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Post by foxyfeline on Sept 4, 2006 14:23:48 GMT -5
Here he comes. The infamous God.
Black and white pads--nearly silent--crossed the hills, and the amber eyes that were set like stones into his skull were glowing coolly, calmly.
A God was straying into the lands, and he was nearly disgusted; what was this, trash? He laughed to himself; this terrain wasn't good enough for him.
Of course, he thought to himself, I have come to bless these cats. I'm sure of it; why else would my travels lead me here?
The arrogant splotched black and white tom closed his eyes in disgust, sitting there, his tail flicking, his ears alert. He didn't feel nearly as secure as he should have felt, as a handsome immortal being, but he just sat, wind ruffling soft, glossy black and white fur, two dark ears twitching, trying to catch the sound of a silent butterfly. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Bane on Sept 4, 2006 14:36:35 GMT -5
"I hope our home isn't too grotty for you."
Came a voice, filled with amusement and young arrogance. The large, handsome tortoiseshell strode forward, eyeing this handsome, yet highly arrogant - and the way he held himself and looked disgusted by the earth he set foot upon made Hawkclaw want to rip his throat out there and then - with mischievous eyes. His long black tail flicked behind him, and he stopped just a few metres away from the tom, who held himself like he was a King. There was the urge to spit at his feet and kick dust into his ammaculate black and white coat. Just for fun, ya know?
With his usual mischievous grin on his face, Hawkclaw went about questioning this tom as to why he was here, when he obviously wasn't keen on DuskClan territory. Hawkclaw looked him up and down as if the tom were a piece of dirt stuck in his claws - just to wind him up - then spoke, his voice flowing yet sounding handsomely rugged at the same time.
"So tell me, why would such a tom - who holds himself as if he were a spoiled kittypet who's owners would feed him five times a day and pet him and speak in pathetic voices saying "Who's a pretty little boy? You are, Mr. Cuddles!" - set foot upon DuskClan territory? You obviously are disgusted by our home, so why on earth would you remain here? What is your name, Mr. Cuddles, or shall I just keep referring you as that?"
After that, Hawkclaw's mischievous grin widened, his eyes glinting with amusement. If he really wanted to join DuskClan, he'd have to learn that he's no better than any of the DuskClan members, else he was in for a good old battering. The only reason Hawkclaw came to him now was because he thought it might take some duties off of Sabrestar's hands. He was a good little warrior like that, see?[/size]
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Post by foxyfeline on Sept 4, 2006 14:58:42 GMT -5
Immortal smiled, his charming amber eyes glowing. His silky fur wasn't the least bit ruffled. The taunting cat was obviously having his fun, so why should he, a mere God, spoil it?
The black and white pads slid over, closer to the dark-coated cat, feeling a rush of emotion flood into his patched form. "Oh, yes," the dappled tom chuckled, "Mr. Cuddles." He suddenly closed his eyes, his smile widening. "Was he the one who now lies in the middle of the human street, strangled with his own intestines?"
He slid back, then forward, then left, then right, slithering around like a snake, gaze still cheerful, smile wanning until it was nothing more than a smirk. His tail lifted, waving airily, before it dropped dead, brushing against the dust--disgusting!--and then he turned his dead-cold eyes, which flared like dusky light bulbs, and he smiled thinly.
"I've come, dark one, to bless your lands, and your warriors. I'm Immortal." |
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Post by Bane on Sept 4, 2006 15:14:34 GMT -5
Bless these lands? Who the hell did this tom think he was, acting like he was the leader of StarClan! Hawkclaw snorted in amusement at his words, at him, not with him. The black tortoiseshell cocked his head to one side in amusement, sitting down infront of the black and white tom. He was weird. He was an idiot.
"Yeah, I bet you are, Immortal."
Such a fitting name for such an arrogant tom. Immortal indeed. Hawkclaw still preffered Mr. Cuddles and would carry on calling him that. Purely because it amused the DuskClan tom.
"Bless our lands? Why would our lands need blessing, Mr. Cuddles? And unless you're intestineless and secretly dead, I'm pretty sure Mr. Cuddles probably got abandoned or better, was finally let out of the house and got lost in his own back yard, therefore ending up here. The big wide world is a scary place for such a tom like Mr. Cuddles."
