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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on May 29, 2008 12:24:17 GMT -8
Not learning, little one? Well there goes all my fun. For until you know how to win, Your worst nightmare shall begin. Seth almost laughed. This would be an easy battle. He wouldn't even have to lift a paw. It's what he expected in young cats like this one. They didn't catch the important details the first time around. As she slid across the earth, he once again took a flying leap out of her reach. The she-cat's claws sliced nothing but air. She was fighting of the earth, when he fought of the air. She would never catch him until she left the earth as well. He landed lightly on his paws as if he had no weight, creating a pattern in the dirt as he turned to face her. He smiled. "I see the kittypet doesn't have much to offer," he spoke, his expression bored. "You're going to have to learn that to beat warriors, you have to surprise them, and adjust to their techniques. You fight like a kit!" He smirked. Lashing his tail from side to side, he waited for her move. *** ~Pantheress~ I had my teeth locked in his hind-leg, his cried of agony echoing across the clearing like a melody of death. He lashed out a barbed claw toward my face, but I released his leg and managed to stay clear of the attack. He barreled into he, his weight driving air from my lungs as we crashed into the dust if a whirlwind of fur, teeth, and claws. He tried to pin me with his powerful paws, but I sliced a deep wound right above his eyes. He staggered back, blinded by his own blood. I charged. Feeling the air rush around me in a torrent, I tucked my arms against my body and rammed my head into his chest. I regained my footing, watching his sail across the clearing and land hard on his left leg. He tried to get up, but fell back down the instant he put weight on his leg. I bounded over, digging my claws deep into his fur. His front paws weren't crippled, however, and they caught my side. The wound wasn't deep, but I wasn't used to being hit. I kicked his broken leg, making him scream. He bowed his head in defeat, dragging himself toward the bushes and the unconscious body of his companion who I had already defeated.
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Post by L a m b on May 29, 2008 12:36:02 GMT -8
Step aside, you forgot what this is forFiverWe fight to live, we live to fight And tonight, you'll hear my battle cryEntertwined in a thread of lies entertwined in a thread of regret but as you watch I release your words you speak are so true so now I advance, doing as you do Optics glowed in anguish as once more he sprang away from her, she rolled over and back to her paws, audits flickered up now catching his lyrics, as if were a mentor, she sat her small bod' down, and listened as he spoke, she realized he was right, she would have to adjust. So if he kept jumping, then she should spring after him... Skull had lowered and then snapped up, optics glewing in a look, smirk spread across her mug, something evil and sinster emerged from her, as Fiver's ivory hued mug parted, and a yowl erupted, so cold, so hostile.. Her weight was lifted, and she raced again at him with surprising speed, and acted as if she would slide under him again, but as he jumped (sorry for the powerplay) she sprang with him, her pad lifting up to claw at his facade... Don't Aide Your Enemies... Nothing Good Will Come of It
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on May 29, 2008 13:06:01 GMT -8
Fight with your mind, follow my scent, Don't allow your body adolescence. For you do not know how close to death you have come, If you wish to live, you have choices, choose some. As Seth sprang, his body caressed by air one again, he felt Fiver leap too. Her body fought against the air, rather then allying with it. Seth shook his head. Such a promising young she cat. All she needed was a powerful mentor... She slashed through the air, Seth would see her paws entangled in invisible threads of wind. He wound around her attack with the essence of a snake in water. Her claws barely grazed the tip of his fur, no blood was shed. Seth pushed off the trunk of a tree, soaring beneath Fiver. His paws soundlessly hit the ground as he launched himself back up into his haven in the wind. He turned in mid-air, sweeping the space where her ears lay. But then Seth saw it. Fiver felt the wind's caress. His attack soared right above her, missing it's mark. They both landed. Seth looked over at Fiver, fatherly proudness glowing in his eyes. "Such a promising young she-cat," he purred. "You know how to learn quickly. You have a powerful mind and the heart of a warrior. Imagine. Imagine what we could accomplish... together. I can teach you techniques unlike anything you've ever seen before. I can help you become the greatest warrior in the forests. "Look beyond your own life. Can you see it? How great you can become under my influence? You could become powerful, feared! Imagine never facing the title of kittypet again! You could be not a warrior, but an empress! A goddess!" Seth gazed at the she-cat. Would she have the strength to accept his offer, or would she show weakness and refuse it?
