Snow & B.L.O.O.D (Gorsefang's Followers)

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    [size=3]G.O.R.S.E.F.A.N.G[/size]


    [size=1]<blockquote>The large, muscular tabby tom kept his head braced against the wind. It blew ferociously, howling loudly in the black of night. Large snowflakes were pelting the tom, but he continued to push forward. His pawsteps had vanished behind him, and Gorsefang could not see fox legths ahead. The trees were leaning in the blizzard, and Gorsefang was relieved when his paws met stone. The snakerocks.
    Freezing, Gorsefang shuffled around in the snow. With a surprised hiss, his paw collapsed into a hole. Gorsefang moved the snow with his paws and nose, and discovered an old badger set. He sniffed warily, and the scent of badger was faint. Reluctantly, the tom dove into the hole, and turned so he was facing out. Snow wasn't falling in, and it was cozy and warm. Here, Gorsefang would wait for his followers. The tabby shook his pelt and stared at the snowglobe outside.</blockquote>[/size]

    If there was one thing that Zerogravity hated more then being weak, it was the snow. The hard, wind-driven force of nature soaked into his pelt until the silvery tabby was froze to the bone. He had actually considered not coming at all but an almost supernatural pull had drug him out of the den and into the blizzard. The tom gritted his teeth as he pushed his way through the thick white frozen water toward where he and the other two had agreed to meet. He hissed under his breath at the weather, daring it to try and stop him in his mission.


    It was only when he had arrived at Snakerocks did Zerogravity find Gorsefang's scent. Wading through the snow, the silver tabby tom sniffed around before finding the fading scent led to a badger set. Cautiously, he approached the enterance and called out, "Gorsefang? You in there? He hoped so because then he too could get out of this blasted weather.

    <blockquote>[size=1]Two bright, veridian green eyes blinked in the shadows. Gorsefang took a pace forward into the dull gray light. Zerogravity was a mere silhouette at the entrance. "Greetings, Zerogravity," the tom rumbled in a low voice. "Have you seen Greatwhite? He's late," Gorsefang added. Her claws flexed in and out. Dispite the cold, Gorsefang was warm and itching to sink his teeth into some freshkill. "Perhaps we'll begin without him. I hope you like snow wrestling." Gorsefang grinned.[/size]</blockquote>

    "No need to begin with out me, Im here." meowed a voice from the snow. Deep copper eyes opened against the white of the snow. Greatwhite heaved himself out of the deepening snow and onto one of the rocks, slipping and sliding as he went. "Snow wrestling?" he asked, his ears twitching. No snakes today, they would be hiding from the snow in their burrows.

    "Yes," Gorsefang replied. He noted how Greatwhite perfectly blended with the snow. It would prove difficult to land a blow on him today. The warrior stretched and slid out of the set. He sat on a smooth, flat rock and wrapped his tail around his paws. "Who wants to go first?" he asked.

    Zerogravity nearly groaned as Gorsefang asked if he was ready for a little snow wrestling. How he hated the cold. His ears swiveled on his head as he heard Greatwhite's voice come from off the rocks. He didn't turn but waited for the large white tom to pull himself up. Finally he turned back to Gorsefang, "I'm as ready as I'll ever be." The tip of his tail twitched, irritated by the coldness.

    Greatwhite shrugged and licked a paw, dragging it over his ear. "I'll go first, if it's alright with Zerogravity." he meowed, shaking some snow off his hind paws.

    [size=1]Gorsefang smiled, and before Zerogravity could reply, he lunged at Greatwhite. His tail streamed out behind him, though his claws were sheathed. He guessed that, before long, all three cats would hae claws unsheathed. The snow soaked his pelt, but he continued to look quite large.[/size]

    Greatwhite was caught off guard, he hadn't expected to be attacked so quickly. He rolled off the rock, and landed with a heavy thud. He flailed with his paws, hoping to land a blow.

    Gorsefang felt Greatwhite struggle beneath him. They'd landed on a flat rock, cushioned by snow. Gorsefang felt a paw skim his shoulder, and before he could react, the tom felt a paw whack his foreleg. Gorsefang attempted to twist Greatwhite to pin him down, belly first, as he tried to batter him with his hind paws.

    Greatwhite writhed under Gorsefang, trying to unbalance him. He felt hind paws batter his belly and he hissed as the wind was knocked out of him. He attempted to flip over, desperate to get free.

    Gorsefang felt Greatwhite wriggle ferociously. He staggered; it was difficult to keep his grip with claws sheathed. Gorsefang figured this was enough to get Greatwhite ralled up, so jumped off gracefully. He swished his tail and glared at Greatwhite.

    Greatwhite was trying hard to keep his claws sheathed. He didnt want another accident. The huge white tomcat stumbled up and leapt for Gorsefang, pawing madly at him and reaching down to head butt him. He could feel his claws sliding out little by little and fought to keep them in.

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    "Have you nothing better to do than squirm as feeble kits?" taunted a cold voice, soon followed by a slender and muscular build, strength rippling under the tortoiseshell tabby fur. And yet, there was nothing else of feminine in Deviantpattern's features.


    The lanky tom slid gracefully out of the shadows, his pale green eyes tinted with a venomous hue. He set every paw with a killer's delicate care, drifting in an almost snakelike, slithering way.



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    Zerogravity had been crouched on top of another rock, watching the fight intensely. His own body had started quivering slightly with the prospect of fighting next and his claws had tried to grip the cold stone underneath him. But at Deviantpattern's approach, the silver tabby tom's head snapped around to stare at him. The tom said nothing but watched from his perch.

    Gorsefang leaped away gracefully from Greatwhite. His eyes turned to stare at Deviantpattern. His claws unsheathed, but no other signs of aggression showed. The warrior's eyes pierced the atmosphere, and the snow blowed wildly around the cats. "What brings you here," Gorsefang asked, not angrily, but ominiously.