Neo Huchio VIII
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Post by Neo Huchio VIII on Mar 7, 2012 21:09:49 GMT -5
"I've only sent Tiramisu to find Felix, and that's it, Barker," Brock grunted when he turned to face the sandy tom. "I'm going to have to retrieve the Deathclan remnants myself. As for you, you'll have this area to yourself and whatever rogues remain here until Tiramisu or I returns." He stood up, stretching out his spine to get the stiffness out of his back. Taking only one good glance at Barker, he went around the corner of the fence, staying parallel to the thunderpath only for now. The old tabby rogue felt an irritated hiss rise in his throat, caused by the arrogance he saw in Barker. In time, I will have gotten rid of him, so it shouldn't be a worry, he told himself, keeping a calm mind. I just have to wait for it to come.
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Post by Litmoon on Mar 10, 2012 16:09:27 GMT -5
"Oh, hoho! It's my pleasure to do so, Brock. I hope you are going to take your trip slowly, because we wouldn't want you to rush it, would we?" What's better? How about you never come back to this place! Barker snickered scornfully, his dark blue eyes narrowed to become a new-moon thin curled on his face, quickly taking them off to watch the other direction as soon as Brock was out of his sight. Those DeathClan cats can just go ahead and eat maggots if they want to. After his attempt to kill Lone failed, the sandy tom didn't hold any trust in Felix or DeathClan anymore. Actually, he doubted that Brock only made up DeathClan just to scare the rogues. That Felix didn't fight or shred a single fur in the battle! He is probably just a coward. Down the other direction of the alleyway he padded, the long smile on his face widen when rogues looked out from their hiding place to listen to the plan Barker had. Minutes later, the clearing became empty as the whereabouts of the rogues and Barker remained questionable.
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Neo Huchio VIII
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Post by Neo Huchio VIII on Mar 10, 2012 19:02:31 GMT -5
ooc: next post with Brock, after this one, will be him passing through Eclipseclan to reach Deathclan's territory. By the way, where's Tiramisu?
ic: Brock slowly turned his pad into a run, staying parallel with the thunderpath. Eventually, he entered into a twoleg's yard, jumping up onto a fence the separated the back from the front. The scent of dog was all over, but it was resting in it's little wooden nest. He had to laugh silently as he crossed through, despite the fact that the dog was chained to the small nest. Then the slightest sound just had to be made, making it pull it's head up, looking around. The tabby rogue remained moving, not fast enough to avoid the mangy mutt. When it noticed him, it was pretty much in his face before it moved, snapping it's jaws at him repeatedly. He ignored the amount of saliva that came out of it's mouth, slightly thankful for the restraint being short enough to keep it away. Brock snickered, slashing it in the muzzle, before making his way over the next fence, right back in the face of a thunderpath. There was no sign of a monster, but he dashed across quickly, feeling the wind left by one that swished by once he was off. "This should be about the last nest that stands between me and the forest," the tabby rogue remembered, sniffing out the yard. There was basically no scent at all. It was abandoned, like the one near the Slums. He shrugged, going on by, through a broken hole into the edge of the woods.
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Post by Litmoon on Mar 10, 2012 23:03:29 GMT -5
OOC: You can say Tiramisu is hiding in EclipseClan territory or now following behind the trail left by Solstice and Lune. She is not just going to show herself to the Clancats until she make sure that it is absolutly safe for her to show herself.
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Neo Huchio VIII
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Post by Neo Huchio VIII on Mar 18, 2012 21:44:52 GMT -5
"You know that Felix has a brother," Brock informed the two warriors, crossing into the twolegplace. "His name is Duncan, who I would say is a bit better at planning attack strategies than Felix." He passed through the gap in the old fence, looking into the yard behind the abandoned twoleg nest. His tail waved for them to follow behind him, then he went through all the way. Just like before, it was quiet and there wasn't any kind of scent emanating from the nest. That was a good thing, with the exception of the dog in the yard across from the thunderpath. The old tabby slowly went up to the hard black path, looking down both ends. Taking in a deep breathe first, he dashed across to the thin strip of grass on the other side, stopping at the foot of the fence.
