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Post by Kest on Nov 11, 2007 20:12:16 GMT -5
[ i'm sorry, i thought i already made this post ^^' ]make war not love.
The dark tom was among the shadows of the trees now. He skidded to a stop, turning as he did.
Varfox, he thought, his sharp green eyes wide in the dim light. I know you're here.
And then he saw him. Warfox, his old enemy. And alone now, without his friends to help him.
"Zall ve finish zis, Clan cat?" War cried, his claws coming unsheathed. "Vunce and for all?" [/blockquote][/font]
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Post by Onyxdart on Nov 11, 2007 22:52:27 GMT -5
"Once and for all, as you say, War," the big orange tom said. He bowed, not taking his eyes off his opponent, showing very grudging respect.
Then, claws already out and tail whipping for balance, he lunged for the other tom. [/center] |
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Post by Kest on Nov 12, 2007 13:26:57 GMT -5
make war not love.
Instantly War was swept up in battle rage. He bared his teeth fiercely, steading himself to take the blow and return with one of his own.
He threw himself backwards, landing on his back with all four paws up.
"Come on, zen, Varfox," War muttered under his breath, his brilliant green eyes flashing. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Onyxdart on Nov 12, 2007 17:05:56 GMT -5
Warfox landed on War, rather than colliding with the other tom. He kicked viciously with his hind feet as War's claws buried in his thick fur. His momentum carried him further, over War's head into the ground on the other side, nearly plowing it up with his face.
That had been an idiotic miscalculation. By luck, Warfox had managed not to get his belly torn open by the other tom's hind legs. He recovered his balance and switched around on a front leg so that he was facing the other. [/center] |
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Post by Kest on Nov 15, 2007 23:10:30 GMT -5
make war not love.
War rolled nimbly to his paws, his claws unsheathed and glinting in the dust.
He was already bruised and battered, but he was a warrior--none of it mattered in the heat of battle. He pounced at Warfox, gritting his teeth in concentration. He aimed first for the shoulder and then for the face.
The eyes. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Onyxdart on Nov 19, 2007 20:57:42 GMT -5
Warfox reared to his hind legs, stepping to the side and twisting his upper half to avoid having his eyes clawed out. He landed on his front paws still twisted around and pulled with his front paws against the ground, to grab at War's back end or tail. It was a little awkward considering he was not really using his hind legs to push himself forward- his tail end whipped around so he wouldn't twist his back trying to grab War. Still, he hadn't pulled that particular move in awhile. Muscles out of practice stretched and pulled.
They were relatively closely matched, and this could take... awhile. [/center] |
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Post by Kest on Dec 1, 2007 23:43:22 GMT -5
make war not love
Claws scrabbled across War's back, and he hissed at the warmth of blood on his fur.
The dark tom twisted away, recovering quickly. Nimbly he lunged again, attempting to take advantage of Warfox's awkward position; his claws flashed at Warfox's side.
His paw pads itched with the memory of his training. These memories were distant, mostly echoes of a life left far behind--memories ignored. His fighting skills were rusty, but still there.
Still there, after all this time. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Onyxdart on Dec 2, 2007 19:12:34 GMT -5
A hit for a hit- Warfox felt War's claws rake his side. It only served to make him angrier, and he snapped at War's tail with his teeth as the other tom got away from him.
Then he bounced backwards and away, and circled for a second, waiting for an opening. He held himself loosely, read to move with whatever momentum he might create. [/center] |
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Post by Kest on Dec 20, 2007 19:30:55 GMT -5
[ the Certamenthe is the name of War's old Clan. He's sort of...flashing back. o.o ]War hesitated, circling Warfox in wider and wider circles.
He sensed that the larger tom was ready now, and that attacking head-on would be a blunder.
His tail thrashed behind him. His green eyes flickered across the scene, seeking an opening, an idea.
He feinted one way, slashed, and backed off fast. He had no idea if his attack even struck flesh. He thought maybe it didn't, but wasn't sure.
This was war. Between him and this cat, this was war. War wanted to take him down, and for good.
Best be careful, a small voice murmured in his ear.
War bared his teeth. I vant, he thought. I vant to fight. I vant him dead.
With terrifying suddenness, fury boiled up in the dark tom.
Don't tell me vat I can and can not do! He screamed at the inner voice. Why be careful--where had that gotten him? He wanted to see blood.
War flew at Warfox, teeth gritted; he tore at his enemy's eyes, his face, his thoat, his shoulders.
A surge of old pride swept him up, firing his bright green eyes.
DON'T zcrew vith ze Certamenthe! he shouted furiously at Warfox, the thought ringing in his head. ALL ENEMIES MUST DIE!
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Post by Onyxdart on Dec 20, 2007 20:11:01 GMT -5
Warfox waited, almost calm, as he and War circled. He feinted away once, and War missed him completely. Warfox thought the tom's attention wasn't on that attack.
Then War was hitting him like a freight train, and Warfox hadn't quite been expecting it. Something like it, surely- after all, he knew War as well as he knew any enemy cat. The fury he liked. It meant the other tom was probably going to be reckless, and Warfox need only block until he had an opening.
