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Post by Onyxdart on Apr 27, 2007 21:32:58 GMT -5
[Closed- Kest and Onyx] Once again, Warfox found himself in the small field, though not to escape chaos this time. Really, he just wanted some time to be alone and think. Thinking was important.
You could say he wanted to be an emo kid on his own. He wasn't thinking of leaving, or going back to wandering. This was his home. Eventually, he was sure he'd get on with his life and get past his old clan. He jumped up on one of the few rocks in the field, one right on the border with Rogue Valley. His tail flicked back and forth.
And then he jumped down from the rock, and stepped into Rogue Territory. But he didn't intend to go any further. This was enough like stepping out of his shell. He stretched, as if settling into his skin, and stopped to look back at his rock. Then he waltzed right back into the Stoneclan border, turned, and left again. He did this for a few minutes, and then sat right on the border, cleaning his fluffy orange fur into submission, regaining his composure. [/center] |
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Post by .War on Apr 27, 2007 22:48:00 GMT -5
If you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted
--One moment--
Would you capture it; or just let it slip?
Was Warfox seeking to leave his past behind him?
Shame, for a small portion of his past was slinking just beyond the border.
It was a young tom, his fur dark brown, nearly black. He was lean and stringy of muscle, his ribs shadowing his sides. His neon-green eyes were bright and staring, like the eyes of a hawk.
He peered curiously at the red and white tom on the StoneClan border, remembrance pricking his mind.
He had last seen this tom in the thick of a terrible fight. The battle-rage had been upon War at the time, and he had torn and slashed at his enemies with horrific fury and accuracy.
The dark warrior, intoxicated with the smell of blood, his claws clotted with the fur of his latest fallen enemy (who lay limply at his paws), had cast around for another antagonist.
His eyes were terribly striking. Alight with wildness, the hunger to do battle.
He had seen that tom before him, that Warfox. His Clan had been an enemy of War's since before his birth. When Earthshaker and Warrumble, his leaders, had given the call to war, Warheart had responded eagerly.
Oh yes. He remembered this tom, one of the only two survivors of the genocide his Clan had inflicted upon the other's.
...Many, many moons had passed since then. War had been a younger warrior then, a new warrior who was sleek of pelt and robust. His narrow shoulders had hidden great power...and War was still a highly skilled fighter even now, though hunger had thinned him.
The dark loner tom stepped silently from the underbrush to confront the survivor, striking neon eyes flashing, his fur rising along his spine.
Sociopathic War responded to these memories with instant agression; his blood was up and he was ready for a fight.
What would this Warfox do when confronted with a specter of his past?
This world is mine for the taking
[ Make me king ]
as we move toward a new world order
A normal life is boring, but superstardom's close to post-mortem
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Post by Onyxdart on Apr 27, 2007 22:56:05 GMT -5
If War was expecting outright fury, he'd expected wrong. Too bad. Warfox was less to mess with when he was that furious.
The tom looked up from cleaning the fur on his front paw at a scent, barely familiar. His eyes narrowed. He had seen this tom before- once. That battle. Warfox stood, tail already fluffing out. Yes, they'd both been younger then. War had been a lot healthier looking. Warfox growled, a low rumble like an angry dog. He was surprised, prone to aggression more than usual for lack of a plan. That was his constant fall-back. Fight first, plan as soon as possible.
He stood proudly on his border, ready to take this other cat down at the very slightest of provocation. But he was not going to make the move- not just yet. [/center] |
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Post by .War on Apr 27, 2007 23:09:49 GMT -5
If you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted
--One moment--
Would you capture it; or just let it slip?
"You're a long vay from home," War meowed, his voice half a snarl.
His tail lashed furiously. There was strength in the muscles knotted beneath his skin.
His head was lowered, his fur bristling. He was quite obviously expecting a fight. Less obvious was his wanting for a fight, though that, too, was visible.
Laying his pointed ears back, he bared his teeth and added, "Vere ez zee other vun?"
The words, sharp and clipped with their strange and subtle northern accent, were spit out like razorblades. They seemed to cut his lips at he spoke, and he drew them back. The full expanse of his seasoned teeth glimmered in the light.
Aggression. His message was strong in the air, his inherent hostility toward one of a rival Clan.