Wartalon looked at Lostpaw for a second, then ran across the hard ground. It hurt his paw pads, since he was mostly use to traveling in the forest, on the soft dirt. By the time he was next to Brock, his paws felt sore, but he held back the pain very well and waved his tail for Lostpaw to come over.
The thin, grey she-cat sighed, copying what the old rogue did by checking both sides of the thunderpath. When she was sure it was clear, she inhaled deeply, and bolted across almost running into Wartalon on the other side. Like him, her paws felt sore, but she also kept it back.
"That wasn't the last little dilemma," Brock growled, jumping up on the side of the fence. He used his claws to get on the top, then looked down on the little nest the dog rested in.
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Post by Litmoon on Mar 19, 2012 21:36:03 GMT -5
OOC: I looked up the dictionary one day and found the definition of the word, sandy, to be yellow-brown, which is mostly what Barker furs should be like, but then now I know that it also meant a shade of brown.
IC: The foliages of the bushes rustled and shook frantically as if something was caught and skinned alive within, moments later Barker was revealed, tufts of his yellow-brown fur was left as souvenirs on the spiky branches. Menacingly he looked back and hissed at the bushes, kicking up dust in an aggressive manner, but then only to cough in disgust when the wind changed direction and blown the mote toward him. Half-choked with dry tongue and bitterer now, the former EclipseClan warrior brushed his tail across his brown spiral-striped patterns to shake the sands out. The fine sands poured out from his fur and created a little sand storm around him.
"Stupid DarkClan cats for having their camp so far away from the river. No cat can drink whenever they want to." Pestering around, Barker complained sourly as he crossed the thunderpath. "That place is only good for fox to dump their dungs at. A good thing I let that wild fox to follow me through their border." A sinister smile went up on his muzzle, while his chest puffed up pompously in content. Just when he was about to throw his head back and laugh, his dark blue eyes spotted Brock and the two other cats. "What the-?! You are not dead? Why are you not- Uhh... I meant... Welcome back to your home, the great Brock! " Indignantly he spat at Brock at first with his eyes almost popped out in rage, then his tone suddenly changed into a silky, smooth voice at the end, dipping his head down in a pretending respect. "You should have send somebody to notify me. I would had given you a welcoming party."
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Neo Huchio VIII
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Post by Neo Huchio VIII on Mar 20, 2012 19:29:43 GMT -5
"How could I have?" Brock gave Barker a questioning glance. "These two here probably would have shredded you, say you tried anything against them." He looked at him, then at Lostpaw. Until now, he hadn't noticed how large the apprentice was in comparison to himself or any other full grown rogue or a clan warrior. She certainly had the size of one of them, just lacked some of the experience. At least to his knowledge. "Barker, these are the two cats of Deathclan who were told to come with me, and of course, they introduce themselves." The old tabby looked up at the sandy tom; he certainly didn't miss what was said at first, but let it slide for now. As long as there was no other incident where that happened again. "As I said, you two will introduce yourselves to him."
"I'm Wartalon," the black tom went first, slightly dipping his head to Barker. "Huh, you give off a little bit of a faint Eclipseclan scent, but I don't think that matters right now."
"And I'm Lostpaw," the thin, grey apprentice, copying what Wartalon did. "I scented that too, but it won't be troubling, since the smell of this place sticks to you pretty well."
