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Post by L a m b on Sept 12, 2008 19:32:09 GMT -8
Hush it's okay Fiver Dry your eyes
Falling harder harder the fate that no one can contain no one can fight off
The dog's jaw had taken hold of her, slamming her back to the mud covered earth. It's claw shad raked across her bod', crimson blood building over her bod', he young cat's bod' shook, rapidly, numbness came to her legs, and slowly worked it's way up to her different hued facade. But suddenly the dogs had stopped, weren't there...Yet she could not move, many places in her bod' having been smashed to bit, or ripped, by the great creatures daggered ivories. Before sight faded, optics had just enough time to glimspe Seth, and fear locked her heart...Before skull rolled to the side, and optics shut, closing, silently a 'tear' rolled from it, and mind faded away...Not dead, but now she was close, to many beatings in one day, to much blood lost, to much for a kitten to handle. Breathe shallowed and almost stpped, as the blood began to stain the ground, rapidly.... Scarface stared in shock as Seth rushed forawrd but refused to beleaive the real reason, beleaving Seth only wanted to keep the dogs starved. Weight shifted and he flew down, sailing over the rotted earth, and landing near seth, letting out his rustic mew, the dogs' heads swiveled, as he easily spun around in spead unknown for him, in a tight circle he raced, the dogs on his heels..giving only seconds for Seth to escape...With or without the she-cat.
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Post by Torn on Sept 13, 2008 3:32:39 GMT -8
Ridge's large eyes were wide with shock as first, the young she-cat fell into the pit. The dogs took advantage of her, gripping her skinny body in their huge jaws, flinging her into the fence that contained them. Ridge thought he heard a crack, but he couldn't be sure. Then a sickening thud, accompanying the pool of scarlet that spread from her fragile body. Her scream was blood-curdling.
Then something he didn't expect. Seth leapt down, standing in front of the kitten. He didn't understand. The light in her was rapidly fading. Surely, his leader didn't think that she would live? He leaned in, then felt himself topple as Scarface leapt past him into the fray. Ridge hissed, then felt himself fall in too. Scarface ran around in a tight circle, jaws of death following. What the heck were they doing?! Not glancing at Seth, he launched a heavy attack at the leading dog's face. It snapped up, and Ridge felt them connect to his stomach. But it was slippy enough with mud and filth from the rubbish forest that he could get out. Blood gushed into the dog's face, making it throw its head around. Ridge was flung off, hitting the fence hard. Pain lanced through his back and stomach alike. The blood seemed to have stopped flowing, but was still dripping. Drop, drop, drop. Snarling, he cursed Seth's leap into the pen and drove himself back at the dogs. They couldn't stop him. Biting back the bile that was rising in his throat for some reason, he wove in between the dogs legs. One tripped over him, staggering into the dog in front and the leading hound. The breath was dragged out of him as a huge leg landed on his injured stomach. The ones behind skidded to a stop, confused as to why the other dogs had fallen. Then the blood-lust returned as they spotted the ginger tom, turning red underneath. Ridge scrambled up, looking round wildly for Seth or Scarface at the same time as backing away from the advancing dogs.
Why would he want to save that kitten?
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Sept 14, 2008 13:52:21 GMT -8
I may appear a powerful force. ~Seth~ But even the coldest of hearts is immune to the memories held inside.
I am a miser of my memories of you And will not spend them. -Witter Bynne
The faintest waft is sometimes enough to induce feelings of hunger or anticipation, or to transport you back through time and space to a long-forgotten moment in your childhood. It can overwhelm you in an instant or simply tease you, creeping into your consciousness slowly and evaporating almost the moment it is detected. -Stephen Lacey
Yowls of battle struck the air like a clap of thunder into the descending night. The presence of his followers averted the dogs from his flesh, and he sunk his teeth gently into Fiver's scruff. A small arch in the fence's foundation was aligned twelve tail-lengths away. Although Fiver was young, she was not a kit. He would not be able to climb with her as an anchor to his jaws. The muscles in his neck rippling, Seth lifted Fiver mostly from the ground (although her feet still dragged) and began to haul her over to the narrow exit. When he finally reached the escape hole, he lay Fiver upon the ground and used his forepaws to push her through, making sure she was far away from the dogs on the other side.
