A cat at the edge of the territory OPEN

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    Darkwater, a former member of BoneClan walked up to the edge of the BloodClan border.


    "So this is the mighty BloodClan." Darkwater muttered to himself. "Just sands and cliffs."


    He sat at the border, being careful not to cross it, and waited for a patrol to come.


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    Finally, a cat that was actually somewhat wise. Darken walked up to the cat and gave him a tip of his head, being much more polite to him than those pricks who thought they could just stroll into BloodClan territory. "Name and business." He said, it was the same for every hopeless soul who tried to join the clan. They came. They vanished within a moon. They never really stay too long unless they're of any importance.
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    Darkwater stood up.


    "I'm Darkwater, of BoneClan." He meowed dipping his head respectfully. "A cat who I cannot name has been trying to kill me. Staying in BoneClan became too dangerous and so I was forced to leave the Clan, and my sister behind. I wish to join BoneClan's greatest ally, BloodClan. I'm sure I can be of great service to this Clan."


    He narrowed his eyes at the cat before him, "I do intend on finding who has tried to murder me, and I will kill him, preferably the hard way. I hope BloodClan doesn't mind bloody claws and broken bones."

    [size=75pt]amour.[/size]


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    [align=left]"my darling, i don't want you to ever leave me, my darling. you and me were meant to be together, my darling."




    "and if i cannot have you no one can, you're my darling, 'cause i possess your soul, your mind, your heart, and your body."




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    [justify]"So basically," the pale serval mused as she melted out of invisibility, gazing at this other cat with a skeptical looking expression upon her lovely features. "You're wanting to join here to run away from your problems there, is that correct? I'll have you know, if some cat here decides they don't fancy your presence, we won't appreciate you very much if you decide to up and leave." Her tone was stern, and carried with it warning, as well as doubt as what kind of asset this cat would be to Bloodclan.




    "You have to be tested. Fight against somebody from our clan to prove you're worthy of membership."[/justify]


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    [size=36pt]Darepaw


    [size=7pt][glow=black,2,300]i'm breathing in the chemicals. i'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus this is it, the apocalypse.
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    joining the others at the strange boneclan stench, the dark ginger tom wrinkled his nose. sure, he was fine with allies but when they waltzed over asking if they could join to run and hide, yeah. pathetic.


    at the mention of the tom having to prove his worth with a fighting assessment, the apprentice of tiresias smirked slightly, he loved watching these. and what was better than watching them? well, being the one to kick his ass of course![/fancypost]


    [size=7pt][glow=black,2,300]i'm waking up, i feel it in my bones, enough to make my systems blow. welcome to the new age, to the new age, welcome to the new age[/glow][/size]

    Darkwater shrugged. He didn't really care about the other BoneClan cats. Except his sister of course.


    "Fine, who do you what me to fight against?" He asked, mentally making a list of cats he wanted to rip off their head and stick it on a post.

    "Me," the tortie apprentice said simply as she walked over. It seemed only fair, and how could it go wrong? It seemed like a good way to get some bonus training in anyway.

    Darkwater narrowed is eyes as the tortie approached. He tensed his muscles and waited for his opponent to make a move.


    He had learnt, through years of fighting that different cats required different ways of attacking. Darkwater had always preferred to ambush his opponents instead of facing them in direct combat, since that gives him a definite advantage.


    I'll wait and block her first attack, and counter strike he thought to himself. It probably wouldn't be the best idea if I ran off then stab her in the back later.

    Sweetpaw managed a sickly sweet smile, like she had found the last candy. "Play time," she mused in a light voice, batting her eyelashes. As suddenly as she had appeared, the tortie apprentice lunged, keeping her body low as she aimed to slide under her opponent. If all went well, she would slide onto her back and kick up her back legs so that her feet had a chance to hit him in the chin. Her momentum carrying her on, Sweetie would pop up behind him, bouncing on her paws, a smile playing across her lips.

    Darkwater released the energy he had built up in his tense muscles as he sprung straight up, he unsheathed his claws and attempted to land on Sweetpaw so they could wrestle.


    If I can get into a wrestle with her, I should have an advantage in size. He thought.

    Sweetpaw gave a laugh, rolling to the side and springing up. She bounced on her feet, determined to not ruin her lovely tattoo. "Come on, tiger, with those markings! You should be doing better than that!" The tortie grinned, paws swiping out at different times. With each lash, she would hop back without waiting to see if he blows landed.