This world is mine for the taking
[ Make me king ]
as we move toward a new world order
A normal life is boring, but superstardom's close to post-mortem
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Post by Onyxdart on Apr 27, 2007 23:27:16 GMT -5
"One could say the same for you, tom," Warfox snapped back at War. He stood with stiff legs and pinned ears, glaring down the other tom and daring him to fight. He knew that clan- they couldn't resist a fight, this tom least of all.
And then. Then... the tom said something that caught Warfox so off guard he dropped all guard for a moment, regarding War as if he were from Mars.
"Other one?" he asked, "There are no others. You killed them all, all but me." His voice rose in pitch and anger, and he bounced forward like a spring. He wasn't aiming to tackle the tom or anything, just tick him off. Warfox was NOT a happy kitty. He wanted to rip this tom's throat out, taste his lifeblood as it flowed from his veins. He owed this enemy ever so much. [/center] |
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Post by .War on Apr 27, 2007 23:32:52 GMT -5
If you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted
--One moment--
Would you capture it; or just let it slip?
Oh, dear.
War bared his teeth in a wicked grin. This was a job well done; he had succeeded in agitating the tom into a fight.
The dark tom's neon green eyes flickered, seemed to brighten with a wild, furious light.
Battle rage.
War was lost in it at once; he threw himself to meet Warfox, jaws open, claws fully unsheathed, a whirlwind of fury and lust for blood.
This world is mine for the taking
[ Make me king ]
as we move toward a new world order
A normal life is boring, but superstardom's close to post-mortem
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Post by Onyxdart on Apr 27, 2007 23:49:13 GMT -5
Warfox snarled as he met War, bringing up a big paw, claws full out, to hit at the other tom's shoulder as he tried to swerve out of War's direct path. He partially succeeded, avoiding claws for the most part, except where they grazed the side of his face and ear. He also wasn't fast enough to hit the other tom in the shoulder.
Instead, Warfox ended with all four paws well on the ground, and crouched for just s plit second, heaving to the side to try and knock the other off balance. When claws and teeth could not get in range, it was always wise to use one's own size. And Warfox had plenty of size and muscle to use. The blood in his veins sang of an unfinished war and revenge and anger. [/center] |
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Post by .War on Apr 28, 2007 19:30:18 GMT -5
If you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted
--One moment--
Would you capture it; or just let it slip?
War whirled away, feeling Warfox's claws skin across his shoulder, leaving thin lines of blood that gleamed blackly against his dark fur.
War clashed his teeth in frustration and threw himself back, rolling with Warfox's blow. He wasn't large enough to stand up to the other tom, but he was fast and skilled to boot.
So...
On the offensive.
He landed on his feet, slightly battered but ready to roll.
He circled Warfox swiftly, and then threw himself forward, swinging his claws at the tom's face and throat. A hurricane of savagery.
This world is mine for the taking
[ Make me king ]
as we move toward a new world order
A normal life is boring, but superstardom's close to post-mortem
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Post by Onyxdart on Apr 28, 2007 19:55:04 GMT -5
The old training was coming back. Warfox was remembering everything he'd learned as a youngster. War came at his throat- so Warfox crouched to the ground and bucked up as the other missed him by mere fractions of an inch. Then he jumped back to get a bit of space, to think of a strategy.
The other cat was smaller, so Warfox could use his size. But he had speed on his side- Warfox was fast, but not as fast as War. It would be a fairly even match, which meant someone would have to make a mistake.
Warfox growled, the first sound he'd made since his initial leap. He was not going to make the first mistake. [/center] |
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Post by Kestrel on Apr 28, 2007 20:00:56 GMT -5
If you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted
--One moment--
Would you capture it; or just let it slip?
War snarled terribly and, like a coiled snake, struck.
His neon eyes were fixed on his shoulder-- wait, they shifted to his face--wait, another change of target. Confusion-inducing changes. Hopefully.
War leaped away and changed angles so fast he was a momentary blur of earth-tones; then his claws flashed at Warfox's sides.
This world is mine for the taking
[ Make me king ]
as we move toward a new world order
A normal life is boring, but superstardom's close to post-mortem
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Post by Onyxdart on Apr 28, 2007 20:19:26 GMT -5
War's claws caught Warfox a good one to the side, and the orange cat stumbled for a moment. This cat was faster than he remembered. Whirling on a dime, Warfox struck back at War, slashing for his face and his ribs, leaning on his hind legs for balance, tail swiping around to change his center of gravity just enough to keep him well grounded so he could use the ground to his favor.
