel nothing for I have nothing to feel I love nothing for I have never been love I am nothing becuase that is what I was taught I am second to everyone That is going to change...
Fire seared through Scarface, a fire he was used too..The itch of being hti, that swarmed through his body...But quickly switched the button iin his head to the on postion..Show no mercy...Scaface's bod', arched back, Drawing himself alrger, as he snarled something viscouis to the other tom...Who laughed as he raced past Scarface, once again, but instead of swiping at the she-cat, he jumped at her back...Scarface's optic glowed with something, something pure evil..He turned and yowled towards the other two that were attacking the tom (blaze)..His lyrics flickered like Fire in the air.. "Show no mercy, but don't kill them, atleast not yet... we must bring them to Seth.."..Cheetah.. The strange spotted she-cat's nares flooded with the scent of a cat, Bloodgang slipping through the shadows, obvouisly commanded by Scarface to leave..And then...A new scent, her paws itched to attack her, and bring her to Scarface himself,show him she wasn't as weak as he though she was.. but then she would be punished, by Scarface, or worse Seth..Scarface wanted to trap them inside, so she stepped away from where she stood, and crouched down in the shadows..As the other cat walked past, and slipped into the barn, she returned to her post...And mewed, a rustic meow.. Scarface.... The cats should wear down soon, it shall be around time to call in the second patrol..A mew, rusted through his audits, threw the sounds of the battle away..Flesh....There was another cat that had entered the barn...The other cat would have to wait, or perhaps it was time to call in the other patrol...Scarface's, bod' was still arched, yes it was... "Attack my friends, attack the rotted excuse for cats, bring them down..NOW"..Cheetah.. Cheetah's audits surged with the sound of Scarface's lyrics..She yowled to the group that Scarface, had put her in charge of, and they surged in..Cheetah, her flame sparked, and Ivory spotted coat, and icelandic blue eyes..A large tom, with thickset shoulder. A skinny she-cat, darkest color of night, fast and feirce..And a striped tom, the color of snow, who's pelt illuminated the barn..Joined the battle.Both tom's set out in search of the new cat that had entered, while the Ebonite she cat lunged at Blaze..Scarface, nodded towards Felsh, and they both raced off after The she-cat, that Scarface had been attacking before..Both jumpi ng at her from different sides.. Nemo - Nightwish
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Post by fissurepelt on Jun 14, 2008 10:41:59 GMT -8
Blaze suddenly saw other cats stream in though he was to occupid with the cat he was fighting. He didn't care what would happen but he jut kept fighting. Blaze struck his teeth on the cats neck. As long as he could try he did what he was to do.
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Post by Silver on Jun 14, 2008 18:07:20 GMT -8
If cats could scream bloody murder, Alley probably would have. And i'm talking really bloody murder. More cats flowed into the large barn, joining the battle. A few must have scented her through the hay, for they were approaching. Adreniline kicked in, hard. Fight or Flight? There was no way she could take on these cats. Maybe she could have stood a chance before, but she had become fatter and slower in the barn. Maybe they weren't looking for her? Yeah right. Though she had grown lazy, that didn't mean Alley couldn't run. To Alley, it felt like she had whirled like a flash of lightning and burst through the hay. She streaked past the barrels of hay that was now becoming blurrs, bolted through the faded red doors. RunrunGetAway Get Away!! were the only things that ran through her mind as she sprinted through the field outside the barn. Alley's ears were pressed to her skull, eyes now in slits, barely avoiding trampling her tail. She lost focused on everything around her, putting all her attention on the da dun da dun, her paws smacking the hard earth. Faster and faster her feet pounded the dusty ground, her legs working in overdrive. The quick, paniced rhythme soothed her, making her confident she could out run these monsters. She caught blobs of yellowy colors; wheat whipping by. Suddenly, Alley remembered Shell and Blaze, but her legs wouldn't stop; they were going too fast. She couldn't stop, not until she was far away, back home with her family, were there was no need for this adreniline rush. She didn't dare look behind, to see how close her pursuers were. Muscles screamed at her, but she couldn't feel it. Sometimes, she couldn't even feel her paws touch the ground. She was flying, sudden fear pushing her forward. Fight or Flight... I chose flight ( :
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Post by Torn on Jun 17, 2008 12:08:14 GMT -8
A pattern of stripes snagged on the corner of her eye. Flicking her gaze over, she saw Alley's tabby shape disappearing from sight. Something fell inside her; the end of their friendship had come. As she fought down the looming sense of disappointment, Shell thought of what she and Alley had shared. Prey... Words... Company... But she was gone now, it was time for the present.