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Post by L a m b on May 29, 2008 13:18:30 GMT -8
And this is how it looks when I'm standing on the edgeFiverAnd this is how i dissappearTemptations Sweet like Candy Yet sour like Candy to SO much like Candy Dare I refuse OPtics sliced now, as she watched him, watched his attack, moved with the wind, dodged..She felt herself falling now, falling from her world, from the air, into her mind. Pads caught the ground, and jerked her back to the real world. His lyrics twisted into pinned audits. They were lies, she was stronger then he knew. She knew to resist, something bigger would have to happen, something that could , actaully make her coem willingly, but what was it? She knew that she wasn't truly s kittypet, it was part of the sweet, innocent, role she played. Growl rrumbled deep within her before it flew out, flew fledged, turning into a scream, and after that her screaming lyrics tumbled siftly from her opened mug. "What title? I don't Label myself as a kitty-pet, because I'm not. I just choose to live in a run-down house on two-legged property, which happens to be owned by the drunken excuse of an owner. So no, I'm not a kitty-pet. I'm more then that, I'm more then you could ever dream to be,I'm not weak enough to give into your little promises. No, your going to have to try harder.. "She was flying through the air at him. Optics sliced, something growing in them, regret, anger..It was unknown...Claws iunsheathed she flew through the air, and landed infront of him, yet out of his reach. She sat down though, didn't not attack. He could be the father she never had, but little did she knew how close her real father was...Skull lifted and she waited...Waited for his attack..waited..Always waited..
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on May 29, 2008 13:40:45 GMT -8
Seth braced himself for her attack... but it never came. He watched with interest as she landed not two tail-lengths in-front of him. What was this? Seth had seen many surprising events in his life, yet young cats never seemed to drop the aspect of surprise. He watched curiously through expressionless eyes. Fiver looked at him, as if waiting for him to attack. He did not. He felt respect toward the she-cat, and wouldn't harm her if she was the one who allowed it. He felt as if he should say something, he opened his mouth. No words came out.
He gazed into her eyes. She said something there. He couldn't read it. He felt a wave of disbelief. For a second, he felt as if he were once again a kit, being sternly punished by his mother. He dismissed the thought immediately. He was Seth, ruler of the BloodGang! How can this little cat seem so wise?
What would happen next? Would she surrender? Attack? Or join him, despite her earlier comments?
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Post by L a m b on May 29, 2008 13:51:31 GMT -8
Brother, my brother What are we fighting for?FiverWE've got to end this warIn truth how can one so formally admit them selves? How do we appoint ourselves better then the other The day has changed my life, will it change yours? I learned none are greater,none are better We are the same and deserve the same every living thing deserves Optics locked onto his, as if searching for something in the,m before she looked away. Her mug parted, and her paw waved up to the sky, as her lyrics tumbled into the air. "You belieave you are greater, do you not? I belieaved I'm greater did I not? In truth neither of us are, now are we? But if you continue to go on with your plan, what will it make you, more powerful, I doubt it. You'll regret your choices, now don't shake your head, I know you will. I know you'll regret your chocies, like I regret mine. You'll lay awake at night, and the victims that fell dead at your paws will haunt you, for a time you'll rejoice in them, but then you'll begin to dread them. Dread what you've done. "Lyrics spilled out, knowledge, yes. Yet, it was also something else. The tricks she often used, to make other srealize they we're wrong, she used them on every cat that threatened her, eating away at them until they backed down, if that didn't work then, she'ed attack once more..
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on May 29, 2008 14:04:21 GMT -8
You may be wise, Or is it a disguise? Your never wise until you're old, And know more than what you're told. Seth knew this speech. How many times has he heard it before? They always say the evil toward others will result in evil inside yourself. 'You will be haunted by the very memories you create.' But they didn't know what he knew. His motivation was one that made him numb to the pain of others. His own fear blotted out theirs. What did he fear? The very worst. The very ones who were hunting him as he sat here inside this hollow. Did they know where he was? He couldn't help but allow his head to lash in the direction of a breaking twig. He HAD to become powerful. He HAD to stand a chance. He HAD to create around himself a barrier... or he would die. He suddenly remembered the she-cat was so close. He turned his gaze back to hers, hoping she hadn't traveled with him into his worst fears. He couldn't let some 6 moon kittypet result in his death. He had to hurry! "So what will it be!?" He snapped, all signs of the powerful Seth gone. "Stop wasting my time and just tell me your answer!"
