Pripyat v.s. Ahava

[Kest]

satan, satan, lend me a dollar.

Pripyat twisted away, grinning. Ahava's claws scored lightly across the side of his neck, but he did not outwardly show any signs of feeling the pain.
His tail curled and uncurled behind him. "Good cat!" Pripyat cried delightedly. "You're trying so hard, aren't you?"

Then he lunged, his teeth driving for Ahava's face.

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[ continuing from the main thread; sorry about the spamming there ^^' ]

[Ahava]

The she-cat was frustrated, frustrated that she didn't do that much damage, frustrated that she was scared. Swallowing heavily, she caterwauled, meeting the tom's rush, trying to use her weight to her advantage, trying to maul with teeth and claws aimed and ready.

His teeth met her face, the pain was unbearable, splitting from the bridge of her nose, down to her cheek. Pain made her furious. Pain made her blind. Blood splattered her left eye, in mid-blink, her teeth aimed for the back of his shoulder, her forepaws hoping to trip the tom, to slash him, anything to get him away from her.

[Kest]

satan, satan, lend me a dollar.

Whoops!

Pripyat tumbled right off his paws, dimly realizing a pain in his shoulder as he did so; Ahava had tripped and bitten him.
Almost instantly, Pripyat's muscles reacted: he kicked against the ground at just the right angle, and in mid-fall he checked and righted himself.
Need to be more vigilant! he chided himself. Even others like her get lucky!

Pripyat danced away, laughing, blood trickling down his shoulder. "Luck!" he meowed, his tail curling in its happy way.
He sprang again, his claws lending him traction. He aimed for her shoulder in turn.

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[Ahava]

The she was jubilant! She had made her first score for the day! Her happy feeling went bye-bye, as soon as her adversary returned for more. Except this time, she felt confident... confident enough to plan her movements just right... Using her aquatic speed, she lept toward her prey, then lept again, right out of harm's reach. "I did it!" She meowed, excitement making her fur ripple.

[Kest]

satan, satan, lend me a dollar.

Pripyat laughed. "You did, didn't you, little cat?" he meowed.
Then his blue eyes narrowed and he bared the full expanse of his razor fangs in a grin that was at once joyful and dark and terrifying. "And you know what ELSE, little cat? It won't happen again!" He said it as though he was saying something exciting to a small kit: indulgent, down-talking.

When she moved forward, he adjusted his movements through pure instinct; he pushed hard against the earth, leaping upwards and forwards, as if aiming for her back. When she moved back, he landed right beside her. Lightening-fast, snakelike, the black tom struck, his teeth apart to give the she-cat a wicked slash down her side.

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[Ahava]

Ahava correctly made a blunder here. She was prepared to leap back again, though the speed of her adversary wasn't fully expected. She tried to change her direction last second, only to be committed to a wobbly adjustment straight forward, yet still back towards, the tom. The affect was simply this... One serious cut to her backside.

The wound was deep, notably a disturbance, at the least, to her movement. She hissed in pain when she tried to put weight on it... This isn't good, she thought. Fear, once again, divined her actions. With an awkward hop-skid, she faced her enemy, every fur on her pelt telling her to flee... Yet knowing when she did so, she'd be as dead and useless to her clan as her left leg was now.

[Kest]

satan, satan, lend me a dollar.

Pripyat came forward, slowly and smoothly, his teeth bared and dripping.
His blue eyes glowed like night-lamps, against black fur.
His eyes flashed once and he struck, so quickly his form seemed to blur. This time he would slash at Ahava's face, and lay her shoulder open to the bone. Neither hit was fatal, but they were painful...bloody...maybe even scarring. All delightful features.

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[Ahava]

Ahava shivered. She had a feeling those eyes were going to haunt her for the next couple of minutes. What she didn't realize in that heartbeat, nor the ones to come, was that they'll haunt her for moons to come. Those fangs... a glimpse into the scars she'd have to face... here... and moons later.