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Post by Litmoon on Mar 20, 2012 22:38:40 GMT -5
You better do it next time, so I can stick deathberries into the preys that are specifically caught for you on your welcoming party. Barker retorted bitterly in his mind, blaming the DeathClan, even though he did not know them, for not killing Brock right away, so he would be able to have full controls over the rogues. "Ohoh, why would I want to try to do anything against them? We are allies, right?" Mimicking their acknowledgement, Barker dipped his head down low toward the two DeathClan cats. Pretending to be surprised of their discoveries of him being a former EclipseClan, the sandy tom put on a superficial smile, "What? You two must be the best of your Clan, I have to say! What scenting skills you have! Yes, let me introduce myself formally. Wait, or maybe remember my name now. I am Barker, the future leader of EclipseClan." Cockily he raised his muzzle to make his precense be remembered. Then he scowled as he spotted them on the fence, quickly scurrying up at their levels.
Now that they were closer, Barker got bolder and gave Wartalon and Lostpaw a disdainful look. What? They look the same as regular cats. What's so special about them? Brock must be bluffing. He probably got a couple of cats who we never saw before. Scornfully he made a face at Lostpaw, only doing so to see if he could be the one in charge, "But I have to say, Brock, what is the use of an apprentice in the battlefield? She would only slow us down. You should send her back to nursery. " Pestering, the sandy tom reached out to shove Lostpaw off the fences.
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Neo Huchio VIII
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Post by Neo Huchio VIII on Mar 21, 2012 19:39:52 GMT -5
Lostpaw frowned at Barker, then bit him hard when he reached out to shove her off. She made sure to bite harder than a usual apprentice would, almost with as much strength of a well trained warrior.
Brock closed his eyes, waiting for the apprentice to stop. When she wouldn't, he hit her on the head, then Wartalon did the same. "Take a look at their size," he told Barker. "Lostpaw is the same size as a full grown warrior, and Wartalon is close to twice that. Their clan specializes in strategy, as well as combat, size, and power. And the ones like Lostpaw have a great amount of speed they can use." He looked at Lostpaw. It was an automatic reaction probably, as Barker did show the sign of threatening her. The old tabby recalled the three Deathclan cats he fought moons ago. They attacked him just by his presence. He was an Abandonedclan survivor really, so it would make sense that they would attack at cat from the clan they waged war against. Brock grinned, looking down at the dog's nest "How about a demonstration, if it would be a pleasure to kill a twoleg's dog?" He judged the size of the nest, which was considerably great. The would mean it was a large one.
"Well, if that's what we have to do," Wartalon grinned. "Though, it wouldn't be wise to attack a dog that is owned by the twolegs. A stray would probably be more viscous. Killing one that they owned would only draw the twolegs attention to the cats back in the forest, and Deathclan doesn't want to be run out of their territory. Only if they figure out we did it."
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Post by Litmoon on Mar 21, 2012 22:36:42 GMT -5
OOC: Lostpaw didn't really let go even after Brock and Wartalon hit her head twice. I just want to sum DeathClan cats' strengths up. They are bigger, even the apprentices are as large as warriors, who are also bigger than normal mature cats. So even Lostpaw is bigger than Brock?
IC: "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh! Why, you stupid!"The twoleg neighborhood was going to be wondering why there were caterwauls of pain at their back yards today. Originally Barker only wanted to make fun of the apprentice by pushing her off the fence. Of course he expected the apprentice to growl and swipe back in protests, but he didn't expect her to just nip his fore leg so hard, making him scream like his bone just got crushed. Indignantly he struggled to pull his bitten paw free, swaying his body, his eyes bulged like those of gold fishes when her fangs only sank deeper. "I don't care if you kill the twolegs' dogs or not! Or if you have to kill off rogues to prove your strength! Just get your stupid apprentice to stop biting me before MY PAW BREAK!" Barker demanded furiously and hissed, snarled loudly at the pain, like his own health was the most important thing of all.
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Post by Neo Huchio VIII on Mar 22, 2012 17:30:11 GMT -5
ooc: About so. Deathclan is a pretty tough clan, and have only had a different form of enemies to fight. Mostly foxes, stray dogs, and wolves (on occasion really). Think if your not planning to communicate a nearby clan, your going to be occupied by something else.
ic: Lostpaw bit down harder when he called her stupid. It was just an automatic click in her mind that said kill if threatened. Attempting to do a thing like push her off was considered a threat. She was just biting harder for fun, now.