Hawkclaw snorted, his gaze hardening slightly but as always holding that amused, mischievous appearance.[/size]
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Post by foxyfeline on Sept 4, 2006 15:23:49 GMT -5
"Yes." Immortal rolled his eyes, tail tip flicking soundlessly as he sat on his haunches, smiling. "My name is Immortal. Needless is this to ask, but what name do you go by, Sir Fluffikins?"
The cat's silken black ears were not flat against his dappled skull; oh, no, they were triangular, perked, and that friendly look still lingered in the amber opticulars. His tail, mostly black save for the single white streak that ran unevenly through, lashed once to show his unwillingness to be defeated in this battle.
The spotted tom paused as this tortoiseshell tom went on, still smirking the entire way. Mister Cuddles! Oh, how that name fits me, a God! Oh, yes, I forgot, I'm not a God, I'm a kittypet. Silly me.
"Yeah. Poor Mister Cuddles. I'll help you find your way home, if you like," the silken tom purred in a voice that matched the texture of his soft fur. However, his eye gleamed once, a spark which signified the tom was a little annoyed, but in a flash it was gone, replaced by mock innocence.
"It's this way," he added, nosing down towards his claws, which were slowly sliding from their sheathes, like lethal swords that belong only to Godly kings.
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Post by Sabrestar on Sept 5, 2006 17:20:19 GMT -5
Oh, how amusing.
There was a soft laugh. Perhaps a scornful one. But it sounded more bemused than cold and threatening.
It was light and airy, musical, soft and smooth. The accompanied sounds that followed were pawsteps and a swaying tail caressing the hind haunches of Duskclan's Mistress.
An angel from hell, perhaps, one could call her.
And so it was that Duskclan's Leader's silver-blue gaze fell upon the two males, her muzzle lifted slightly at an angle that spoke of authority but not of foolish pride. Her muzzle sleek and smooth, her face was flawless and innocent, masking over the blood that once stained the shining black coat. Beautiful for an evil persona, she moved with the liquid step of a dancer's, paws kept light upon the ground, her petite frame almost dwarfed by these two males.
But did that bother her?
Of course not.
Long silver whiskers fell from the sharpened muzzle, gorgeously mysterious eyes glistening like chipped diamonds dipped in sapphire.
Smooth liquid sinew curled and writhed beneath a well-groomed coat, two tiny scars just below her left eye, proving that she is not quite as invincible as she seems. As was rumored.
"Would it be wise to bless lands such as thus when they are already cursed?"
Sabrestar purred, stopping besides Hawkclaw and tracing her tail against the handsome tom's shoulder, sitting down, unphased by the dirt below her as she crossed her paws daintily and fixed Immortal with a gaze that was both piercing and deadly, yet elegant and polite.
She tilted her head to the side curiously, a small smile curling across her obsidian lips.
"Would it be rude to ask of you to drop this act of stupidity? You carry yourself with the air of a King whilst in the realms of a Queen."
Her voice was quiet though smooth and fluid, yet there was an edge that was hinted behind these words, a malice that could only be seen if sought for.
She let out another velvety laugh.
"I am amazed at the growing audacity of Man's pet over the years I have dwelled within this forest."
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Post by foxyfeline on Sept 5, 2006 18:29:28 GMT -5
The entrance of the beautiful femme' was so unexpected that Immortal was abosolutely charmed; a figure, framed with golden sunlight, standing before him, with calm power and assertiveness, not arrogant pride, but with chilling authority, as if she'd been a Princess all her life.
Heir to the throne of Satan, Immortal thought, smiling as the beautiful feline stood before him menacingly. He was intrigued by the beautiful figure, but after a moment or two, he cleared his head, smiling as the pretty cat spoke her first words to him.
"Oh, Milady," he chuckled with a mrrow of laughter, "Curses can be lifted with the right gift." But he cleared his throat, sitting taller, sunlight lifting upon his silken coat, the black and white fur that shone like silken gloss, the muscles beneath his pelt hardening instinctively. However, he couldn't threaten this she-cat; she was in her own Kingdom, protected by her Laws. Immortal tilted his head, amber eyes glowing.