Holding her large frame on three legs, Ahava tried her best to look as intimidating as possible, knowing that if it didn't work before, it surely wouldn't work now. Even so, she could think of nothing better then to arch her back, her fur fluffed in fearful aggression.

The attack came in slow motion. Fear clenched her stomach muscles. She couldn't move, even if she wanted to, her leg pinned her. She knew her speed couldn't get her out of this mess. She also knew that if she stayed where she was, she would get what she had coming to her. Her next best option, was to attack, and what a feeble one that was.

She lunged in, her fangs drawn like glistening twin swords. There wasn't much hope in the attack, but it was all she had. Pain lanced down her face, from left brow to nose tip. At the same time, her right shoulder gave out, a million burns raging in her mind. Her leg wasn't right leg wasn't responding... She was on her chest. She caste her beautiful blue gaze about, blood blinding her briefly, until she could catch the black demon. For a heartbeat, fear froze her in place, then a calm sense poored over her, and she knew her time has come...

[Lucky]

Ooc: ish rescuing time!

[glow=red,2,300]BETE[/glow]

The siamese pricked her ears. A one-on-one battle, and someone was loosing. Slowly, Bete stood up and weaved her way through fighting cats until she had come to the battle she had heard. Leaping into the air, she wanted to make a surprise attack, but as she got closer, she noticed that the cat who was still standing was much bigger than she had realized. Instead, she landed in between the two kittes, facing the bigger one. It's glistening eyes told the she-cat that this one was evil, and she wasn't going for that. Not one to say more than a sentance at a time, only one little, but powerful, word came out of her mouth, without hesitation, without fear.

Stop.

This cat wasn't afraid to die.

[Kest]

[ ehh, giddy, Pripyat isn't all that big; he's sorta tall, but he's lean, so he doesn't look that big. ....and if you mean to have Bete fight Pripyat, prepare for some serious injuries, like, mortal wounds and disfiguring scars. he's exceptionally good at fighting. ]

satan, satan, lend me a dollar.

It's a good thing that cat didn't fear death.
Because that was most certaintly what she was facing.

The sudden existence of a new cat didn't phase the black tom in the slightest. Without even a flicker of consious thought, Pripyat shifted his attention to Bete, his blue eyes shrewd and narrowed.

He snarled, teeth bared and dripping blood.
Then, with an abrupt jump from total stillness into motion, Pripyat rushed her. He struck, jaws open, at her face; none but the most skilled of warriors would be able to escape his blow unscathed...and a most skilled warrior this she-cat was not.

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[Lucky]

This cat didn't stop. Oh well, she was expecting that. She wasn't stupid. Thinking quickly, Bete lowered her large, thin, papery ears in front of her face, letting them take the full blow. The siamese cringed as she felt teeth make long, gaping holes in her ears. Those will be permanent. Before her ears could be completely cut, Bete jumped into the air, unsheathing her claws. She dove straight for Pripyat's face, and attacked, hopefully scarring his nose or eye.

I warned.

This cat really kept her cool.

[Kest]

satan, satan, lend me a dollar.

"Of what?" Pripyat laughed, ducking away from Bete's attack with ease.
He bared his teeth in a mad, predatory grin. "It's not nice to ruin another cat's fun," he mock-scolded her, amusement strong in his voice.
He snapped playfully at her, his movements disconcertingly quick.

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[Lucky]

This wasn't funny anymore. Bete jumped back, and stood over Ahava's body. Instead of saying a few works, she almost blurted out a whole paragraph.

I asked you to stop, but no you didn't. I blocked your attack with my ears, as big as they are. It's not ruining your fun it's called self defence, and personally I don't like your offence. She followed Pripyat with her eyes. Now, let's make this easy on both of us. Now, so I don't get hurt anymore and you don't get tired, why don't you just let me drag her body away in peace? She's probably dead anyway? Why can't I just bury my comrad?