"Lostpaw, please let go of him before I pry you off," Wartalon ordered in a fiercer tone, superior to a common warriors. He look unsheathed his fore claws and swiped her across the side of the face, forcing her into letting go of Barker, finally. "You should note that you never threaten a Deathclan cat, even if it's just a little joke, we won't be so kind. Warriors of Deathclan don't take jokes so easily, if it means probable harm to them."
"Yes, even at the presence of your enemy, you attack," Brock sighed, unable to remove the memory of his fight with three of them. "Lucky, I was able to reason with you, just for now. Anyways, I will ask them to do anything specific to prove that, if it's necessary." He observed the wound left from Lostpaw's bite on Barker's foreleg. It looked deep... very deep. That was enough to proof to tell how much power they can generate in a single attack, and seem like they were prior to it. The old tabby look back and forth between Wartalon and Lostpaw. He wanted to show he extent of their power, as long as it meant they would attract twolegs into clan territory.
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Post by Litmoon on Mar 22, 2012 18:45:15 GMT -5
OOC: So I guess some of them still live with ways of warriors after the previous one disbanded.
IC: Barker, grumbling complaints in high pitched shrieks, pulled his bitten paw back and started to lick it gingerly. Although he was tempted to knock Lostpaw right down, hoping she would break her neck, he was more worried about his damaged paw. Snickering coldly with satisfaction when red marks appeared on the DeathClan apprentice's face, the sandy tom lowered his head down once again to lick off the droplets that were pouring out from the bitemarks.
"Threaten you? No, why would I want to threaten you? Though can you imagine my horror? Here I am, minding my own business, when she just bit my paw! " Once again his voice boomed with flattering honesty, complaining with unfairness. Like Lostpaw had been the one who started the trouble at the first place, Barker gawked at her menacingly; his dark blue eyes now two narrow cracks of hatred. "If I am in charge, you will never become a warrior! I will send you straight back to live in the nursery for the rest of your life!" Suddenly he cried out in pain when he tried to put his wounded paw down, then his foreleg buckled and collapsed beneath him. The dog must had heard their hubbub, because it was now barking at them with its chains rattled loudly. Shouts came from the nests, following by the sound of doors creaking open.
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Post by Neo Huchio VIII on Mar 22, 2012 19:44:17 GMT -5
Brock gritted his teeth, angrily. It was both Lostpaw's fault for biting him, and Barker's for trying to use the wounded paw that the twolegs and dog woke up. "Lostpaw, Wartalon, don't bother making any contact with the mutt," he ordered them, touching the ground quickly. "We don't want to get noticed... Right, Barker?" His glare locked onto the sandy tom in anger, almost prepared to wound his other forepaw just for doing something stupid. Still, he shoved him to roll over the grass a little bit, just to get him started. The old tabby went to hide on his own after that, trying to keep his cover set up. The mangy mutt's looking at you Barker, entertain it why don't you? he laughed in his head, waiting for the sandy tom to do, well, something.
At the same time, both Deathclan cats shot for the cover on the side of the house. They were listening to orders, like many others in the clan would. Even if they were from someone who wasn't even apart of the clan. Wartalon reached the other side first, then Lostpaw, both sitting to wait for Barker.
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Post by Litmoon on Mar 22, 2012 21:02:49 GMT -5
"Do you really expect me to climb down with my paw wounded- Arrr! What are you doing? " Before Barker could have a chance to protest, he already fell and landed on his bitten paw with a rolling shove from Brock. A long yowl of pain escaped his throat, tuning down into a squeaking whimper. Curse the DeathClan cats and Brock! When I become the leader, I will show you no mercy! In fact, I am going to skin you alive and feed you to the rats! Angrily he struggled to stand still on three paws and hustled for the cover with clumsy hops. His hope for not having his future minions seeing his silly state diminished and replaced by horror when a gust of hot, stinky breath hit him from behind. The dog's dark eyes looked madder when it met with the sandy tom's dark blue. This time, not even his flattery could save him.