With the leverage the ground provided, he hoped to lend speed to an already forceful strike. [/center] |
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Post by .War on Apr 28, 2007 21:03:02 GMT -5
If you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted
--One moment--
Would you capture it; or just let it slip?
War staggered in his turn, blood wetting his side. Warfox's slash had cut deep, and War's blood splattered the dark earth.
But War felt no pain. He spat his rage and leaped backwards, trailing blood behind him.
He did not break stride. In his fury, he felt no fear nor injury.
War drove at Warfox's hind legs, where the larger cat was carrying his weight, in hopes of knocking them out from beneath him. Then War would be free to inflict heavy damage upon him.
At the same time, War snapped at Warfox's tail-- the source of much of his balance.
Let's see how you would look with a bob tail, why not?
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Post by Onyxdart on Apr 28, 2007 21:13:07 GMT -5
He came down to his front paws, rejoicing at a good hit when War charged at him, to knock his back legs out from under him. Twisting to try to avoid him, his tail whipped around.
And like that, Warfox was down about a quarter of his tail. He kept his balance, but backed down, worried for a moment. He was hurt... but he felt it only distantly. He charged, dived to the side, and came back, jaws open to try and rip the other tom's ear right off his blasted head. [/center] |
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Post by Snowstar on Apr 29, 2007 0:11:28 GMT -5
"ENOUGH!!" Caterwauled a voice from somewhere above. Her dark pelt blended perfectly with the shadows of sun-high as it cast slim fellows onto the ground below. She stepped into the light, suddenly tossed from her camouflage into burning appearance.
The star on her chest burned brightly in the sunlight, though it lay to her back, and she strided up to the borders, forcing between the two and staring with ravaged hate at War. Though small, she looked terribly formidable, with burning eyes and shining claws and glittering canids showing under her curled lip.
"No excuse should be given for unnessassary (?) fighting!" She barked, taking a step backwards as if excorting Warfox back to her land. The land she had been given upon Featherstar's leave.
She she-cat gave a darkening stare at War, standing straight, tail held high in dominance. "You shall not pick fights with my warrior!" She growled, flexing her claws against the stone underfoot. "Tolerance is low, for me tom. I'd suggest you leave back to your home; you are not welcome on Stoneclan borders!" She sniffed coldly, turning her face so only one eye blazed into the rogue, but softened by hardly a heartbeat now that the fighting was over. "Come, Warfox." She said evenly, making her way back up the rocky post at a slant to keep an eye on the rogue.
.. To make sure he didn't try anything funny..
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Post by Onyxdart on Apr 29, 2007 0:39:28 GMT -5
Warfox was drawn aback by his leader's shout. He crouched back on his hind legs, backed up when she got in the middle. His fur was still fluffed up, his tail like a bottlebrush, but he'd have had to go through his leader to get to War, and that was something that he'd never do, revenge or not.
"Yes, Snowstar," he replied to his leader, turning and bounding up the hill after her, whipping back to look at War, trying to keep both Snowstar and War in his sight at once. He was still angry, but he knew when to control his emotions... now was not the time to fight War. Actually he kind of felt like he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't have been. He was quite prepared to at least pretend to be the quiet warrior he appeared to be most of the time in camp. After all, he'd only ever told Featherstar anything about his past, when he'd first joined the clan.
Oh, and Silverwhisker. And did anyone know he'd been the second-in-command, or about the war they'd had with War's clan? Warfox couldn't remember. Maybe he owed Snowstar, at least, and explanation. Eventually. He wasn't sure he wanted to volunteer the information... but if Snowstar asked, or he really felt she should know.
He half flicked his tail, and wished he hadn't. It kind of stung... [/center] |
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Post by Battledream on Apr 29, 2007 3:28:08 GMT -5
[OOC – Hope you guys don’t mind Battle finally stalking it. It’s about time her and Warfox meet up again.]
Trespassing. A sin that the unnaturally large she-cat hoped the leader of this land could forgive….and Lillystar as well.
But it was important, now that knowledge had finally come to her ears…about a cat who had been so dear to her.