The midnight-coated fae continued in that silken voice of hers, and this time Immortal smirked. She was proud and arrogant; just like him, but a she-cat, and by the looks of it, she commanded an army of claw and fang, that would ambush him at her command. He decided to keep his distance. She probably wouldn't be charmed by his looks. As she spoke, he smirked and bowed to her, eyes lifting to meet the silver gaze.
"Milady," he meowed in a throaty voice, shooting a gaze at the lean tortoiseshell called Hawkclaw, "I have no right to take your place at the throne..." Here he flitted gracefully forward, almost a fox-length from the magnificent figure, "But," he continued, standing taller, "I do have a right to claim a part in my quest." Here, the tom's eyes narrowed.
"You see, Love," the cat murmured, his eyes glowing with fire, fire that burned steadily within his amber gaze, "I am a King, and it is no stupid act. However... I ask to be your warrior, a fighter among your ranks."
And, surprisingly, as if he truly thought the demonic cat was his superior, he bowed once more, this time very low. But he did not bow to Hawkclaw. Oh, no, he bowed to the she-cat warrior. The dark queen in the midst of shadowed lands, and Immortal was to bring success to them.
He felt honored.
And they should as well. He lifted his black head and smiled serenely at her. "Accept or decline, whichever, is your loss. I do not believe in higher power, for I am the highest there is." He said these words, dripping like dark honey on the tip of his Holy tongue, and he smiled, satisfied with himself.
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Post by Bane on Sept 6, 2006 10:25:29 GMT -5
Hawkclaw kept his gaze on Immortal as Sabrestar entered, feeling her presence before she stepped forward. Her velvety voice made a shiver send down his spine, but he kept his cool. She would know doubt show Mr. Cuddles where to stick it.
The tortoiseshell sat, his amber orbs concentrating on the tom's own amber set, and he couldn't stifle laughter at the arrogant comment of him being the highest there is. If it were up to Hawkclaw he would be dead already, just to prove that he wasn't a god, and to put his cocky little ass in place. Or atleast Hawkclaw would tease him a little, fight, and see who ends up the worst. Cause if he was this god, shouldn't he be able to beat a young tom like Hawkclaw without a scratch?
"Get off your high horse, cocky idiot. Thinking like that is what got you killed from where I came from."
He would have carried on with worse stuff, but it would no doubt be appreciated by Sabrestar, who really was equally as cocky herself, but she had a right to be so. Whereas he was a lowlife, a rogue, and didn't deserve the title of "cat" in Hawkclaw's opinion. But whatever. If this tom would just decrease the King talk, Hawkclaw could probably get along with him alright.[/size]
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Post by foxyfeline on Sept 6, 2006 17:24:42 GMT -5
If only I'd allow Immortal drop his high self-esteem... Sigh and laugh. Well; that's what makes him interesting.
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Immortal whirled to Hawkclaw, eyes glinting menacingly. This cat was getting on his nerves. Without waiting for the black female to reply, his curt reply with followed by a snicker, "Well, Spotty, where I come from--whether that be Heaven or Hell--we act as we please, as bumbling pheasants like yonself, like a solo soldier, or like..."
He leapt away from his former position, sitting high and regal on his ivory haunches, splotched with the silkiest of dark ebonies in a single shadowed patch across his leg, and he purred in a silken tone, "Myself." Eyeing the warrior with contempt, he swirled away again, this time letting the wind ruffle his fur, and the sunlight to beam down on him, giving him a mist of golden aura. It dissapitated within moments, like weak silver mist in a strong, powerful gale, but in that moment, he felt power rise and uncertainty cower.
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Post by Sabrestar on Sept 8, 2006 19:01:45 GMT -5
"My oh my, so it seems we have yet another kitty wishing to join our ranks, dear Hawkclaw."
The little feline purred, tilting her fine head a little higher as her smooth neck pulled down into the elegant ruffles and curls of the short pelt upon her chest. She rose a thin brow over the flinty, volatile silver-blue eyes of hers that seemed to slice the air with sharpened sabers. Cutting. Killing.
A smirk plastered across her cursed mouth, so relentless and unforgiving. It was this heartlessness that awarded the Mistress such glorious power. It was the hate she had towards the world that made her so strong, so powerful.
Sabrestar was not one to toy with.
