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Post by .War on Feb 14, 2007 21:17:54 GMT -5
Make war not love
The she-cat slinked after the vole, her yellow eyes set, narrowed. her tail twitched silently on the ground.
Her name was Wrath, and though she was not a cruel cat she had an explosive temper. She had lived on the Meadow for near four years, and had more experience than some twice her age.
She took a furative step forward, her gray tabby fur twitching in concentration. Another step, and she'd be able to get that vole...
A dark streak flew at her from the shadows. Wrath paused, turned her head a hair, her claws unsheathing--
She was struck and hurled aside with the speed of something hit by a train.
WhattheHELL?
She flew several feet and slammed to the earth in a crunch of crushed foliage. She skidded several more feet, the rattling impact leaving bright green trails across her vision.
Finally, she came to a rest, battered, bruised, coughing dust from her lungs.
Her vision jittered and refocused on the form of a wiry tom, watching her with bright neon green eyes.
His fur was brown-black, and Wrath realized with a surge of rage that this was the cat who hit her-- hard, and without reason.
Well, he would rue the day he hit Wrath!
She lunged at him, her teeth bared. For some arcane reason, the tom seemed to welcome the attack.
The two cats rolled, clawing and biting. Wrath growled in pain and fury, feeling the cat's claws like cold fire.
She managed to get a good swipe at the tom's face before he forced her down -such skill- and ripped one ear to ribbons. His long claws drew a deep red line across the side of her face, a scar for sure. She felt more claws digging deep into her shoulders, scrawling bloody lines on her sides.
The tom lowered his head, mouth open, and Wrath cringed. She fully expected him to bite down on her throat, crushing it, killing her, but instead the cat made a peculiar move: he turned his head sideways and slashed her throat with his fangs.
Instantly, she felt blood wet her chest and dampen the dust.
She gasped, blowing out air between gritted teeth.
The tom stepped away, a fiery excitement in his eyes. What a fight it had been!
The she-cat grew dizzy, her eyes fluttering. She awaited death, and for a moment darkness overwhelmed her.
But she clung to life, and a few minutes later she came fully awake once more. She stood, her limbs shaky and weak.
The tom watched. Wrath trembled with exhaustion and helpless rage. He had nearly killed her for his simple enjoyment!
But she could not fight him again. He would surely kill her. Instead, she stumbled away, coughing, leaking blood onto her paws but alive.
The tom turned and padded away, his movements smooth and powerful, his ears forward. He sought noise, another cat to speak to and maybe even fight.
A smile donned his lips. His neon-green eyes sparked with livliness and excitement.
I wanna be the cause of a fight [/right]
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Wicked
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Post by Wicked on Feb 15, 2007 3:32:54 GMT -5
this is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
fifteen percent concentrated power of will
five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
and a hundred percent reason to remember the name. .x.-Let me play my little game-.x.
The coughing, stumbling she-cat that the tom had be playing with so pleasantly walked right into the ill-tempered Wicked.
One slash.
Another.
The twin strikes were like muted lightning, and the rather pretty, yet still heavily scarred, clouded colored young she-cat danced away.
“Get out of my way.”
Were the only words hissed, ears flattened against her head, and then Wicked moved to easily and simply move around the wounded rogue.
Distain crossed her face, but then her attention turned to look at the brown-black tom with electric green eyes.
A frown.
“What are you staring at, brat?”
.x.
this is the story of them against us, win or lose
forcin your feet into someone else's shoes.
everybody's got somethin to say;
that we oughta live their way, what were doin's not okay.
in this world, everybody's got a chip on both sides of their neck.
got no respect ; wait up a sec
.x.
She snorted, shaking her head. Perhaps her more drastic turn in foul temper camp after she lost track of her sister, Wither.
Perhaps not, Wicked always had a temper after all.
“Nice moves there though.”
She admitted grudgingly. There was an underlying warning though.
Try it with her and she’d gouge his eyes out.
Wicked moved to catch up with the tom. If it was one thing about this she-cat, she was quick, so it didn’t take long.
Well, she did miss company. Wither had always been nearby, and now since she was gone…she wanted to speak to another creature.
.x.
[/i] Gonna be somebody For anybody tellin me I can't
For anyone who told me I had no chance
I'm tellin you the time has come
And maybe you'll get it when I'm finally done[/size][/color] |
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Post by .War on Feb 15, 2007 16:51:19 GMT -5
Make war ; not love
"Vhut do you think I'm staring at, fe?" War spat back. He did not move away from the fela, however; he himself wasn't starved for company but could handle it well enough.
