He had been tracking the BloodClan scent for about an hour now, stretching into the heart of DarkClan's forest. The Ranger was barely noticable, with his mottled fur acting as natural camaflauge, but even as fit as he was, Lostgale was still old. His vision tinged with blurryness, his hearing not quite what it used to be, the gray on his muzzle lighter than usual. While he used to move without a sound, he now kicked up leaves and snapped branches. But, being a Ranger, he was bound to servitude. Retiring was simply not an option. He stopped in a clearing, fiery ees passing through the bushes in search of the cat he had followed here, but there was no sign of the vivid pelt he had glimpsed earlier, yet the trail had ended. Lostgale frowned and spun around, thinking the trespasser might have circled around, claws digging into the forest floor in anticipation.
A Ranger Lost (P)
- Starkwhite.
- Closed
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Battered ears twitched in a invisible way only to himself, the flaming figure crouching a bit lower down in the large thorn bush, his mangled lighter belly fur sweeping with hidden excitement against the soothing brown brush below him, a flaring extended tail sweeping against the unknown territory. Full intentions of murdering a higher rank was quite high in his mind, and he had known Lostgale, this loyal Ranger to DarkClan, was tracking him down. Oh yes, the hanf chsen spawn of the demonic scorching sun knew exactly what to do, where to sink his foaming jaws in this somewhat old timer's flesh. It was always the juicy rich inners that always gave a promising prize for the work of murdering one, it was such a great meat that was somewhat rare in his clan being that others always got the goodies of their cannibalistic side when it came to corpses.
Ivory daggers extended, flexing and carving tiny slits into the dirt below as Copperpaw wiggled his hind quaters a bit before his massive body leapt into the air, surging with strength towards Lostgale with a hungry motivation, picturing in his murderous mind how this soul's life would end as he dropped with surprising speed next to him, his right forepaw outstretched to rake down his side as he dropped, the force made as he dropped to propell his body again over Lostgale, attempting to land on top of his shoulders squarely, boths forepaw outstretched to aim to slam down them aginst his skull, hoping to get the DarkCLan Ranger to fall to the ground with force, knocking his wind out possibly.
"Hello there! Do you want to play a game?"
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Lostgale could hardly expect the attack to come from his side. He saw the flash of fur and instinctivly lept to his right, claws passing by his side by a hair. The Ranger spun with his eyes alight with a new combative intinsity, his small form braced for another attack as he prepared for his own, but he couldn't compare to the size and strength of the BloodClan apprentice. The Ranger found himself colliding with the dirt in a spray of brittle leaves, yowling in fury as he rolled away from claws that bit into his flesh, intent on freeing himself. When the grizzled tom reached his paws he reeled with suprising speed, launching himself at the other tom and slipping around to rise up at his haunches, diving teeth first for the fiery feline's tender flesh.
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Instictively, the massive feline kicked out his hind legs after feeling jaws graze past, rearing up on his bulk hind legs to spin her waist around with speed, aiming accurately to slash his forepaw long and deafening daggers down Lostagle's face, hoping to lock them over his eyes in which would blind him, giving the large fiery tom the advantage.
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Lostgale staggered back from the sudden bucking of the hindquarters and gave a snarl, catching a glimpse of his opponents next attack in the process. His face whipped to the side, claws ripping into the exposed flesh of his cheek and jaws. As the paw passed by, Lostgale lunged for it, hoping to catch it in his jaws and grind sharp incisors into the flesh and bone. If he got a hold of it, he would pull hard and roll as a crocodile would with the intent of snapping the limb.
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Tight jaws had clamped on to his forepaw, and it looked like he was about to roll when the demonic BloodClan apprentice thrust his muzzle forward,, jaws snapping with a loud intimidating snarl as he aimed to tear at Lostgale's gace, fangs plummeting into flesh with a hungry intention of ripping out his next meal's eyes, maybe even nose, of course if his attack hit. If it did, he would trail behind a faceless expression on the Ranger in which would look raw, the flesh would be clean ripped off easily replaced with a bone fixture and a blood massacre. While he did this, hind legs fell under neath the smaller cat, attempting to make a glory hole looking gaping slashing wound in which his long incisiors of claws attempted to graze down with force, something he learned by watching Jokerpaw and Crookedpaw spar.
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Lostgale lurched back as teeth snapped down on his nose and chin and ripped away flesh, he had saved the rest of his face, atleast. The Ranger retaliated with a bite of his own, aimed for the other tom's head as he swept low to claw at the mottled gray tom. Lostgale lept in a desperate attempt to get clear, but the still caught his legs and the DarkClanner tripped, hitting the ground on his side with a grunt and flashing his claws as a warning to the other tom, taking care to protect his stomach, though he was growing tired.
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A light pain scorched his cheek as he dodged it from his eyes, his forepaw getting free. With hellish amusement, Copperpaw watched with interest as Lostagle tripped, taking this as a clear advantage, he surged forward, claws outstretched as he aimed to push them aginst his head, hoping to get it pinned in the dirt as his jaws clamped down in attempt to bite at his spine, hind legs scorching bakc and fourth as he aimed to xontinue a gash on his spine, hope to penetrate seering pain for the DarkClanner, hoping to snap his spin with his hind legs and hunger motivated jaws.
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Lostgale squirmed despite the pain he was in, fighting against the other tom even when most cats wouldn't have the will to do so. His body moved like a snake in an effort to wiggle free before anything vital was hit, his wiggling helping to protect those precious areas.
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Chuckling, and attempting to dig his grip in tighter, Copperpaw slashed his muzzle into a smirkish look of his horrid fixture. "You put up quite a fight, now tell me your name so your foolish clan can hear from BloodClan's purpose of your death."
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"My name is none of your concern, scum!" Lostgale winced as claws held him tight.
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"Oh well, I could care less of who you are." Chuckling, Copperpaw felt blood weep into his ivory claws, stickly lcots clinging to his pelt from his opponents, and some of his, wounds. Slamming down his snapping jaws, thet attempted ot contact his throat, hoping to reach down with some flesh and rip out his vocal cords and hopefully leave an amazingly large gash of pouring flowing blood in which would definately, slowly, kill Lostgale.
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(Totally go make your bragging thread in BloodClan now lol)
Lostgale gasped at the pain, colored exploding before his eyes. Then, despite the agony, a sense of peace began making it's way through his small framed until it quivered once and silenced in a pool of crimson, the last breath a wisp of what might have been the Ranger's soul slipping from between his bloody jaws.