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Post by Måø§† on May 29, 2008 16:52:08 GMT -8
It was Bandit who had depended on the whole of Echoclan to discover what choices he was faced with. But the connection between his dreams, his visions, and reality had never been found. Not for moons, and at last he knew he must leave. What he had hoped for would never be faced, and little choice remained. He had left what little of a life he had had in the city, leading useless cats through dirty streets attacking whatever lay in their way. The Clan had no intention of accepting him, what was he now? A loner? A small shiver coursed through his spine as he faced the fact that maybe he was. Outcast, rogue, to which terms did not suit his life. Or was it his life that did not suit the terms.
Silver figure gleaming in the early sun, his silhouette seemed to fly across the earth, claws digging up what earth could be unassembled. His powerful yet slim muscles seemed to become sturdier the more he ran. The scents of juicy prey filled the air, and Bandit soon realized how hungry he was. Mouth watering he stopped at a large flat clearing, trees towering and crooked on all sides. The ugly appearance seemed to be accompanied by the loud yowls of protest and battle. The prey would have to wait until later. Pushing his hunger aside, Bandit was faced with the dying curiosity. Yet he knew what was at stake. And he knew what he would risking everything for. Bloodgang. Their existence was no longer a secret, it had crept through the forest for rogue to rogue for moons now. Stories, warnings, and those who dared, invitations. But the idea of becoming part of another gang chilled him, wasn't that was he was running away from? But if they had answers, what if his fate held Bloodgang install.
From a distance he saw fighting, arguing, persuasion and refusion. But in the center of it all powerful and thirsty Seth dodged the strokes lain by a young she cat. Although the tom had fresh scratches across his ear, the she-cat looked restless, out of breathe. And Seth was clearly winning. His bold and unworried moves proved it. This cat was toying with the cats around him. He knew he wouldn't be defeated, and he only wanted fun. Wether or not these cats joined him was no concern, they would join or die. How much blood had his claws shed. How much more would they shed?
Planting himself underneath a small patch of undergrowth he watched. Sympathy ran through him towards these cats, how much longer could they last? Atlast the young she-cat was faced with the most hardest of questions she would face at such a young age. Would she join these blood thirsty cats, or would she deny their request, die?
And Bandit knew he was next, he couldn't escape Bloodgang. But he knew he wouldn't run opened pawed to their mercy, Bloodgang had the most convincing ways of persuasion, ones that caught the very spine of those who were against them. Were all the cats so blind to what they were faced with?
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Post by L a m b on May 30, 2008 4:04:18 GMT -8
Face Away and Pretend that I'm notFiverNO, your gonna listen to me LIKE it or NOT Listen child Listen to your lies Listen to mine regret Fear Hate Loveless Life
Fiver's optics held a hint of amusement, the small she-cat didn't move from where she'd been, no...She was winning, eating at him, making him live the lies he put aside. Mug parted again and whispering lyrics easily floated across the clearig, like a butterfly dancing through the sky... "My friend I already gave you my answere. Now tell me, are you living the life you want? Are you enjoying seeing the hollow look of crimson-hued cats as they fall dead? Perhaps even your own comrads...do you enjoy tricking them? Feeding them lies, that you know will never come true?"Fiver's optics once again were locked on his. Her differen't hued bod', glowed when the weak sunlight finally danced through the tress, landing in dappled shades on the floor, ctching the orange hued part of her pelt, and amking it shine like the sun. Soft optics ere the color of grass, she held no anger there, in fact they were blank, still locked on his.
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Post by Rose on May 31, 2008 8:06:22 GMT -8
The silver spotted tabby dodged yet another blow from her attacker, noticing with a cool attitude that the large, burly tom in front of her was getting quite annoyed. Not far off, Fiver and Seth seemed to be locked in a battle of persuasion and wits, while Pantheress was beating each cat she saw as usual. Slvana smiled. This fight was actually fun, for is showed her that she was still at the top of her game when it came to battling.
Orange eyes burned with fury as the rogue launched herself toward the scarred BloodGang cat. She could see the surprise in her eyes as he was bowled over by her weight. For a heartbeat the two tumbled in the dirt, tufts of black and white cat fur and tabby fur floating though the air. Then the tom was atop Slvana, his jagged claws at her throat. "Join or die." he hissed, shoving his maw into her face.