To be truthful, attacking strangers and picking fights with rogues didn't amount to much. It was routine. It was empty.
War needed a war. Something meaningful and bigger than himself.
His hunger for war was a strange thing.
'Nice moves there though.'
"Likevise," War meowed. He paused, stared with almost eerie intensity at the she-cat -his neon green eyes highlighted his expressions and made his gaze something brightly hypnotic-, then nodded his head a hair. "The name is War."
Not Warheart. Not since he had been excluded from his home.
xx.I wanna be the cause of a fight
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Post by flame on Feb 15, 2007 18:48:29 GMT -5
Fire doesn't burn Struting along a calico manx looked at the two cats."Well well."She said,not to them.Her green eyes watched them,Dancing but really fighting. Watching the tom closely she went closer."Well hello handsome."SHe siad,smerking.Her stiches moved like fluid,just like her body,in perfect motion. It dances. |
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Post by Wicked on Feb 16, 2007 2:14:53 GMT -5
this is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
fifteen percent concentrated power of will
five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
and a hundred percent reason to remember the name. .x.-Let me play my little game-.x.
“Something you certainly don’t need to be.”
That barbed tongue cut back easily, and Wicked rose to her full height to stare down the tom challengingly. She had wanted a conversation; company, perhaps.
But not exactly target practice to sharpen her temper on.
He wanted a war, eh? Where, there was a war. But Wicked couldn’t give this stranger the information, for she didn’t know he sought it himself.
.x.
this is the story of them against us, win or lose
forcin your feet into someone else's shoes.
everybody's got somethin to say;
that we oughta live their way, what were doin's not okay.
in this world, everybody's got a chip on both sides of their neck.
got no respect ; wait up a sec
.x.
His odd, hypnotic gaze was rather irritating, and the she-cat growled, as she continued staring back in her bitter way.
“It’s Wicked.”
War, hm? For some reason, Wicked did not find herself surprised by the name.
“You smell of clans.”
Her growl was sharp, just for the fact that Wicked was purely a rogue. After all, how many leaders would have such a purely temperamental feline in their clan?
No, no Wicked was at home as a rogue.
“You here for a reason, War? Or just tryin’ to make the rogue she-cat run in terror?”
Her smile was rather, ahem, wicked, course amusement dancing in those green hues.
.x.
[/i] Gonna be somebody For anybody tellin me I can't
For anyone who told me I had no chance
I'm tellin you the time has come
And maybe you'll get it when I'm finally done[/size][/color] |
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Post by .War on Feb 16, 2007 16:53:07 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?
"Vell, I am; and there's not a damned thing you can do about it." War shot back, a slight, crafty grin donning his features. He loved banter nearly as much as fighting.
He passed a slightly bemused look to the strange, stitched fela who appeared seemingly from nowhere, but returned his gaze a moment later to 'Wicked,' who had spoken.
He tilted his head. "Now, my clan days are behind me," he meowed with the tone of voice used to explain something to a kit. He was quite highly amused by the current situation, and in his good mood did not care about how dangerous a thing taunting the bad-tempered fe could be.
Not that he ever cared.
"Looking for something," he answered nonchalantly.
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 flame on Feb 16, 2007 18:05:15 GMT -5
I dancelive like Fire,burningliving inside me
"Well like every loner,a good home away from twolegs and a mate."The she-cat told War.Her dark eyes looked around."Looked like a frieght train hit this place."She said,amused."What'd you do?"
ooc:Flame might had a mate here. What do you think Kest?
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Post by Deathwind on Feb 25, 2007 5:51:55 GMT -5
(Wow Wicked, War and Deathwind all don't like other cats that much. You know this is going to be bad. <.<) .x.Let the suffering end.x.
Blood. The sweet smell of blood was in the air. Not too far from where Deathwind had laid down to bath in the sun. The aroma was enough to make him get up and find out what was going on. Coming across the rogue she-cat that War had practically left for dead then Wicked gave her own attacks for being in the way. The brown tom didn't feel any emotion of lose.
"You are very well going to die." He stated to her unaware of the other three cats not too far off in the distance for now. "Who ever fought you should have killed you without mercy." His tone was eerily calm and to the point. Without another word, he lashed out for the final blow. Not letting her see if she'd live with such wounds.