The battle had been missed. From Mistclan the gray and black barred she-cat had forged straight into Stoneclan territory, knowing that she was capable of taking on even a group of the other clan’s warriors should they try to stop her.
None could stop her. Especially now that she knew Warfox was here.
Battledream suddenly appeared out of the long grass in from of the two, like a ghost out of time.
Or, maybe, a demon from Warfox’s past.
The huge she-cat sat down, nodding respectfully towards the other she-cat. There was an odd air here, something new and unburdened.
Something painful.
“Warfox.”
Cuttign amber hues flicked, finally landing on the tom.
“I am pleased to see you are still alive.”
Maybe there was the barest hint of a smile on her maw, something there but just as suddenly gone. Her attention returned towards the other she-cat.
“I apologize for intruding upon your clan’s territory, however hence the moment I heard that my comrade was hear I found myself incapable in dwelling peacefully in Mistclan. I had to see him, to see how he was fairing. We…went through a lot together.”
Being the only two survivors, commander and her second, would truly be considered a lot.
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Post by Snowstar on Apr 29, 2007 10:50:26 GMT -5
Snowstar flicked her tail in a satisfied manner before she heard another cat speak. She froze and turned her head, but let her fur slack down as a Mistclan cat entered her territory. She could tell by the deep scent of wetness and stone, and of Lillystar and many others.
She had never questioned the tom about his past, and never truly considered asking, but the more that she met that seemed to emerge from memory lane, the more she began to wonder.
"Yes, indeed, I suppose there is much to talk about," Replied the small she-cat, inclining her head to the she-cat. "Warfox, may I trust you to be alone with this she-cat? I suppose you have much to catch up upon. Carry on," She said breezily, leaping from stone to stone back up towards camp.
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Post by .War on Apr 29, 2007 12:09:52 GMT -5
If you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted
--One moment--
Would you capture it; or just let it slip?
Staved off by the appearance of so many cats, War had fallen back.
He now circled the group in a wide orbit, beyond their range of vision.
Her. The other survivor.
War spat in rage. He could not take all those cats at once...and, anyway, he no longer belonged to his Clan. There were no ties of honor that forced him to kill them.
He could just leave.
But leave a battle unfinished? That rubbed him the wrong way.
The thought of his exile from his home had inspired a strange emotion in him; a deep, rattling regret. But this thought filled him with battle rage once more.
One more strike. He'd get them unprepared, and escape.
War shot forward suddenly, rocketing into the group of cats at high speed; did they think he was gone? Hah. He aimed careful slashes left and right, one at Warfox's face, one at Battledream's throat, and darted away at once. He dashed past the leader, slashing at her for good measure...but even as his claws flashes he was beating his retreat.
With luck, the claw marks he left in his fellows would remind them that he was no cat to be taken lightly.
War veered away and left StoneClan territory for good.
This world is mine for the taking
[ Make me king ]
as we move toward a new world order
A normal life is boring, but superstardom's close to post-mortem
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Post by Onyxdart on Apr 29, 2007 16:40:02 GMT -5
It was like "return of the ghosts" day or something, here. Warfox blinked in confusion at Battledream, expecting her to disappear.
But she was still there even after a good couple of blinks, which meant... she was real? The other one, War had said, and Warfox had shrugged it off, thinking the other tom completely wrong. As Snowstar departed, he grinned hesitantly.
He was about to step forward and greet his old leader when War dashed back through for one last try. Still on somewhat frayed nerves, Warfox reacted almost before anyone should think he could, jumping in War's way and trying to get between Battledream and the other tom, while the tom's aim for Warfox's face missed entirely. He was lucky the other had been in a hurry... |
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Post by Battledream on Apr 30, 2007 2:58:28 GMT -5
What kind of cat would Battledream be if she allowed the one creature she had ever cared for more then as a clan mate be wounded for her?
The huge she-cat nearly shouldered Warfox aside, rearing up onto her hind legs so quickly she was nearly a black and gray blur, claws striking towards the retreating hindquarters of the tom. If he had been a tad slower those claws would have sunk deep into his leg muscles in a crippling, mortal blow, but like a wiggling serpent he slunk out of the way in time.
Bastard. Coward!
A low rolling hiss sounded in challenge as War fled, before the fallen leader turned to face her old friend once more.
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