Across the lawn, Barker screamed at the top of his lungs when the dog gave chase from behind, its drools dangled sideways at the corner of its mouth. "Ooooh!" The fluffy tip of his tail was nipped off. Knocking both Wartalon and Lostpaw out of his way, he didn't care what would happened to them, so he squeezed into the cover for space and was willing to push the DeathClan cats out if it meant his survival. "Why did you do that to me? Do you know that you almost killed me?" Furiously he hissed at wherever he thought Brock was hiding, then trembled and started to push the DeathClan cats outward as a second dog emerged from the shady corner.
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Post by Neo Huchio VIII on Mar 23, 2012 19:29:04 GMT -5
Brock snarled at the dag that attacked the sandy tom. He didn't hesitate to break out of his hiding to claw at the mutt's left flank. That instantly dragged it's attention on him, just how he wanted it. He let out another slashing strike, hitting it in the muzzle, reminding him this was the same one that was chained up to the little nest it rested in, that he slashed across the face. That gave him a better reason to strike it, now that it wasn't restrained by the chain, somehow. The dog bit at him, spread it's drool everywhere, when it failed to land a blow. The old tabby circled around it several times, confusing it far to easily. Then he went and nipped at it's hind legs quickly. When the dog turned to bite at him, he'd already be at a safe enough distance. It kept trying, eventually hitting him with one of it's paws on accident. He rolled across the ground, coming back into the view of one of the lights that glared down from the twoleg nest. He looked up at a twoleg that was looking down from an opening in the wall. That wasn't good, it would see him and the dog fight, which would draw another unwanted problem into this.
"Hey, are you some kind of coward," Lostpaw hissed at Barker. She didn't like how he was acting, even if he was wounded.
"Forget it, there are two dogs, and probably some twolegs about to join in," Wartalon informed, glaring at the second dog. "We can take out the dog, but we won't be able to hold off a twoleg for long. We either stay and fight, and get captured by the twolegs, or we get out of here and hide from them. Only one of those are acceptable options." He saw the second dog come at them, and instantly went to hold it back. He jumped and hit it in the face with his hind legs, then climb on to it's back, scratching his claws where he could.
Lostpaw shrugged, before having to slash the dog across the muzzle. Since Barker wasn't going to be much use, she and Wartalon were going to have to face the mutt on their own, and try to put it down before the twolegs show up. She got under it quickly, jumping up to hit it in the belly with her head directly, then rolled out from under it to the side.
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Post by Litmoon on Mar 25, 2012 20:53:14 GMT -5
Barker crouched at the edge of the cover, his eyes wide and nervous at first, but then were filled with gleams of smugness after he watched the dog being taught a lesson or two by Brock. "Ha! Take that, you mutt!" Obviously he wasn't unsheathing his claws to fight for himself, but he sounded like he just took a whole pack himself. Just when he was about to step out and give the dog a few scratches, too, the beaming light immediately made him ducked down and squeezed himself against the corner of the coverings. Twolegs! Oh, no, they are here, too!
Right now the only thing he had in mind was to blame the DeathClan cats and Brock for getting him into this kind of trouble. "You crazy cats! See what you had done now! I don't want to die!" Without any attempt to fight back or come up with a plan to battle, he scrabbled his paws around the towering fences, which he could have cleared with his long legs, but impossible with his forepaw injured. "This are all your faults!", the sandy tom bellowed at the other cats, holding up his injured paw on purpose. The wound given by Lostpaw was beginning to clot and heal, but Barker still acted like a foxdung about it. To Lostpaw he hissed with hatred in his dark blue eyes, "I am no coward! I am just too wounded to even raise my paw! Oh, and thanks to who? Now come here so I can step on you and climb my way out! And maybe leave you becoming dogfoods!"