Just as War caught him in the shoulder, he saw an opening. With a feral yowl, he launched himself forward and up under the other tom, teeth bared as he tried to get a hunk of knee in his jaws, feeling the need to crunch down and cause the tom real damage. [/center] |
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Post by Kest on Dec 22, 2007 17:15:00 GMT -5
In the narrow half-a-second before Warfox's blow landed, War twisted violently in midair. Any cat with less training would have failed completely; War only failed partially.
Warfox's jaws closed around the tom's knee, but instead of crushing it, rendering the leg permenantly useless, he wrenched it.
War landed half on his side, his momentum carrying him to a stop a few tail-lengths away. He rolled, stood, and immediatly collapsed again, hissing his pain on the way down.
A white-hot pulse of agony, staggering in its intensity, seemed to fill the dark tom's leg; he could not put so much as an ounce of weight there without screaming.
War might have fled then, had it not been for the adrenaline slamming through his veins. He pulled himself clumsily to his paws, his one leg raised off the ground.
He bared his teeth at Warfox and lunged. He was suprisingly fast, considering he was using only three legs; he crossed the space between himself and his enemy in a blink and snapped viciously at Warfox's face.
Still, the leg was a weakness; a single hard blow would overturn the tom. A weakness Warfox would no doubt take advantage of. [ ew. extremely crappy post. o.< ] |
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Post by Onyxdart on Dec 22, 2007 23:37:46 GMT -5
Warfox saw his chance. He stood to his hind legs and took the force of War's attack to his chest, the fur being thicker there. He put his paws back down next to War and heaved sideways, aiming to knock the tom off his feet. When he heaved, he was already turning his head to the side to watch where War landed, to watch where he could land a killing blow. |
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Post by Kest on Dec 23, 2007 23:06:12 GMT -5
The blow knocked War clean off his paws. He tumbled into the dust, twisting his knee beneath him, screaming in pain and rage.
He skidded again, clawing at the eatch for purchase; but his efforts amounted to absolutely nothing.
He came to rest partway on his back, breathing hard. His teeth were bared and bright, dangerous lights flickered in his eyes. |
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Post by Onyxdart on Dec 24, 2007 0:47:07 GMT -5
Warfox didn't say anything to the War. He didn't gloat, he didn't go on and on, he just stalked stiffly to where the other tom lay on the ground, considering his last move. An outright attack was liable to get him kicked or bit. He respected this adversary- hated him with a passion, but he had to give him credit for not just laying down and giving up.
But he wasn't going to just let him go. Warfox crouched just out of striking range, not really fearing any quick moves anymore, but as tense as if he were ready to spring away. One ear flicked towards the battle, the first notice he'd given that it still raged nearby and he should be getting back to it. With a short growl, he got back up and took the last few steps to War, snarling at the other tom, and brought one long clawed paw up to slash across the other's neck, watching the arc of his claws as they came down rather than keeping an eye on his enemy. [/center] |
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Post by Kest on Dec 24, 2007 1:31:41 GMT -5
There was no air in his lungs. War felt pinned to the spot, both by the wrenching pain in his leg and by his own exhaustion.
For one breathless, shadowy moment, War decided he might not do anything after all. Maybe he could just die. It would be in combat; he'd go to the Third Level, right? That's where all cats who died in combat went back home...
A darkness clouded his mind for a moment, thick and cloying, and suddenly was gone.
Life flickered in his eyes and leaped in his veins. Air rushed into his system again. Anger and defiance returned to War.
Another try, then. Good.
His enemy's claws flashed at his throat.
War jerked, a spasm passing through his body.
The claws missed his life-vein by less than a hair-length; instead, they opened the side of his neck.
The pain came at once. War twisted, letting out a single choked scream.
By sheer terror, rage, and adrenaline War managed to thrash to his paws, kicking out wildly as he gained them.
Through the rising gale of fear, hate-banishing fear, all other thought was wiped away. Even the pain of his leg was nothing to the screaming fear.
There, he had nearly died. The thought filled him with terrible, fearful energy.
Abandoning all pretense of pride, War fled, his tail fluffed-out and carried low.
He vanished into the trees, his dark pelt blending with the shadows and concealing him. Once the fear began to fade, he bacame aware again of the pain in his neck and leg. Blood soaked through his fur and dribbled a steady trail behind him.
A single thought beat in his head: IlostIlostIlost.
He had never really lost before. He kept living because he kept winning; he had never come so close to death.
He had never entertained the idea that he even could lose. The realization that he could was shattering
I I I He pushed on faster, gasping for each breath, the pain threatening to overwhelm him. I lost. He crossed a stream, leaping aside and breaking the scent trail.
Finally beaten, War left the sounds of the battlefield behind. |
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Post by Onyxdart on Dec 24, 2007 1:45:49 GMT -5
Warfox earned a gash to the underside of his chin as a parting gift from the fleeing War. For a moment he considered giving chase, but he creaked alarmingly like an older cat just now, and he'd gotten his second choice wish. He'd beaten the crap out of War. With one last look in the general direction War had taken, Warfox turned, flicked his tail in dismissal, and trudged his way back to the war. He needed a medicine cat, preferably, or to find his leader, or to do his job. Any one of the three would do. [/center] |
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