"Is it smart for a King such as thee to challenge a Queen such as I? Perhaps the dominance for power may bleed, with you shadowing my every pawstep."
Her tone was very light and there was even a slight purr to it, a smile gracing her flawless lips, her slender forelegs shifting to support the slender body that held such elegance and beauty. A small pink tongue flashed behind the black lips, moistoning the mouth that spoke such bittersweet words. The light summer air ruffled peacefully at th Queen's coat.
We are the image of the invincible.
"So if you're of such royal blood, would you be willing to bruise your stubborn Pride to bow down before I, the true Queen of this kingdom?"
Two can play at that game.
Sabrestar let out a soft mrrow of laughter that rolled off the tip of her tongue like molassas, so sweet, so brilliant, ringing with a thousand tastes yet behind the innocence there was the tiniest trace of venom.
Tempted to eat the sweets?
You will pay with your life.
The contempt between Hawkclaw and Immortal bit the air with cold fire, crackling like electricity between the two males as they verbally bit at each other's throats. It was amusing. Funny, actually.
It takes one such as Sabrestar to find such things laughable.
She turned her pretty head towards Hawkclaw, still smirking, the very corner of her lip raised in a half-grin, revealing glistening, white fangs.
"What do you think, Hawkclaw? Should we let him in?"
It was a stupid question to ask but the ClanLeader asked nonetheless. She wanted to hear him tear at Immortal with his harsh tongue.
Perhaps it would be an opportunity to learn more of the male Sabrestar had come so far to appreciate.
The only feline she had even considered of granting the least ammount of respect towards.
Even God has his own weaknesses, no?
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Post by foxyfeline on Sept 8, 2006 19:24:21 GMT -5
Immortal smirked as Sabrestar answered. He blinked with a strange expression when the pretty black feline spoke of him bowing to her. Females were obviously the upper hand, and his instinct told him Goddesses were stronger and twice as powerful as Gods. He sighed; this black Queen was going to put up quite the fight.
White chest glowing like snow, black fur rippling, the splotched tom answered the black Queen slowly, letting the words drip from his mouth like sweet poison; he both loved them and despised them, those words.
"I'd bow to no one but you; because you are a leader, obviously, and are high of rank. Yes... no one but you, because, after all, I'm asking to join your plethora of warriors, am I not?" He mewed, tone matching hers.
When Sabrestar mentioned Hawkclaw, the bi-colored tom remained silent, not daring speak, because Hawkclaw would do all the speaking. He seemed to enjoy himself more than Immortal did. The black and white warrior gazed with mild lights at the tortoiseshell and the Queen.
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Post by Bane on Sept 9, 2006 5:29:36 GMT -5
Hawkclaw held an expression of disgust as he eyed this arrogant stranger. He'd been called a bumbling pheasant... and nobody got away with insulting him like that. As a wandering rogue, anybody who even dared to make such pathetic insults to him were made into minced meat. The only thing stopping the tom this time was the fact that he was now a warrior under Sabrestar's reign. If she wanted the brute dead, she would probably do it herself. And so far she hadn't signalled her wish for that, so all Hawkclaw could do was send daggers in the tom's direction.
Ears pricked as Sabrestar asked him what he thought. Wasn't it obvious? He wanted the idiot dead! Or atleast wanted to show him that he wasn't a God as he put it, and get rid of some of that pathetic pride the rogue had. Rogue's shouldn't even have any goddamn pride! The tom snorted, turning his burning amber orbs back onto the pathetic tom before replying.
"I wanna see him lying dead at the foot of a mountain, wanna see his brains decorate the ground beneath him. It'd be the perfect gift to rip his intestines straight from that arrogant body of his, rip his eyes out and feed them to the crows. But if I can't have that, I wanna atleast give him a hand in getting rid of that pathetic pride he has in himself. Teach him that he's not better than any of us - infact, he's far, far below any warrior in this forest. He's scum."
There, he's said what he thought, and it made him feel so much better. A malicious, amused smile curled his rims, framing his handsome features. His long tail flicked behind him, and his amber orbs remained fixed on the tom, still glimmering in mischief. He knew he couldn't have any of what he'd said, but it was probably want Sabrestar had wanted to hear. Now, for his final answer.
