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Post by Shadow Spirit on Jul 20, 2006 17:49:09 GMT -5
Dragonpelt raced around Stoneclan's territory, searching as fast as he could for the herbs to save poor Snowstripe. His mind raced trying to come up with the name of them. He knew that he could discern which herbs were the right ones, if only he could find them!
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Post by Snowstar on Jul 20, 2006 17:53:15 GMT -5
The rogue cat had been crossing borders, he'd admit. It was fun defying the four clan leaders! He even attacked a mother and kit near Treeclan.. Until the pest Amberstar showed up and chased him away. He looked up as the cat urgently searched about. He chuckled.. This'd be fun.
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Jul 20, 2006 18:07:21 GMT -5
Dragonpelt smelled the rogue as the wind shifted, bringing the intruder's scent to his nostrils. He didn't have time to fight again, Snowstripe would die within the hour if he couldn't get back with the herbs.
"Don't dare challenge me rogue!" he shouted to the surrounding brush. "I haven't the time for you now and I'm a live nerve at the moment, you wouldn't last but a minute against me right now!"
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Post by Snowstar on Jul 20, 2006 18:11:52 GMT -5
Ah, but i'm not looking for trouble good fellow.. Just looking for someone like you to help.. She said, rounding around the yellowing stalks towards him, a strained smile on his ugly face. For I believe you are, indeed, looking for something? In particular?? He said smoothly, like a tom would do to a she-cat during season.
But he was far from gay, yes. He wanted a fight, but he was going to do it when the tom least expecting it. He was to show defense at all times, if he knew what was good for him..
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Jul 20, 2006 18:25:56 GMT -5
Dragonpelt didn't believe this tom for a second, he was far to strained to be telling the truth.
"You won't fool me into fighting you rogue, now out of my way I have other more important business!"
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Post by Snowstar on Jul 20, 2006 18:34:47 GMT -5
Ah, but you're not going anywhere, tom! He leered, tail lashing fiercely. Fight me, and I let you through here. Hell, I may even help you find what you are looking for! His eyes were honest, and his expression was played with a curious look.
He loved fighting. He loved watching blood spill, and he loved watching the cuts be scathed across a pelt. But most of all, he loved to watch death surround him.
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Jul 20, 2006 18:42:32 GMT -5
Dragonpelt sized up this other tom, not wanting to waste time, but seeing no other option at this point.
"You asked for it..." he said under his breath. "Any cat so obsessed with blood shed should be put down anyway!" Then he leapt upon his pursuer and dug his claws into the cat's back.
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Post by Snowstar on Jul 20, 2006 18:45:03 GMT -5
Put down? He spat with a laugh, then whirled at him and slapped a claw at him, throwing him off his back and launching at him. Here was his flaw; his attacks were sheer brute force. He swung without any thought or plan for his attack. He dropped onto the cat heavily, grinning. He was heavy.. Overweight.
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Jul 20, 2006 18:56:59 GMT -5
Dragonpelt immediately took notice of the cat's weight and fighting style. He was all about brute strength, he couldn't move fast enough to make a strategic attack. He brought his feet up and kicked the heavy cat off of him, then he slunk around behind him and sank his teeth into the rogue's neck. He knew he could win if he could just outwit his opponent, he needed to do this as fast as possible!
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Post by Snowstar on Jul 20, 2006 19:04:51 GMT -5
The cat struggled. Okay, okay! You win! Let me go! He pulled free himself, but he shook his head. Okay, what is it you search for? He said, flicking his tail. His eyes were honest, and even though he longed for blood he kept his promises. So I guess even a rogue could have good manners! The tom raised his brows curiously.
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Jul 20, 2006 19:10:53 GMT -5
Dragonpelt was dumbfounded at this cat's manner. He released his hold on it's neck and stepped back, looking this cat square in the eyes.
"I need healing herbs for my friend...and no tricks...she's...dying..." he said, choking on the words. "Something to make her vomit and another to clean out toxins!"
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Post by Snowstar on Jul 20, 2006 19:16:10 GMT -5
Well, I don't know them by name. There's one over there.. He indicated with his tail. It's a yellow weed looking think, sort of like heather. That will make her vomit. And over there.. He indicated by the borders. There's a shrub that grows. It's not very common, but it's very hard to miss. It's a red looking weed. Sort of rusty red if you will. That will clean her out, and help her get to sleep as well. With that, he bounded away, tail held high as he leapt over the borders.
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Post by Shadow Spirit on Jul 20, 2006 19:24:15 GMT -5
Dragonpelt watched the rogue leave, still entirely confused by what had just occured. He made himself forget about it and shook his head to clear it, Snowstripe needed him right now. He ran to the places where the rogue had indicated and gathered some of each herb into a large leaf. Then he picked up his bundle in his jaws and raced back to the camp.
(To Medicine cat's hollow)
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Post by Snowstar on Jul 20, 2006 19:29:46 GMT -5
{Leaving Stoneclan Territory}
{To Medicine Cat's Hollow}
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