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Post by seren on Mar 20, 2009 18:12:56 GMT -5
ooc: You pick. And I'll just speed things along here.
bic: Eventually, Serpentwire and Daedrapulse made their way into the fray, brother and sister side-by-side. It made Serpentwire nauseous just thinking about it. With several shrugs of their shoulders, the two bounded after a couple of stray warriors, each seeking a prize of their own. Sniffing the air for any distinguishable aromas, Serpentwire just about choked on one particularly lovely odor. Pawing her way over amidst all the scuffling--and stopping every few paces to swat at those that dared to deserve her--she crept up to Rosewhisper at last and swung as hard as she could at the she-cat's stomach, instinctively lunging forward and then back after the steady blow.
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Post by pic on Mar 20, 2009 19:45:55 GMT -5
ooc: haha. her lovely odor XD okay, thanks. I dunno about you, but it was just getting long to me....
Rosewhisper jumped back as a she-cat swatted at her. She shook her head at the hard blow and lunged forward in the same heartbeat. Rosewhisper clawed at the Evilclan warrior and she groaned with pleasure and relief when her claws made contact with flesh. She dug into the she-cats fur and raked harder at her skin. She pulled away suddenly as a tom jumped for her. She was wrestled to the ground and she kicked at him with her hind paws. Rosewhisper knew that her soft belly fur couldn't be left exposed to her opponent. She clawed at his belly and he staggered off of her. Rosewhisper jumped at him and landed on his back, she dug her claws into his shoulders and bit down on his neck. He stumbled and she let go, as he ran off into the underbrush.
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Post by pic on Mar 20, 2009 19:46:20 GMT -5
by the way, who's going to win this battle?
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Post by seren on Mar 23, 2009 21:36:03 GMT -5
ooc: Who do you want to win? I thought it would be LegendClan, but it would make more of a conflict if EvilClan won.
bic: Taken a bit aback by the she-cat's response, Serpentwire's blood boiled in rage. You don't ignore me. You don't get rid of me. All because you can't. Furious, she threw back her head and let out a deafening roar. She had to remember what that fur felt like... it was crucial. Racking her brain for the texture, she lit up once she recalled. Soft and sleek. Serpentwire felt the urge to spit and cuss as she imagined how glossy and perfect Rosewhisper's fur must've appeared. We'll fix that. Then there was that scent... Lilacy, a bit like lavender.* Rosewhisper was no doubt farther ahead, and she allowed her nose to lead her forward, hind legs bracing themselves. When she came upon the she-cat at last, she gripped at a solid sturdy back and bore her teeth into her tail. Arms wrapping around the she-cat, she unsheathed her claws--finely glimmering weapons to behold--and dug down.
*I'm obviously taking certain creative liberties here. Totally BSing it, lawl.
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Post by pic on Mar 24, 2009 23:30:50 GMT -5
ooc: it doesn't really matter to me I think it would be fun in Evilclan won. lol more trouble for Legendclan. haha. that's alright, I totally forgot she was blind, so your BSing reminded me :] Rosewhisper let out a yell and she whipped around to the face the warrior she had been fighting before. In that split second that she looked into Serpentwire's eyes, she knew that the she-cat was blind. Rosewhisper swiped at the warriors paws and jumped back to collect herself. The Evilclan she-cat left her no time as she reared up on Rosewhisper again and raked her claws down her side. Rosewhisper snarled at the pain and shot her paw out like a razor. Her claws dug into the warriors pelt and she tore at the fur. ooc: that's crappy writing, but right now, I'm just not good. :[
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Post by seren on Mar 25, 2009 18:59:21 GMT -5
ooc: Kay. I have to give them a semi-creative way to win. Shouldn't take too long to think of, though. And your writing's not crappy. :3
bic: Not fazed by much, eh? Recoiling from Rosewhisper's solid touch, she couldn't say that she was surprised. Spittle flying, she lunged forward and raked one spindly claw down her adversary's flank. Catching sight of open stomach, she seized the opportunity and aimed. Tucking her head down, the determined she crouched and ran head-first into the awaiting flesh, mauling her opponent to the ground.