The tabby she-cat almost sunk her teeth into her own already bleeding fur. What would you have done? A voice in her head asked impatiently, making Shell realise that she would have done the same, however cowardly it was. Her own skin came first.
Shockingly, she realised Scarface was still there. She swung round, the hair all over her bristling and her teeth bared. I have to get away from these cats. Well... one of us does. She shot a look down at Blaze, seeing him fighting hard. Her teeth gritted, she narrowed her eyes at him. Although she had alerted him to the cats' presence, he wouldn't have escaped anyway. I gave him a chance to fight. Shell told herself detirminedly, thinking that they would have found him anyway.
So, who's gonna' escape? Me or him.
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Post by fissurepelt on Jun 17, 2008 15:08:23 GMT -8
"Run Shell. Run as fast as you can. I'll catch you later," yowled Blaze, still fighting. He didn't care if he'd die, as long as he fought for his friends. He didn't care if he would die unless he knew that those he hung around with where ok and out of danger.
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Post by L a m b on Jun 17, 2008 21:22:15 GMT -8
To fight this thing, until we've wonScarfaceWe drive on and don't look backIn the end you know you cant win I believe that even our efforts shall kill us Scarface, let out an annoyed hiss has he drew back, they couldn't escape, yet one was...He looked at Cheetah, a harsh looked condemned in his optic.. "Don't let them escape, Cheetah go fetch the brave hearted one will you.."With that he returned to His victim,, blood thirst striked his sun-hued optic, has he glared menacingly at her.. "I told you not to run, not don't. If you come easy, your life will be an enjoyable one..If you don't.."Lyrics trailed off, as Scarface, looked at his blood-stained claws, before he returned to the fight, flashing at the she-cat, looking to grab her hind leg, anything..A strange look clouded his optic... ....blood.... ..Not now.. .wait. And here i am Cheetahjust a ghost to the worldWhy do I obey listen is it out of fear no its out of love The small, lethal bod' of cheetah.. His lyrics twisted to her audits, she sprang away from the poor victim, and optics raked over the barn, til they landed on the fleeing she-cat, with which, the two toms were trying to catch. Hesitation, wasn't an option..She leapt to her paws and in one fast motion,out the barn, in the grass. Pads skimmed The ground..Speed..Race..wind..She almost forgot the task at hand, until the she-cat, came to her vision...Her ivory hued bod', and orange specked faced, went even faster..Closing the distance..Her tail was a rudder. the toms far behin..Cheetah, named after the wild cat..Fast and furious..Was all she was..a cheetah..Claws tore up the grass, dirt..keeping paw hold, pads large, pressed down on the grtound.. Time was running out..Who'd be victorious? Frontline Pillar Anthem of Our Dying Day Story of the Year
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Post by Silver on Jun 18, 2008 17:38:00 GMT -8
Alley spared only one glance behind her; and nearly gave up then. The two toms who were originally chasing her had peeled away; given up. However, now another cat was coming up behind her. And fast. In the glance she had managed the new predator had covered a fox-length in a few strides. And it had only been a glance. Her pursuer had ivory fur with orange flecks, reminding her of her mother's stories. Their great ancestors had once been a lean cat, who could run as fast as the wind. The BloodGang cat gaining on her reminded her of what she had imagined as a kit. Back then, she had imagined a strong, magnificent cat. Now she saw what was hidden behind the glory. A true predator; a killer. She imagined that large body, those quick strides after a rabbit, trying to outrun the beast. And right now, Alley was a rabbit being hunted.
And then, Alley was mad. Mad that she had left Shell and Blaze. Mad that she had wasted her time in the barn instead of looking for Match. Mad that Match was even missing in the first place. Mad that her stupid stubbornness had prevented her from going home. Mad that she was running away. Fury boiled up inside Alley quick and hard, like wild fire. She had to lose this monster, no matter what it took. Quickly, Alley sprinted off to the side. Left, right, left, right. Alley zig-zagged, back and forth, anger her new adrenaline, pushing her even faster than before. When Alley realized that her tactic was making her lose speed, she tried a new idea. She guessed by now that the she-cat following her had figured out her strategy. So instead of diving to the left again, she whirled around to face her, never slowing her stride. She charged, hoping to catch her surprised. With a mighty leap, she tried to fly over the she-cat, back to the battle...