"But he's our scum. Once he gets rid of that pathetic pride, he'd be a decent addition to our numbers. Or atleast, Shocksoul will have someone to do his errands for him."
His mischievous grin widened, his bright orbs daring Mr. Cuddles to make some witty reply. Hawkclaw would hate to admit it, but he actually quite liked the arrogant tom. But that was his little secret..[/size]
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Post by foxyfeline on Sept 9, 2006 7:47:49 GMT -5
Immortal sat, amused. Hawkclaw certainly knew his words! Wow! After the tortoiseshell was done speaking, the black and white tom's amber eyes gleamed. They appeared polished gold.
"Oh, Hawkclaw, you are but so poetic," he purred, nodding thoughtfully. Or, he appeared to be. Really, he was measuring this kitty up; he was strong, he had pride, and he wasn't afraid to show his true feelings. Then, Immortal spoke again,
"But, try as I will, I cannot forget the fact that I am a God. And a God I will remain..."
He glanced with a surly look in his eyes at Sabrestar, and he let himself go silent after that. - Sorry for the crap post... I really don't have anything else to say. I just woke up. T_T[/size] |
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Post by Sabrestar on Sept 9, 2006 15:03:07 GMT -5
"But is Satan the God of Hell?"
Sabrestar taunted, her words sweet and rolling off her tongue deliciously, ducking her muzzle to smooth out the slightly ruffled hairs on her slender chest, all the while pinning her harsh gaze on the male. The left side of her grin grew wider and her gaze suddenly shifted to Hawkclaw, sitting besides her.
"If 'God' is so invincible, then perhaps he can survive under the wrath of Hawkclaw's fangs. Show me how much blood you can shed, Immortal, for although a King has power over life, he also has power over death."
She laughed quietly, a cold, humourless laugh as she moved her head back up and straightened her back, her tail running along the handsome tom's besides him.
Immortal was quite charming.
But he was hot headed.
And there's only room for so much pride before chaos ensues.
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Post by foxyfeline on Sept 9, 2006 15:14:10 GMT -5
Immortal turned back to Sabrestar, a small smile playing around his lips, those graced snow-white lips, like a God's graced lips. He let that glittering charm rise in his amber eyes, and then he dipped away, to sit side-by-side with Hawkclaw. Dangerous move; he flitted back to his previous spot, sitting on his spotted haunches.
"If Hawky wants to fight with me, that's his desicion." His eyes, suddenly devoid of any emotion, turned back on, battlelight hidden in the depths, then it dissapeared like mist in a strong gale. He didn't care if Hawkclaw challenged him to a fight; he had great strength, both of them did, and it would be an interesting battle. He spoke up to Sabrestar, voice harsh,
"Enjoy seeing the toms fight over you, she-cat? I called you a Goddess, but now I'm rethinking the words I lied out. Now I think I'll call you a..."
Oh, well imagine; as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,
and I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words.
"What a beautiful wedding!, What a beautiful wedding!" says a bridesmaid to a waiter.
"Ah yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom's bride is a..."
The black and white blur slid over thirteen paces, and in her face, he spit the word like poison, "Whore." - Oh, God! Sorry, listening to the music, I fell for it.. xD[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Sabrestar on Sept 9, 2006 15:26:14 GMT -5
Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
I've never looked better and you can't stand it.
I know to me your name is cheap.
I know to me your words are -
Shhhit.
"Oh, getting a bit offensive now, it seems."
Sabrestar said with another one of her chiming laughs, her sharp muzzle turned and inclined slightly.
"You're flirting with death, my friend. For if you were King and I were a mere pheasant like yourself, you would not let my blood taint your beautiful coat. You would have your own slaves do the dirty work. But I? I don't mind. I crave blood. But, I know the contempt Hawkclaw has for you. And if I fought you myself, one way or another Hawkclaw would find a way to kill you before I got to. Besides, who could pass the opportunity for a good show, love?"
Clever, clever.
Her words were laced with Nitroglycerin,
her threats were wrapped in cellophane.
She didn't flinch at all when the rougue moved his face so close to hers. She merely smiled, like a child. But a very sick, twisted child.
Oh, well imagine; as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,
and I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words.
"What a beautiful wedding!, What a beautiful wedding!" says a bridesmaid to a waiter.
"Ah yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom's bride is a..."
"F u c king slut."