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Post by pic on Mar 26, 2009 18:21:59 GMT -5
Rosewhisper grunted and fell to the floor with a moan. This she-cat was stronger than she had thought. The Legendclan warrior pushed at Serpentwire's head as she leaned in to bite at her neck. Quickly, she rolled over and stood up on shaky legs; her side was bleeding badly and she was losing blood fast. Rosewhisper closed her eyes and suddenly a tree root shot up from the ground in Serpentwire's face. It grabbed at the she-cats paws and threw her to the ground, hard. Rosewhisper faltered and the the tree root lost it's grip ever so slightly. The warrior leaned against the side of the camp wall and stood solidly once again; her grip on the Evilclan she-cat stronger than before.
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Post by seren on Mar 28, 2009 21:08:08 GMT -5
Stupid mangy piece of... Her mind spewing hate, every part of her body tensed with a new desperate kind of determination. She would rather die than lose to a pathetic wing-ed freak of "Legend"Clan. She scoffed whenever she heard the name; the only thing legendary about this Clan was the number of genetic mutants that could survive in the area. Claws sheathing and unsheathing, she took a deep breath. Letting her legs go limp under the oak's branches, she waited a pulse-beat before steadying her paws to hold the tree upright from her chest and crawling under, the branches still clinging. One gripped her arm; she sprinted in a bordering circle around the tree until it snapped. Baring her teeth, she was able to gnaw through the one that kept her other limb captive. Rather than breaking off to tear at the LegendClan tortoiseshell, she sat flat on her haunches, inviting the enemy to strike the first blow in the final battle.
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Post by pic on Mar 29, 2009 12:28:04 GMT -5
ooc: by the way, I want to make a tortoiseshell cat, but what do they look like?
Rosewhisper stumbled and fell heavily against the camp wall; the thick thorns snagged on her fur and it took all her effort not to moan in pain. The she-cat closed her eyes; her body was so still, one thought she might be dead. The thorns beside her began to quiver slightly and suddenly, they were thrown in the Evilclan warrior's face. Rosewhisper jumped at the she-cat and slashed at her stomach. She only was able to get in a few scratches before she was gasping for breath. "Starclan!" The word scratched its way out of her throat, only to escape as a mere mumble on her lips.
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Post by seren on Mar 29, 2009 19:03:27 GMT -5
ooc: Gah, tortoiseshell wasn't exactly the right word in this case. Sorry, poor brain power at the time. Tortoiseshells have coats with patches of reds, browns, black, white, and all other mixes. They typically have green eyes.
bic: Unable to suppress ear-shattering shrieks, Serpentwire dug at the thorns that burrowed into her maw, muzzle, and cheeks. Furious, she roared with such an intensity that it caused her own brother to flinch a little from across the clearing as he watched her rear. Remembering his presence finally, she whirled around, easily distinguishing his vile dung-and-flea-ridden scent. "Daedrapulse, you blubbering ball of lard! Quit standing around gaping! Deal with her." She loosely flicked her tail in Rosewhisper's general direction. Scrambling to her paws, she sauntered over to High Rock, ignoring the body-count.
Gulping, Daedrapulse had no choice but to rise to the occasion. Following his sister's orders, he bounded over to Rosewhisper--not before barking at a ginger-colored apprentice in a bizarre, ancient-sounding language. "Makaly'im!" Pacing over to the pretty russet-colored she-cat, he marveled at the state of the camp. Chaos was so exhilarating. With a delighted sigh, he stood over her, lowering his body so that he was soon on top of her, forcing all of his weight down. "Only a couple seconds," he murmured to her, as if she knew what he was going on about. After what must've seemed like hours to the she, the apprentice returned and stood poised, waiting for Daedrapulse's command. With a nod, Daedrapulse expressed his approval. Propping open the she-cat's mouth, the apprentice spat in a dozen poppy seeds--enough to render her unconscious--before she even had time to react.
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Post by pic on Apr 1, 2009 21:07:58 GMT -5
ooc: no don't worry about it. I was just wondering because I want to make one of my cats a tortiseshell, but I wasn't quite sure what they looked like. just so you know, Rosewhisper is a tabby....in case you get confused.
Rosewhisper thrashed at the tom on top of her, but her scratches hardly left a trace. The Evilclan warrior opened her mouth and she saw an apprentice approach them. Rosewhisper's eyes grew in alarm as she spat poppyseeds in her mouth. The she-cat kicked her legs, but Daedrapulse only pressed down harder on her. He forced her to swallow the vile seeds and Rosewhisper moaned. The tom on top of her swayed slightly and Rosewhisper twisted her head from side to side angrily. 'This can't happen!' she screamed in her head. The trees abover her seemed to mix with the setting sky; the color of green and red swirling together. Rosewhisper felt the pressure on her legs loosen and she lifted her paw to scratch at Daedrepulse, but her claw only grasped air. She saw the tom loom in front of her face and the apprentice behind him looked at her with pity in her eyes. Was it pity? She couldn't really tell. Maybe the she-cat was laughing. The world turned black.