OOC: Barker did not help at all. Did he? *facepalm*
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Neo Huchio VIII
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Post by Neo Huchio VIII on Mar 26, 2012 18:00:38 GMT -5
Brock immediately moved out of the light, grabbing the dogs face when he reached it. He bit it in the muzzle, making sure he blocked it's muzzle with the scent of blood to avoid being tracked. It swung its heard around; he dug his claws deeper into the side of its face to ensure he had a good grip. When he did let go, he shifted his focus onto the twoleg nest, noticing the one in the window was gone. We don't have time for this. "Lostpaw or Wartalon, hit it in the muzzle," the old tabby ordered, slashing the dog near him across the lower jaw. "We must make sure they can't follow us." It camp his shoulder in it's jaws, and wildly thrashed around then releasing. He could feel the pain coursing through his body, almost like it became his blood, and could only help wait. His back hit the fence, and on impact, a sharp sting ran through his spine, going through every nerve he had and making the pain worse.
"Lostpaw, go help Brock up," Wartalon hissed the order, paralleling himself with the apprentice on the ground, away from the second dog. "And stop whining, Barker, your going to be able to rest later, right? So do something with your other good paws." He jumped when he felt the wind from the dogs snapping jaws nearly reach his face. It was certainly driven on something. He shook his head, and pounced on it's face, the scratched his claws against it to get on back. It moved over to reach him, snapping it's jaws barely close enough to land a blow. The black tom slashed across it's nose when the dog got close enough once. Then, cautious on his movement, he got back on it's face, claw at the top of the muzzle then biting through it. The dog swung around like the other, unable to release it. Wartalon jumped off, landing close to Barker. "We have to leave before the twoleg comes after us."
Lostpaw back away to do as ordered, but met the same trouble as before. The dog that threw Brock glared her right in the face, drooling like it was hungry. If it was, that would be a problem. She jumped over to stand on it's back, then off the rear, with only one thing in her head. If she could help Brock before the twoleg got down, which was a surprise for not being down yet. They always reacted faster when they were doing some kind of patrol around Deathclan territory. The grey apprentice stopped, turned, and jumped at the mutt again, kicking it in the forehead directly. It snapped it's jaws at her her back, probably to treat her like a chew toy like it did with. "Not going to happen, ya mutt," she hissed slashing it in the eye. Lostpaw was close to attacking again, but saw the twoleg nest door open and the twoleg that was staring down stood there. It shown some kind of light around the yard, stopping at her first.
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Post by Litmoon on Mar 26, 2012 18:36:16 GMT -5
Barker watched Brock fastened his teeth on the dog with despisal, suddenly determined to treat this as nothing but a show put up by the DeathClan cats. If words of them defeating two dogs by themselves, the rogues that were originally following him might changed their mind and started taking orders from DeathClan cats. There was no way he would want to see Brock's plan to succeed, even in a life-and-death situation like this one. I should just let Brock or the DeathClan cats die or get captured by the twolegs now. Scornfully he thought, pushing his head against the fence planks one by one to see if one of them had loosened up. The sudden clatter jerked him to leap back, his heart pounding hard. At first, his dark blue eyes widen with horror and shock as the tabby rogue challenged a beast many times his size, then at the sound of bone clashing against the wooden fence, he twisted his neck to look away, "Don't you DeathClan cats ever knew how to give up?! "
The dogs let out a high-pitched, earsplitting bellow, ringing against his ear drums and making Barker to stumble backward. "What do you think I have been trying to do? How unfortunate am I to be stuck with you mousebrains!" shouted the sandy tom back to Wartalon as he suddenly fell onto his haunches as the ground underneath his paws gave away. "Arg! Wha-" Whipping his head around in dismay, he suddenly found himself digging frantically at the base of the fence, where earth had dipped inward and revealed a small space. This will be my way out of here! This was probably the few moments in his life that he was thankful of his scrawny size and long legs. Casting a farewell gaze filled with malicious intent at the pinned down Brock, Wartalon, and the last light-shone Lostpaw, Barker laughed sinisterly as he ducked in and squeezed himself out through the gap and came out from the other side. The space might be enough for him to come through, but never for DeathClan cats for their sizes. "I am a genius! " Mockingly Barker, who seemed to be ignorant of his earlier wound, leaped up the fences again and sat back to watch their struggles. "Brock, how unfortunate, maybe you and your DeathClan cats are doomed to fall here." maliciously he jeered in triumph.