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Post by foxyfeline on Sept 9, 2006 15:31:34 GMT -5
"Ooh, now, that's very unladylike of you, Sabrestar," the charming cat purred, tail-tip flicking. "Well, you think I die so easily? Don't be a retard, bitch."
He flung himself to the side, eyes glowing with the light of the moon. "I'm Immortal."
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Post by Sabrestar on Sept 9, 2006 15:44:38 GMT -5
No one talks that way to Sabrestar and survives.
But she was having far too much fun.
"Unladylike? Well, perhaps it is you who is ungentlemanly. For even the tounges of Angels have Sinned."
Her tail curled upwards and she chuckled lightly, her tongue flicking past her lips and running slowly across the flawless exterior of her mouth, as if relishing the taste of the poisoned honey that laced every word she pronounced.
"My oh my, rude, are we? Have some composure, Immortal."
Sabrestar does not break and snap.
Hard as a diamond and as sharp as a saber.
Unbreakable? Perhaps.
House of composure,
Where is your posture?
Oh, no no.
"I think I liked the flirty, hotheaded Immortal as opposed to this one. You're scuttling over the edge of the cliff, Immortal, and all I have to do is step on the crack and let you fall. To be the Queen of Satan, one must accept sacrifice. Even if it is from High Kings such as yourself.
If you think -I- die so easily, then perhaps you are the one who is a 'retard'. Although I am not one to use such crude words.
I prefer imbecile."
It's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
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Post by Bane on Sept 9, 2006 16:29:23 GMT -5
(ooc| I see a Panic theme coming on x3 well I was gonna ruin it with Breaking Benjamin, but WHO CAN RESIST PANIC? O=)
Just stay where I can see you.
Douse the lights!
We sure are in for a show tonight...
That trademark mischievous grin widened as Sabrestar mentioned battle. His fur tingled, his talon-like claws flexed. Battle to him was like a toy mouse to a kitten. He craved it. He instantly stood, ready to attack the idiot, ready for blood to spill. But it was cut short. His patience was on a timer as the tom seemed to not want to battle, but rather to insult Hawkclaw's leader. Anger grew, overflowed like a waterfall.
Nobody insulted Sabrestar and got away with it.
Hawkclaw said nothing, but leapt into action. His talons were extended in deadly fashion, and as all attention was within Sabrestar and Immortal, he took that moment to strike. He'd be unseen, unexpected. He was the poison. Using his youth and agility to his benefit whilst trying to use his enemies size to Immortal's downfall. It was difficult, but he somehow managed it. He was agile yet strong. His powerful shoulder went crashing into Immortal's side, and in one swift movement he went to pin the tom before he could even blink. His strength would mean he were bolchy, and hopefully would be unable to get out of the way in time. His lethal claws were extended, and in one deadly swipe tried to rip the tom's throat, wanting to see the blood spill like a waterfall from his jugular.
"Nobody insults her, fool. The only retard around here is you."
Come congregation,let's sing it like you mean it.
No. Don't you get it don't you get it? Now don't you move...
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Post by foxyfeline on Sept 9, 2006 17:08:54 GMT -5
Immortal's eyes widened as he watched the blow coming; his amber eyes poised into slits of rage, as he barely ducked the swipe, and leaving Hawkclaw with a pawful of silky fur.
He unsheathed his magnificent claws, before he checked himself, and he smiled, refusing to be perplexed. So what; it was a pawful of his black and white fur, so long and silky, and he had enough of it...
Sighing, Immortal rolled his eyes again, the zest coming back in full spirit. "This is getting childish on all three parts. No more; I lost my temper for a bit."
The black and white cat's glossy fur gleamed, as he ran his pink tongue smoothly over the silken pelt, then he looked back up, smiling. "Oh, and by the way; we're getting far off topic. All of us. Let's start over."
He yawned to show he was bored of insulting Sabrestar, bored of insulting Hawkclaw, and bored of being insulted. "I was asking to join your Clan, remember?"
He didn't really expect to gain entrance after all of that. He smiled disarmingly, and an innocent amber glow within the golden depths, as he added, "I can say I was a bit rude."
Bowing his head to Sabrestar, and bringing it back up quickly, he smiled charmingly before adding, "I apologize." |
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