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Post by seren on Apr 8, 2009 21:49:44 GMT -5
ooc: Sorry for going dead. Swim team's really time-consuming this year.
bic: No remorse was felt on his part. Licking his lips, he savored her pain, envied her, even. When would it be his turn again? Sky, when will you grant me the privilege... Wondering did little use, he knew, and he thus he forced himself to focus on the task at hand. Releasing his mud-colored paw, watched with only mild interest as the she-cat suckled Death's imposing bosom like a newborn kit.
Reaching High Rock, Serpentwire stamped her hind legs like a charging bull before roaring into the blazing warfare-scene. "LegendClan is hereby conquered! Your lines have fallen, your members are broken in spirit and body and now"--here she paused to gaze down at the poppy-drugged Clanmembers--"in mind. Should StarClan disapprove of this raid, let lightning cast itself across the sky." Whiskers twitching, she knew it would never happen; the clouds that were up at that point were light and clear and there was no signs of rain. She gave it three seconds before giving a resounding, "StarClan has spoken! Let Their will be carried!"
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Post by pic on Apr 11, 2009 15:40:52 GMT -5
that's alright. I've been busy too :] so...now what is going to happen? should everyone wake up as prisoners or be cast out??
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Post by pic on Apr 24, 2009 18:04:40 GMT -5
hello?? is anyone on here? I'm going to rp something anyway. they are going to wake up as prisoners in their own camp :/ how sad...XD
Rosewhisper blinked open her eyes; all around her was darkness. She stood up quickly and bumped her head on the cieling. "Oof!" she murmured to the black all around her. Rosewhisper's eyes grew accustomed to the dark and she could see that it wasn't as black as she thought it was. The sun was shining vaguely outside and she could see some cats pacing back in forth in front of the leades den. Wait! That was *insertleadersnamehere* den. The she-cats heart beat faster as she realized what had happened. Rosewhisper padded up to the front of her hole and peered out of the sticks that made the barred door. The place reeked of Evilclan. She spat on the ground and glared out at the cats outside her prison. "Rosewhisper?" she heard a faint mew. She whipped around, her teeth bared and claws ready. "Icepaw!" she said rushing over to the small bundle of fur heaving in the corner of the hole. She loomed over him because the space was too small. "What happened?" she asked.
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Post by seren on Apr 24, 2009 23:36:39 GMT -5
ooc: Gah, sorry. I've been at swim meets and stuff for the past few weeks (so annoying), but I did see that you had posted. I was going to respond but never really got around to it. Anyway:
bic: It had all been much too easy. They had given as much resistance as they could, obviously, but it still wasn't enough to even come close to defeat EvilClan's ranks. The entire camp reeked of flesh and fresh blood. A jolting sensation awoke Fayreign and brought these scents to her attention. Heavily wheezing, she rasped and realized that someone was poking her with thorns from the other side of a thick ivy-and-bramble fence. The barrier stood firm and taunting, a reminder of her failure. You blacked out, she remembered, inwardly cursing herself. Throat dry, she yawned and glared at her attacker through stained glass eyes. "What do you want? Nevermind; I don't care. Give me some water, will you?"
Silence answered her and the thorns stopped coming. Then a faint, weak hiss soared to her ears by sharp piercing wind, "I wouldn't if I could, lazy bones. Get off your arse and help find a way out of here."
"Slivermoon? That you?"
"No," she sighed, "it's the Almighty Myna of the Blue, Endless Dung-Lined Skies come to send you a present. Of course it's me, you git. Have they fed you?"
Puzzled, Fayreign squinted in the darkness. "Not unless they stuffed it down my throat while I was knocked out. You mean to say they actually feed us?"
"Surprisingly, yes."
"Where exactly are we, then?"
"They dug us down into these cozy little burrows and then sent us through a never-ending maze of tunnels. We're somewhere in the middle. Our air supply's okay down here, which is strange, but I'm not about to question why this is all happening. Now are you going to sit there and do nothing, or are you going to get up and string along these thorns?"
"How'd you--"
"--There's no time for that now. Just do it!"
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