Teeth sunk deep into his leg, and he released Fiver in surprise as jaws dragged him back into the pen. Craning his spine, Seth scored his claws down the dog's muzzle. But the dog shook him like a rag, and threw him heavily into the shack's side. Blood grew lively in his ears as he slowly dragged himself to his feet. His eyes ducked in and out of inky water as he regained his thoughts and leapt onto the roof and out of reach. "Retreat!" He yowled down into the pen, fearing that his carelessness would lose him followers. And especially not Ridge or Scarface. He would need them, come the battle.
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Post by Rose on Sept 14, 2008 15:01:09 GMT -8
Rose watched calmly as first Seth, then Ridge and Scarface, leaped down into the pit to save the apparently worthless Fiver. Frankly, the red second couldn't figure out why her leader and fellow commands had risked their fur to save her. If it had been her, she would've let the dogs tear her to pieces. It would have, to say the least, have been intresting.
Looking down into the pit again, she took in the sight that was provided to her amber eyes. They provided a sort of sick fascination to her. The angry, hungry eyes that stared up at her. The large, deadly jaws that snapped at her in vain. Some of the dogs looked large enough to swallow a small cat such as herself whole. These wretched demons, starved to the point of death. But it was needed. A vital force in this plan. All part of Seth's huge plan.
Turning to see Seth leap upward and yowl a command, she stared at him with an unasked question in her eyes. Her amber gaze never left his as she rose to her feet and took a few steps forward. Why?
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Post by Torn on Sept 15, 2008 5:42:46 GMT -8
"Retreat!"
Seth's command saved his pelt. They could all leave, now he was done pulling the she-cat away. Ridge leapt up onto some tires, hissing down at the dogs jumping at him one last time and jumping back onto the roof, just as the tires toppled and collapsed onto the two dogs that had followed him. They yelped in surprise and darted back, staring as the tires bounced.
Ridge threw his head up and laughed. The dogs looked pathetic leaping back at something he'd caused to fall on them. But also at the sheer exhilaration that he'd survived. Seth's strange desire to save the tri-colored youngster hadn't killed them all. Or had he? His green eyes scanned the pen, searching for Seth and Scarface. He spotted Seth's grey and brown fur at the edge of the pen, next to a small hole in the fence. The rescued she-cat was lain a little way from the hole, on the outside this time. Scarface's hairless body was nowhere to be seen.
Seth meant to save, but did he kill one of us?
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Post by L a m b on Sept 15, 2008 18:06:52 GMT -8
i can ride my bike with no Handlebars Scarface i can ride my bike with no Handlebars
Loyalty can mean many things life or death somewhere in between
Retreat The words stung through his pinned audits, as one of his daggered claws struck a 'dog's' muzzle, scoring it, ripping down. Angering the creature even more, feeling it's large ivories flash at hime, but darting out of the way with the strange movement that was himself. One golden optic glowed of fire, he wasn't leaving until Seth was out....Loyalty can be your down fall, and other times... Weight shifted and his different hued bod' was thrown through the air, he wasn't dying now, not until his kits were born, not even after. Claws touched down on an approved targe, as he landed on the back of one of the beasts. Feeling it's bod' jerk rapidetly as it tried to thrown him....A strange look crossed his optic, one that would send one into death by fear...the real Scarface. His claws were raking down the creature's back, as it flung itself desperatley, his mug twisted and ivories sank deep into the creatures rough hide. Blood tainted it, him..Smirk, insane..Grew over his hairless facade...Audits flicked slightly listening, for Seth...He wasn't out...let the ride continue..
No handlebars Fiver no handlebars
To stop thinking moving breathing
Just barely aware of being thrown somewhere, skull fell limply to the side, scarlet blood rolled from it, and optics, that were wide open, but unseeing were struck with fear. One of her small pads were crushed, nothing more then a tangled mess, scored red, and torn almost in two. Scratches scored her flank, so she looked like nothing more then a pile of blood herself. Pain was ripping through her, sending her in to fits, as tthe blood continued to pour...Scream was given, but nothing more then a gurgle of blood...Opics shut, breath was shallow...To shallow.
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Sept 16, 2008 20:11:21 GMT -8
Give me your loyalty, ~Seth~ And I will give you power.
