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Post by ~*Autumn Thistles*~ on Mar 19, 2006 17:25:40 GMT -5
Wolfsong bounded forward, bristling. He unsheathed long claws, and threw all of his weight forward, trying to do some damage to the beast. His fur rippled in the bleeding sunset, and the newly made battlefield was shaded crimson from the light.
Small pads thudding on the ground, Jaguarpaw raced to aid his friend. I sure hope there's room for two, he thought to himself, and launched onto the one-eyed creature's back, latching his claws in tight.
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Post by Cerberus on Mar 19, 2006 17:34:47 GMT -5
Nasir was dismayed, what with all of the cats marauding him... but he had an idea. He felt Wolfsong smash into his ribs, and he flinched, stumbling back and snapping madly at the deputy.
Despite the horribly painful wound, Glacierstar quickly got back up, hissing and snarling as he went charging again. That was when Nasir got an idea- he suddenly rolled over. Weaselpaw thought he heard a sickeneing crunch of his own bones, and when Nasir rolled over and stood on his feet again, the cat was on the ground, feeling a bit too limp to move. Nasir charged, bloodthirst taking over his rationality as he bit- he actually got Weaselpaw in the back, tearing deeply into his back. The apprentice stumbled, wobbly, feeling ill, and too tired to move. The wolf greedily prepared to finish him off.
Glacierstar was immediately worried- stupid apprentice... he could either bring the cat back to Iceclan and see that he was tended to, or go to Forestclan- Glacierstar decided the latter would be better, and that was when, with a painful whump, he catapulted into Nasir, hacking, biting, and tearing like a crazed wolverine.
Surprisingly, it worked, as the leader carefully licked his shoulder. Nasir ran off, bleeding in many places, cursing, knowing Cerberus would mock him and ask how he got so many scratches and cuts.
Weaselpaw, meanwhile, quietly laid on the Thunderpath, remaining silent. Oh... Mooncloud was going to rip him apart when he went back to Camp! But... he couldn't move. Actually, he felt like he would like a nap- a really nice nap...
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Post by ~*Autumn Thistles*~ on Mar 19, 2006 18:03:24 GMT -5
((If he's dead, I will rip your jugular out!!))
Jaguarpaw felt him go under, hearing the sickening crunch of bones. His mind whirled. There was pain-- were they his bones, or Weaselpaw's? He stood still, not daring to breath, if he could. The apprentice's chest heaved. He heard yowls, and snarls. Slowly, he tried to stand up. A leg refused to move. His head whirled around for a few more seconds, and the tom suddenly closed his eyes, unconscious.
Wolfsong swore as he looked at the two ForestClan cats. "Great StarClan... Who's going to take these things back?"
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Post by Cerberus on Mar 19, 2006 18:18:57 GMT -5
((Yay. I'MA GONNA GET MY JUGULAR RIPPED OUT. Not. o.o
Nasir: MOMMY, I GOT A BOO-BOO! ;.;
O.o
Nasir: ...You didn't see that. You didn't. *Snarls.*))
Glacierstar looked wearily at the deputy. "We should. Oakleaf, go back to camp and take a well-earned rest. Wolfsong... would you mind going with me to the Forestclan camp?" Without a second word, the giant leader carefully scooped up Weaselpaw in his jaws by the scruff of his neck, like a kit- not that Weaselpaw was a kit, it was just due to the fact that Glacierstar was so large that he could easily carry Weaselpaw like a kit.
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Post by ~*Autumn Thistles*~ on Mar 19, 2006 18:33:17 GMT -5
Wolfsong nodded. Carefully, he slid the second unconscious apprentice onto his back, and wordlessly began to pad in the opposite direction. The pair would be lucky not to be set upon immediately by the ForestClan Warriors upon their return.
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