He didn't do it out of pity either to see a rogue in such disdain shape and pain. No, it was the matter of seeing someone not finishing the job.
Soon other scents of cats caught up to him. Turning his head to the direction they were at, Deathwind could see them. His bright green hues focused upon each one of them. In his own mind he had figured they wouldn't want him around or to befriend him. Just like everyone else has been to him over the years. Distant and not wanting him.
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Post by flame on Feb 25, 2007 11:24:39 GMT -5
Two percent water
Eighty percent cat
Ten percent Flames
Glowering at the new Tom Flame growlled,"Don't even think about you flea bitten tom."Her eyes narrowed,but she moved away.
Flames rose around her,dancing,touching all the could reach.Standing amazed Flame went to touch one,only to burn her nose.Sitting back down she watched them,burning her home to the ground.
Her eyes closed at the soft memory came back,with a sigh she sat down.
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Post by Wicked on Feb 26, 2007 1:25:20 GMT -5
this is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
fifteen percent concentrated power of will
five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
and a hundred percent reason to remember the name. .x.-Let me play my little game-.x.
“Oh yah? That’s what you think, War!”
She snapped easily back; this verbal assault was almost thrilling. This tom had to be the first she’s come across that actually attempted to wistand her cutting tongue.
Most had run away. Weaklings.
However, at the other she-cat’s words, the mean clouded she-cat growled. Growled. Angry green hues fell on the she-cat; about to tell her off for just butting into a conversation without any questions asked; when yet another cat decided to show his mangy hide!
What a day for Wicked.
If she had to deal with others; she preferred the one on one basis; and look! Here was three around her.
Another low grumble; and the bad-tempered she-cat flattened her ears.
.x.
this is the story of them against us, win or lose
forcin your feet into someone else's shoes.
everybody's got somethin to say;
that we oughta live their way, what were doin's not okay.
in this world, everybody's got a chip on both sides of their neck.
got no respect ; wait up a sec
.x.
And Deathwind had no idea how right his thoughts were.
“Who the hell are you and what the hell do you want?”
A caustic snap, as Wicked turned her head to stare the younger tom down.
Easily.
She looked, if anything, even more pissed…which altogether wasn’t very surprising for her. Wither had been her balance; her sister the only one who knew to placiate her.
And now that she was gone; well, there was truly no stopping her…
.x.
[/i] Gonna be somebody For anybody tellin me I can't
For anyone who told me I had no chance
I'm tellin you the time has come
And maybe you'll get it when I'm finally done[/size][/color] |
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Post by Deathwind on Feb 26, 2007 1:51:17 GMT -5
.x.Never wanted---always.x.
Deathwind held his ground, but showed no signs of moving towards them or leaving. Always the same. Why did it have to be the same? No it wasn't his fault other felines didn't like him. They just did.
Wicked's attitude was the worst he had ever seen. Despite he had no idea what Flame or War's attitude was for the time being. Technically he didn't have to answer her questions. Yet he did decide to answer her first question only.
"Deathwind," the brown tom said without much effort. His right ear twitched as if something invisible touched it. As for the wild she-cat's second question, he could have said a friend but kept quiet about it.
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Post by .War on Feb 28, 2007 21:32:30 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 took an aggressive step toward Wicked; something few cats dared to do. "Prove it, then, fe," he challenged.
Oh, how he loved the thrill of the fight; even a verbal one, as it happened.
Then the newcomer arrived. War turned to face the other tom, his neon-green eyes cutting the air like razorblades.
"Var," he said simply, mirroring the tom's words.
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 Deathwind on Mar 4, 2007 3:42:28 GMT -5
.x.Stop looking at me like that.x.
The look War was giving him was a familiar one. It made his blood boil to think that they could give him a look like that and go about their way. Something Deathwind was about to take care of.
Except the she-cat, Wicked, had started something with War... possibly the other way around? Then there was the other she-cat that has metal on her head he wasn't sure what it was called or why it was there. Three on one. Those odds weren't in his favor if he went to fight them all.
Yet something kept him to stay. Maybe the act of seeing a fight? Or maybe getting involved in one? It was hard to say really. Deathwind sat down while sheathing and unsheathing his front claws for a brief moment of attempt to keep from charging and taking that look off of War's muzzle.
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