But give me your love, and I will give you nothing but heartache.
Piquing down the side of the shack, Seth drove himself with an unseen force toward the place where Fiver lay, just beyond the barrier of intertwined metal and wire. He gripped her scruff tenderly between his jaws, pulling her back toward the BloodGang camp. Seeing the skeletal frame of a cat still lost in battle, Seth dropped Fiver for a moment to yowl: "Scarface, the battle's over! Get out of the pen!" A small line of crimson droplets tailed behind him. Fiver's blood was escaping too quickly. He pulled her quickly into the center of camp, laying only the ragged remains of a once young, lively fela. Almost desperate, Seth yowled out to the cats in his alliance.
"Whoever can heal or knows medicine, please come forward. This cat needs help!" Greeted with silence and fear-filled gazes, Seth waited for any sign of hope.
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Post by Torn on Sept 17, 2008 9:26:02 GMT -8
"Whoever can heal or knows medicine, please come forward. This cat needs help!"
Treepaw looked around him. The cats of BloodGang remained silent, staring in shock at the small body. It seemed like he and Seth were the only cats left in the rubbish-forest. The thought sent shivers down his spine. The black apprentice stepped forward. He seemed the only Clan cat here so far. Even if he was a warrior apprentice... His sister Vinepaw was the medicine cat apprentice, and she'd babbled on to him about it. Even if he hadn't always listened, Treepaw had still learnt a little from her. Trembles rippled through him, but he stepped forward.
"I know... something, at least. But I'll need to get herbs. I think I saw some at the edge of the dump." He forced his voice to sound brave as he spoke to the brawny tom, whose harsh eyes burned into him as he spoke. He looked at the she-cat. She couldn't be much older than him... her fur was stained with blood, going lighter and darker in places. Her breathing was very shallow, and she looked as though StarClan - or whatever she believed in - were claiming her. Ridge - a huge, ginger tom - approached behind Seth, sniffing at Fiver and whispered something to him. He perked his ears and picked up the sound of his words. "Are you sure theres any point? She looks... almost dead already."
I can't save her, its impossible... what will Seth do to me if I can't?
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Post by L a m b on Sept 17, 2008 14:28:21 GMT -8
Me and my friends Scarface understand the future
Explosion inside my heart is sewn to one and no other And where is she now...
Seth was out, not even hearing his lyrics, the hairless tom had easily with the moment of the bucking dog, flew up onto the roof, and slid down the other end, in what seemed like one motion. Lightly paws touched the rotted earth, and the look that had appeared in his one sun-hued optic faded, and silently, in his slouching postion made his way over. Optic landed on the she-cat, hiss was given there was no hope for her...turning his back, he slid over to Cheetah, who had silently been watching an expression never washed over her facade. Scarface's weight shifted as he sat down next to her, and gently curled his furless tail around her ivory-hued pelt. Saying nothing, but watching the hopeless seen unfold....
I don't want you to give it all Fiver up
Dear Seth, you would make a brillant leader you are a brillant leader if only you weren't power hungry...
Spasms shook her harder, life was just barely playing behind closed optics, which flickered open for a moment, one word burned into the air... "Seth...." It was a whisper, it was also possible to beleaive she had never said anything, but she had....Not being able to finish the sentence, not even knowning if her life would go on..She could hear a distant voice, calling, no not calling it was screaming, screaming at her to follow it, into another world, into a darkly lit forest, that seemed to have no end..and yet there was another place, filled of star's..Neither was inviting..End it, end this....End me..She wanted to scream, the pain fighting, hodling, screaming...Shaking, winning...What was the chance she'd survive, not even slim..Death was here, just waiting to attack...
*dang that post sucked*
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Post by Torn on Sept 17, 2008 22:46:39 GMT -8
(Sorry about scankiness) His heart wrenched out of his chest as Fiver forced out the words. "Seth" Looking up at Seth, his eyes pleaded at him to let him go and get herbs. He pulled out some cobwebs from underneath the axles of the old buses wheels and tried to keep them from curling up. Sticking them to some of Fiver's wounds, he looked up at Seth's hard face, amber eyes meeting his hard crimson ones. The color of blood... the thought bought a shiver to his spine.
Blood in the soul, blood on the claws.
