DANCE TO THE BEAT OF THE DRUMS || raid

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  • [hr][hr][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Seriously? All of these raids were getting quite annoying, actually. Pastelpaw popped her head out of the medicine den, quickly morphing into her full grown cheetah body. Ugh. Seeing Mockingbird and Limits, she hissed, protecting the medicine den.

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  • The tabby stealth walker growled as he saw the she hissing and trying to protect the medical den. "So now they are putting the medics in fights?" He inquired with a low voice. He swiped at her, aiming to hit her chest and hopefully knocking her over so him and Mocking could get into the den.


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    paying anything to roll the dice just one more time... some will win. some will lose.

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    hoping that rue would be distracted by his mate, the cheetah gathered himself then leaped over the thorns, sending his claws sideways towards her throat. even if she moved, he hoped he could get her head or her chest.
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    actually, leper has the sight which allows him to see her aura.
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    pot of leprechaun gold beneath rainbow {leprechaungold, leper for short}. tribe of rushing water. stealth-teller. male. 12 moons. G1. DHPR/HP.
    hard. no kill. no permanent injure. no capture. can injure.
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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]The tiger slowly strode over to Mocking and Limits, eyes blazing as he looked down at them. "Step away," Cigarettepaw rumbled a warning, stepping in front of Pastelpaw and the medical den,"or I will not hesitate to rip your throats out."

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    //oh, okay! :3 and it's alright Stellar. :3


    Crud. The bad thing about being a humongous tiger was she wasn't hard to hit, especially with her lack of battle training, as the claws gashed along her face, she backed away, screaming in pain, putting a paw to her eye. Rue wasn't exactly much of a fighter, though she was rather good with being creative with her tactics, but that hadn't saved her from Leprechaun's blow. The apprentice slowly pulled her paw away from her face, a rather frightening bloody mass where her eye should have been as she whimpered in pain, apparently having forgotten about the fight.


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    the isabelline cheetah stopped and paced backwards uncertainly. this was just an apprentice... was he wrong to be fighting so hard? no. she's an enemy warrior. she attacked you. you can't feel sympathy. he stayed back, ready to go elsewhere if she was beaten, ready to dodge if she went after him.
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    hard. no kill. no permanent injure. no capture. can injure.
    multiple possessions {red rosetted tabby with white tom, irish setter, golden eagle, isabelline cheetah, red deer.}, invisibility, project and manipulate emotions, the sight. [/size]
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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]The tiger slowly strode over to Mocking and Limits, eyes blazing as he looked down at them. "Step away," Cigarettepaw rumbled a warning, stepping in front of Pastelpaw and the medical den,"or I will not hesitate to rip your throats out."


    "Please," he spat loudly, "you can't do shit!" He stood on his hind legsand swiped as hard as he could, trying to land good hits on the tiger. Limits came back to his four feet, growling and waiting.


    You can kill him//

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    Cigarettepaw raised an eyebrow when the small cat landed attacks on his thick tiger skin, tail swinging from side to side behind him. "Really?" He rumbled, snapping forward and aiming to lock his jaw around Limits' neck. If successful, he would then wrench his head to the side in an attempt to break his neck.

  • The tiger was successful in grabbing Limits. He writhed around before he knew it was ending. The small tabby bobtail's neck was snapped in a moment of seconds, leaving his last gasp of help unheard.

  • [hr][hr][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"Ci-" Then all she heard was the snap of Limit's neck, and she squeezed her eyes shut. She hated that noise. It was just like when Crow had went snap on her neck. A shiver was sent down her spine, and she opened her eyes again. Using her flower prints, she created a tiny wall of brambles and thorns across the entrance to the den; leaving a very skinny opening for her to get in and out.

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    Gritting her teeth, she started getting the blood to clot again, trying to make sure the bleeding wasn't too bad. Ruepaw took a couple deep breaths, wanting nothing more than to get out of there. She had no idea why they were even attacking, as she had joined long after the occupation had ended. But this was her duty, right? She got a place to sleep, food to eat, and friends, so this was the price, right? Fighting the battles she had to? She clenched her teeth and forced herself to stand straight again, then screamed as loud as she could, using her sound manipulation to make the screech so loud it was ear shattering.


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    the tom was engulfed in the ear shattering scream. he flattened his ears, trying his best to block out the noise, but it still left his ears ringing afterwards. he felt dizzy and off balance, and shook his head in an attempt to get back into sync with the battle. his green eyes blazed. looked like the female still had a few tricks left after all.
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    pot of leprechaun gold beneath rainbow {leprechaungold, leper for short}. tribe of rushing water. stealth-teller. male. 12 moons. G1. DHPR/HP.
    hard. no kill. no permanent injure. no capture. can injure.
    multiple possessions {red rosetted tabby with white tom, irish setter, golden eagle, isabelline cheetah, red deer.}, invisibility, project and manipulate emotions, the sight. [/size]
    [size=4px] #luckyirish #LOTOwillbehereshortly [/size]

  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]He dropped the body carelessly and stepped away as the wall of brambles grew behind him. Had he done something wrong? He was only trying to protect Pastelpaw. Turning back to Mocking with a deeper warning growl, the tiger stood his ground, aiming to swat at the male.

  • Mockingbird halted, growling at the tiger. But he was powerless to stop him from snapping the neck of Limits. The serval flattened his ears to his skull and hissed. The tom dodged away from the swat, turning to face Cigarettepaw. "You'll pay for that," he mewed lowly. The serval flung himself at the tiger, aiming to claw out the eyes.

  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Oh, no. No one was getting his eyes again. He veered backward and morphed into a raven, swinging over Mockingbird and landing behind him before changing into a wolf. He attempted to kick out the serval's legs beneath him, a way to trip, before going for his back.

  • Mockingbird was steady on his legs, however, and avoided the kick. When he was turning to face the morphing creature, he was barreled into. Not the back, as they were aiming for, because he turned. But Cigarettepaw rammed into his side. The serval hissed and twisted further, aiming to grab hold of the wolf's shoulder with his powerful jaws.