Truthfully, Bete could feel Ahava's shallow breathing with her tail, but she would say anything just to get away. She didn't want to fight and die, not yet.

[Kest]

satan, satan, lend me a dollar.

Pripyat tilted his head as if thinking, although his mad blue eyes stayed fixed on Bete.
His muzzle was wet with blood; smudges darkened his face, and his chest fur was sticky with the stuff. There was quite a copious amount--not all of this came from Ahava.
Pripyat had killed quite a lot before Ahava had the misfortune to run into him.

His grin widened. "Your comrade lives," he purred. "Her heart still pumps blood through her system."
He stalked forward, moving in a wide semicircle. He could easily destroy this siamese--this RisingClanner--in a heartbeat, but he liked to talk with his prey before he tore their throats out. Personal curiosity.

"Risey-kitty," he said suddenly, his voice turning higher and sing-song. "Do you like kits, Risey-cat?" He was thinking, of course, about the RisingClan kits he had recently slaughtered. Oh, what a scene it would be when that Clan discovered what he did! The blood, the mayhem!
He licked his lips, tasting kitblood.

It was clear that this tom was quite insane.

He turned another circle, seeming to come down slightly from his crazy-high.
"I am Pripyat, of BoneClan," he meowed conversationally. "...I don't get tired.
He scrutinized Bete. "And who might you be, exactly?"

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[Lucky]

Bete felt her heart starting to beat faster. She nodded slowly, her eyes wide, following Pripyat's every move. So I lied. I don't want to die, though I don't fear death.

She nodded again, answering Pripyat's question in her regular one-to-three word sentences. I like. What is cat suggesting? she thought, puzzled.

I'm Bete, she said, semi-boldy, And I no like you. She started to laugh a bit, trying to play around a bit, seeing how she could get away. She didn't want to be here, not now. She shouldn't have come.

Suddenly her laughing stopped. She felt like she was going to faint. She lowered her head and threw up. She looked up at Pripyat once more, the mouse she had last night, running down her chin. The siamese was gasping for air now, her chest rising and falling rapidly. The fear she had for this cat, made her feel like she was choking, yet he wasn't even touching her.

Bete laid down over Ahava's body, trying to protect it in some way, but she couldn't help but roll over onto her side. She was lightheaded, and was going crazy. Only two little words shot out of her mouth, in a whiny, crying voice:

Have mercy!

Not time.

[Ripplemist]

OoC: Sorry for jumping out of nowhere, but I had nowhere to post and got the okay from Kestrel earlier on? ;

A silver blur shot out of the bushes and stopped in between the crazy BoneClanner and the two wounded she-cats. Green eyes glared at Pripyat with a mixture of rage and fear.

"Don't... don't touch them!"

Ripplemist hissed furiously at him, her gray fur standing on end, making her appear to be twice the size she was. She shot a quick backward glance at the two cats behind her. Her wounded clanmate was still alive, and the she-cat lying on her appeared to be untouched, except for her shredded ears, but petrified by fear. Her attention snapped back to the cat before her. She had seen him in battle, one of the first ones to charge into fight, always with an insane murderous intent.

He scared her.

As she stood there, between him and his potential victims, she was trembling. But she was unhurt, and had done nothing in the war so far. She wasn't about to let her fear allow two cats die. As she tensed, preparing herself for an attack from the BoneClanner, she growled in a low urgent whisper to the cats behind her without taking her green eyes off of him.

"Run. Now."

[Kest]

satan, satan, lend me a dollar.

Pripyat's grin widened. "Brave," he purred, taking a slow, even step sideways.
"Going to buy them time to escape, are you?"
He was acting all sorts of nice; his voice was indulgent, almost kindly...except for that pulsing, barely-there undertone, that madness, that laughter that rolled behind his words and his tone.
His blue eyes stayed on Ripple, as if he had forgotten the others.
No doubt her intent.
"And their lives are worth yours?"