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Post by Neo Huchio VIII on Mar 26, 2012 19:27:02 GMT -5
Wartalon let a near snake-like hiss at Barker's retreat, but pushed it at the mutt when it went at him. He was going to have to make a kill blow, now, then get away from here. First he went under the hound, kicked in the chin when he was at a good spot. It yelped, but didn't stand long when he shredded it's hind legs in a hurry. He rolled out from under it as it collapsed, then padded up to it's neck. Getting at a precise spot, he bit through the flesh while putting it on it's side and then clawed out part of it's neck. The black tom hissed at it, not paying any attention how much force he would have used without restraint. Then he watched the twoleg coming out of the nest. The dog near Lostpaw backed up, while she was frozen in place with a light point at here. He understood her reaction, this was the first time she'd come across a twoleg. Having to take advantage of how slow the twolegs normally were, Wartalon went at the twoleg's leg, slashing it as he went by. "Lostpaw let's go, get Brock up."
Lostpaw nodded, finally moving again. She moved to Brock, who started regaining his muscular control. "Barker's running like a mouse," she informed him, stopping at his side to act as a support. "Do you want to go after him or go where we need to be?'"
"Wartalon, come on, we've got to leave, the twoleg is just a nuisance," Brock growled, coughing. He could feel a warm liquid rise in his mouth. Blood, maybe from biting my own tongue or from some sort of internal wounding, he pressed down on all fore paws, leaning against Lostpaw's shoulder. Nothing seemed wrong, except for a pain in his shoulder and most of his spine. "Come one." When he started moving, the apprentice stayed close to him to help support him as a need. The old tabby could feel the blood that already escaped his shoulder dry up on his fur. He saw that Wartalon got back up with them, still running though. He looked back at the twoleg, with an extreme anger on it's face. Shaking his head, he used whatever he could to dash off, followed by Lostpaw.
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Post by Litmoon on Mar 26, 2012 20:19:20 GMT -5
Barker had to say that he was disappointed to see nothing that he expected, which included beaten up by the twoleg with a club, captured in one of their cages, slashed into pieces by the two mutts...etc and so forth, had happened to Brock, Wartalon, or Lostpaw. As far as he could tell, he didn't like any one out of the three. Not Wartalon. Not Brock. And definitely not Lostpaw, who he hated the most at this moment just for biting his paw. From Barker's perspective, everything that had gone wrong would be other cats' faults, even though most of the time the sandy tom was the one who stirred up the trouble. Now what? They are not dead yet. As usual, he guessed he would just go back to them, saying that it was just one of his mistakes, or jokes. The unbalanced and fragile alliance between them could be powerful if it was steered to the right way.
On the diagonal opposite side of Barker, a shadowy figure suddenly appeared out of thin air, its spiraling mist scattered to reveal a Dark Forest tom. The gray tom licked his black paw and whisked it over his black muzzle and black ear in a relaxing manner, pity and laziness beamed out of his blue eyes as he watched the two DeathClan cats and Brock. Lying on his belly, the Dark Forest cat's eyes were almost a horizontal slits on his face and his black tail lashed slowly. "Living can hurt a lot, doesn't it? Brock? Maybe it is time for you to join ranks among us. After all, you got strong DeathClan cats to fill your place, don't you?" In a warbling voice he murmured, scratching his right cheek with the tip of his claws, his jaws stretched wide with a yawn.
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