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Post by L a m b on Jun 21, 2008 17:37:09 GMT -8
save meCheetahfrom the nothing I’ve become Feel the blood pump through you winding its way around you as you follow despite your mind
The fear that played across the other she-cats facade as she glanced back, almost made Cheetah stop, this is what she'd become, she'd become this because her love for Scarface was to great..To great for her to forget, and act as if it wasn't there..Her heart went out to the she-cat, and she began to slow a little, never gaining,but never losing distance. The other she-cat zig-zagged back and forth, Cheetah's own smalll lean bod' had no trouble following her, but she acted as if she did..But as teh she-cat whirled around to race at her she let out an annoyed hiss, she'd get in trouble by Scarface for letting the cat escape, but it was better then the alternative.. NO, CHEETAH THINK..Get the cat, show Scarface that you can be a Bloodgang cat..show him yourr stregnth, He might love you..But he doubts you, prove it to him. Cheetah, watched as the she-cat, raced forward, Cheetah Gained her spped, and now barreled after the other cat. Her ivory hued, bod' flashing now, she-cat soared over her, Cheetah whipped around on a dime, and raced after her..Againtist what her mind said to her, about letting the she-cat go, she lunged at her..Claws out stretched, Though not sharp as they could be because of who she was, but thicker, and stronger, then most cats, they were dog claws, used to run..
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Post by Silver on Jun 24, 2008 12:02:59 GMT -8
Something dug into Alley's skin, but she twisted out of their grip and continued to sprint back toward the barn. She was frightened to find she was slowing, her muscles tired from such strain. Would it be so bad to join these cats? a voice asked tiredly from her head. These cats are hurting my friends! she responded, just as tired. There was silence for a few moments. You know there's no way they could get away alive. Maybe, if you gave up now, they wouldn't kill you and you could convince them to leave your friends unharmed, The voice argued. Alley slowed even more to consider this idea. Could she really get away with that? She was so tired, so tired of running from everything. Maybe, they could lead her to Match. Maybe she could run away if she couldn't stand to stay. Alley slowed to a complete stop and turned to face her pursuer... "If I gave up now... would you leave my friends alone?" she asked her frightening follower. "I'll come quietly if you just let them go..."[/b]
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Post by L a m b on Jun 25, 2008 6:21:53 GMT -8
In spite of the way you were mocking me CheetahActing like I was part of your property The flower withered like the soul cut in half deciding if my love or the freedom of another is more important The soft, sound of pads that fly, barely touching the ground..Freedom Icelandic optics, were locked on the she-cat, as she raced forward the she suddenly stopped..Ivory and orange hued bod', wa close behind, yet she stopped, autimatically, dust flying from her paws..comically...Yet not. As she stood still you could clearly see her, a white bod', with sun-hued spots on her skull. A small bod', with a narrow head, large pads, Ebonite claws that were never retracted, a long rudder-like tail, that swayed behind her, That large area for her lungs, and the muscles in her legs, she was built for speed, not fighting..Her bod' could hold no one down, despite the muscles in her pillars..Audits flicked up from their hidden postion on her skull..The she-cats lyrics twisted in her mind..Knowing that would never happen, but she had to buy some-time.. "Perhaps..."The one word respresented her lyrics, soft..silent, like water rushing away, but you could never hear it..Optics ran over the she-cat, and into the barn, as if she was decding her answere, in realitly she was looking for Scarface... A sigh snaked from her mug, to busy to even look out for her..Her mug parted, once more, and any sorrow that had been seen before, was hidden...Icelandic optics grew harsh, and her voice laced into the air.. " Come on It's not up to me to decide.."Watching she waited for the escaped to realize they had to enter back into the barn..
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Post by fissurepelt on Jun 29, 2008 15:43:10 GMT -8
Blaze didn't look to see if Shell ran, but he kept up to what he did. "I'm not going to do anything of what you say unless you hurt one of them," meowed Blaze, not caring if that meant being captured. "I will never let those two she-cats get hurt though it might be to late to save Alley."
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Post by Torn on Jul 9, 2008 12:52:00 GMT -8
Shell stared down at Blaze. He wasn't running. That means he was giving her a chance...
The choice lay in front of her, impossible to decide. Stay, or try to go, like Alley? Maybe she'd find her, if that spotted cat hadn't caught her yet. Maybe there were others, fighting them too. A flare of hope flicked up inside her. Find them, and she could help get them away.
So, she crept over to the edge of the hayloft. Then leapt and ran for it, blinded. Her legs burnt as they worked furiously, back and forth and back and forth. Anything to try and get away.
"I'm sorry!" She yowled to Blaze, then realised her mistake. As she had turned towards the tom, a claw hooked into her pelt. Wildly she wiggled, then felt it rip back. The scratch burned fiercely, but she kept on running. But she'd given them time to catch up.
No time to think. No time to talk. No time to act. Time to run.
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