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Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Sept 30, 2008 16:21:16 GMT -8
To be loved is to be dropped over a cliff. ~Seth~ For you will never know when they will take your parachute, and let you fall to your death.
Seth nodded to the young tom, flicking his tail at the other cats as is assuring them to do the same. "Look beneath the rotted tires on the left side of the clearing," he ordered. "And bring Treepaw some water-soaked moss. Whoever finds useful herbs will be given an extra portion of fresh-kill tonight. We need to start stalking up for the battle, after all."
With that, Seth returned to the dog's pen and made sure there was created to damage to the fence. He did not want anymore mishaps before the battle. It could cost him his victory. Feeling reassured, Seth padded back to the camp and disappeared into the bus. He perched atop the first seat nearest to the wide window, and watched the camp with a crimson glare.
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Post by Torn on Oct 1, 2008 12:44:03 GMT -8
Fiver's still body's breathing way shallow. A tabby handed him some cobwebs, which he pressed clumsily over the worsts of her wounds. What else would he need? Racking his memory, he remembered Falconcry treating his scratches with... something that had orange flowers. Beginning with 'm'. Why couldn't he just remember for ten seconds!! A hiss escaped his teeth, but he shut it as quickly as tit escaped. He could have gone to find some, but he didn't want to leave his patient. So still... Was she still there? Or was she greeting StarClan already. It didn't occur to him until a few seconds later that she probably didn't believe in StarClan, or even know about them. But what would that matter?
You shouldn't be thinking about them. Part of BloodGang or not? A voice sparked in his head, it's voice acidic. Wincing, Treepaw returned to the she-cat, blocking it out. A wild glance around showed him that some cats were picking out useless weeds, not knowing. Sighing, he gestured to a white she-cat to watch her and bounded off to the edge of camp. White jumped up and began to follow him, slower from weakness. Treepaw slowed down so she could catch up with him, and whispered urgently to her.
"White! Wha- What are you doing?" She stared at him with her green eyes, then they carried on. They reached the borders of the camp, with only a few guards posted along the perimeter.
"It really is a prison..." White murmered, staring up at the edges to the dump. The guards stared at them. White travelled along it, leading the trailing Treepaw behind her. Her ribs still stuck out... but her eyes had reclaimed their spark. She stopped when she reached a tiny patch of green grass. She laid her paws gingerly on them, sighing in relief. Treepaw snuck in and picked off a few sickly stems of ma-marigold! That was it. The smell bought memories back into his head.
White eyed the forest sadly, but didn't move. She returned to his side as he started back to where Fiver lay.
"Don't you think... you want to escape? Theres going to be a battle... I don't want one." White whispered to him. Treepaw couldn't reply...
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Post by L a m b on Oct 11, 2008 8:36:15 GMT -8
Trigger Between Fiver My Eyes
Farther now Farther away Farther into needing you
Crimson blood seeped through the dew flecked cobwebs. Mug parted and gasp ripped from her mug, she wanted to kill herself, but couldn't move. Death was upon her, like she would be upon prey. Someone would need to tell the resistance what she had learned. Yet, no one here could be trusted...She'd already sent Alley away, and had faked her death here....Optics closed, shudder passed throguh bod'. Optics fell upon the stars...Why, who were these cats. Why were they here...She remembered what some cats had said about the cats in the stars, she'd always beleaived it a myth. Staring around now, jaw hung open. Mug parted and soft lyrics lit the air, in starClan... "I can't die..." But the lyrics of the other cats were firm, it was time for her to go...Sadly skull turned around to look at her lifeless bod'..Stars were rimming her pelt...LOoking pleading at the star colored cats, cry escaped her.. "But MATCH" They shook their heads though, and beckoned her closer... Pads would not move though, 'tear-filled' optics started pleadingly at them...Mug was parted again, as she screamed at them.... "LISTEN TO ME, I DON'T WANT TO DIE YET..." it faded away though, realizing why she didn't want to die... Match, Father, Resitance..and...Seth? Yes, Seth...She wanted to live, live to see Seth.. "Please let me live...please..." The starry felines faded away, as the young felidae was placed back in her own, broken, and still dying bod'.... Would the starry felidae let her live?
....ooc, Should I let her die? ???I'm thinking about it but not sure
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