Pripyat was silent for a moment, watching, judging. His grin faded, then flickered back with alarming suddenness.
He had decided to tell Ripple his little...secret. It would make her fear, he was sure. He wanted to see the fear; he liked it...it made him happy.
He leaned slightly in, his tail curling excitedly. "Hey, you know what I did?" he growled gleefully. His change of moods was just as sudden as his returning grin, and even more disconcerting. "I left the Risey-kitties a little...suprise back at camp. Kestrel will just love it, I bet."
He licked his chest, tasting blood.

Abruptly, his blue eyes darted to Bete and Ahava, and his entire body shifted.
He would tear this she-cat's throat apart in a single lunge, then leap and break the RisingClanner's back between his powerful jaws. Then he would be free to finish Ahava at his leisure, if he desired.
None of these cats had the skill necissary to fight Pripyat off.

Pripyat struck, his teeth flashing for Ripplemist's throat, terrifyingly fast.
Just as quickly, there was a second flash of movement.

A rainbow of color.

Pripyat jerked back, coiling like a snake. Blood ran down from a cut above one eye, and he snarled in his wolflike way not in pain but in anger.
A falcon flapped above, a kestrel...Brightgate, Kestrel's comrade, her scout, her helper.
Brightgate's talons dripped blood.

Pripyat stood, his eyes on the bird. The others were temporarily forgotten.
"Bird," he hissed. "I believe I made you a promise, bird."

Brightgate shreed and veered away, climbing slowly into the air.
Pripyat followed, a silent shadow flying across the battlefield.
Halfway across he leaped.

His teeth closed around the falcon's frail body, his jaws crushing the bird in an instant.
Brightgate let out a scream of agony and then he was dead, even before Pripyat's paws met ground again.

Blood ribboned upward and pattered down on the dusty earth like rain. Pripyat stood still for a moment, a wide smile blooming on his blood-smeared face.
Then he dropped Brightgate, curling his tail in satasfaction.

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[Ahava]

O.O Oh geez... I'm so SSSSSSssssssoooooooooorrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyy!

Ahava blinks slowly, expectantly... knowing that those final moments is all she will ever have... Closing her eyes, the bengal she wishes not to witness her final moments... but the picture of home dredged up in the back of her mind... The tribe. Her kin and her near the river. Basket weaving with her mother...

With a sigh, the she really wanted to just.... let go...

[Lucky]

Bete wasn't missing her chance. Thanks, she she said in a silent whisper to this unknown she-cat. Apperently she was on the good side. She grabbed Ahava gently by the skin on her neck and threw her on her back. Sure she was going to rescue her, but it was more about her own life now. Turning tail, she dashed off, meowing up to the sky. StarClan it's not her time! Don't let her enter your skies! Looking over her shoulder, the siamese could see the she-cat's closed eyes. Stay with me! she screamed, I'm going to get you out of here! She panted, licking her lips as blood from her shredded ears started to fall on to them.

[Ripplemist]

OoC: HI I am the retard who takes whole months to post! ;;;;;;



A scream of pain.

A fountain of blood.

Ripplemist felt something die inside her, just as the last traces of life left her kestrel saviour. She couldn't move. How could she, when a creature that had only just saved her died right in front of her eyes? As the blood spattered her silver fur, the only sign of movement from the she-cat was the slight rise and fall of her breathing as she stood half-crouched, a stiff, breathing statue. Even breathing felt constricted. She now understood the petrified fear that the other cat had been held by before she had come to the 'rescue'.

It was pure fear.

Pure fear for the cat that stood in front of her. The cat who was grinning a maniacal grin while his face was covered in blood.

The murderer.

The sound of rapid pawsteps made her glance back. The uninjured she-cat was escaping with the one that wasn't flung over her. Good, they were getting away. Would she be able to do the same, she wondered?



Of course, taking her eyes off the murderer in front of her may have lowered the chances of that.