"Never." Slvana growled. With all her might, she shoved her strong hind legs into his soft belly. The tom, letting out a yowl, expierienced what it was like to fly. Then, gravity kicking in, he slammed onto his side into the hard-packed earth. There he lay, unmoving as Slvana casually stood. Her eyes flickered around the clearing, slightly surprised to see that every BloodGang cat had been defeated, save for Seth.
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Post by Rose on Jun 1, 2008 14:48:15 GMT -8
There was little sound as a member of BloodGang raced through the fields, his eyes fixed on the dark forest that loomed ahead. He could hear the faint traces of yowling; It seemed Seth, his new leader, was prevailing in his quest for members. His large, battle-honed paws carried him across the sun-baked soil quickly. It seemed like only a few heartbeats from the moment he set out to the moment he was under the shelter of the ominous trees.
Steppingstone pushed forward, easily hiding in the shadows with his black pelt. Two yellow/green eyes peered from the gloom as he drew closer to the fighting. Now he could smell the blood. Oh the sweet scent! He was drawn toward it like a bird was to the sky. He continued forward at a quickened pace, his eyes narrowed.
In no time the tom was at the battle scene. Three unknown rogues and four BloodGang cats. But wait. Were the rogues unknown? He let his gaze travel over them. A silver spotted she-cat, a black she-cat, and... His heart stopped and time seemed to slow. He would know that third loner from anywhere. Her movements so like his, yet her pelt a mix of both of her parents. It was one of his kits that he had abandoned so long ago. And now she was threatening what he supported. A growl rose in the tom's throat only a heartbeat before he sprang for his kin. Claws extended and eyes narrowed, he was not going to let this threat get away again.
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Post by L a m b on Jun 1, 2008 14:57:47 GMT -8
Hey Dad look at me Think back and talk to meFiverDid I grow up according To plan?The memories twist resefuaced and now they're here And I watch frozen in time Skull snapped around as the new comer flew, Fiver about to turn and meet him in battle, but something snapped. The grey cat..steppingstone, dad?...thoughts ran through her head, memories. Just seeing him made her freeze, yet she snapped back, and rolled away, before she once more sprang ot her pads. Mug parted and disbelieafing lyrics rippled through the air, making time freeze.. "Dad...."Optics grew full of sorrow, the anger she'd fell towards him efore dissolved. Her small bod' began to shiver, rocking her bod'..Skull was shook she couldn't fight him, She wouldn't...Never..
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Post by Rose on Jun 1, 2008 15:04:21 GMT -8
Steppingstone realized with horror just what he was doing moments after he left the ground. He was attacking his kin, his blood, his daughter. A pain of sorrow struck him. His last memory of Snow....
Twisting to the side suddenly, the tom landed not on her but the ground about a tail-length away. For a moment, he couldn't move. The tom was still in shock. His limbs were rigid as he turned on the spot. The battle faded out, even Seth's figure was a mere shadow. "Fiver?" He called, his voice sounding lonely in the foggy world of memories.
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Post by L a m b on Jun 1, 2008 15:15:10 GMT -8
I got no place to run They'd love to watch me fallFiverI'm a lost cause Not a Hero..Someone once told what was gone, was forever lost I belieaved them now i watch as it crumbles the truthes I once knew were shredded to lies His voice erupted into her audits, joy and sorrow competed with eachother, as her pads lifted her off t he ground, and she raced towards him, her skull gently reached up to his audit, where soft lyrics intertwined the air... "Yes"She lowered herself, skull gently pressed againtist his ragged chest-fur..Purr tripped from her maw..His scent, resounded of bloodgang..She knew what she had to do..She'd have to join....Join just to be with him..
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Post by Rose on Jun 1, 2008 15:19:33 GMT -8
Steppingstone began a shaky purr himself as he felt his young daughter press close against him. Ducking his head, he began to lick the top of her skull as a mother would. He could hardly believe this. His daughter, once lost now found. How could this have ever happened?
The next time he looked up, his eyes were filled with long-held tears. He gazed down at Fiver, swallowing slightly. "I'm so sorry," He whispered, "I didn't mean to leave you all alone. I....I didn't know how to raise kits and after your mother died.....I just couldn't do it. I didn't have what it took."
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