    Darkwater growled. A claws swipe nicked his nose. He charged straight at her, ignoring the flashed of claws. She wasn't close enough for them to really hurt anyways. He tried to tackle her.


    If she continued to attack this way, I would be close enough to get a reasonably good hold on her. If she decides back up to keep the distance, two can play that game.


    OOC: Sorry I just joined today and I'm editing my profile, but I can't find how to put images into the gallery. Do you know how to?

    OOC: I'm the wrong person to ask, as I've never felt the need to XD Help den, maybe?


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    Sweetpaw continued to smile, even as she tumbled to the ground. Her paws reached up at his sides, hoping to sink her claws into his flesh. With a short burst of laughter, the apprentice of Cataclysm pulled her back legs close to her chest, claws out. Kicking up her back legs, she hoped the cut into his chest and hold him there, even if it hurt her legs. This was just too much fun.

    Darkwater hissed in pain as claws raked his pelt. He dug his claws into her soft belly as best as he could and used his front claws to pin her shoulders. Everything else was a blur around him, all that mattered now was the battle. Blood roared in his ears. It was been too long since he has fought like this, he hasn't tasted blood of another cat longer than he would've liked.


    For moons now a cat had been trying to kill him. He could never track him down since he always washed off his scent. Darkwater had his suspicions of course, but he could never prove them. The closest his gotten was a lump of dark tabby fur in an rib that he almost tripped on, and that piece of fur was covered in the scent of fox dung that no one could identify it. He leader didn't listen to wait he said. He, being the leader, had 'better things to do than hunt a fictional cat'. He released his moons of frustration into this fight, he scratched as hard and he could and lunged forward and tried to sink his fangs into her neck.


    A cat whom he looked up to once said, Claws fight, but jaws kill. Not that he wanted to kill anyway, just to maim, or seriously injure.



    OOC: This is officially the longest post I've posted! YAY! I hit 30 posts!

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    [size=36pt]Darepaw


    [size=7pt][glow=black,2,300]i'm breathing in the chemicals. i'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus this is it, the apocalypse.
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    [lol congrats ^^]


    darepaw scowled slightly at how sweetpaw just jumped in, but didn't protest at all. the dark ginger tom supposed that he'd have a chance to prove his strength sooner or later and for now, he could just sit back and relax and watch how each of their moves worked. it would be useful if he ever had to fight or spar with them one day. [/fancypost]


    [size=7pt][glow=black,2,300]i'm waking up, i feel it in my bones, enough to make my systems blow. welcome to the new age, to the new age, welcome to the new age[/glow][/size]

    OOC - Good job!


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    Sweetpaw smiled sweetly as claws dug into her belly and her shoulders got pushed down. But as he pushed forwards to bite her neck, she swiftly moved her head to the side and snapped her head forwards in his general facial direction, hoping to stun. "Uh, uh, uh," she said, voice teasing. "That's not very nice, now, is it?" Quickly, she bunched up her legs before putting all of her force into pushing them up, hoping to send the male flying with the action. Because it was much more fun to fight when she had the ability to walk, now wasn't it?

    Darkwater was thrown off balance, but he managed to keep an awkward hold. He was larger after all, and he had his claws dug deep into his opponent's fur. Shaking the stars out of his eyes he tried to pummel Sweetpaw's belly with his hind legs.


    OOC: Is your cat hurt yet? How long is this going to take? I'm going to die before my cat dies.

    OOC - Not too long. We'll get Ginny/Amour to call it off. He won't get killed. And yes, she is.


    Sweetpaw gave a halfhearted sigh as he clung on. "Amour, I think he might just have to stay. I'm getting bored of my play thing," she called, forcing her back legs down to stop his blows from making her stomach wound any worse. Hopefully, that would hold him.

    Darkwater narrowed his eyes. "Plaything?" He snarled. Ignoring the cat Sweetpaw was talking to, and continued to to scratch and bite anywhere he could. "It's not over until its over!"

    "Well, killing me would be bad for your chances of joining, short straw," Sweetpaw replied in a bubbly voice, rolling over, hoping to drag him with her. After all, if he could slash at her back, her spinal cord, it would all go down hill pretty fast for her. "And we don't want that, now do we?"