Posts by ArrowFeather

Shaking his head momentarily and inhaling deep, Arrowfeather prepared himself. His amber eyes searching for his opponent. When he found her, his eyes locked on. Following her same method as the winged she-cat, Arrow looked over Cannafall's entire body to avoid her located his target. Right away, he lunged forward. Launching himself into a charge, he zigzagged from each side, in an attempt to confuse her. He figured he may as well launch two false attacks to make her believe he was stupid. The best was to defeat your opponent was to have the underestimate you'. he thought. Staying close to the ground he also tried to make it appear as if he were to jump on her back. His real attack, however was to extend his claws at the last second and aim a swipe across the cheek. If that failed, any other part of her body would hopefully suffice.

Bump.

A flash of satisfaction burst within ArrowFeather when his move hit. Hearing Cannafall's hiss of anger only made it better. He knew the she-cat would retaliate immediately, and leapt backwards. Believe it or not but a part of him didn't want to be this close to the winged domestic. After feeling her previous strength he could easily recognize the muscle under her fur. Unfortunately, though his attempt to flee was just a split second later than what he would've liked. Claws were pressed on to his flat paws, and he tried to stifle a hiss through closed jaws. This was bad. Cannafall was close and she had rendered him incapable of attacking. At this close of a distance, ArrowFeather could see the blood welling up slowly on Cannafall's cheek. It was a light cut, but it was a hit nonetheless. Watching the female's head lower and charge forward, he managed to dodge a possible head collision, but due to his paws being rendered useless and unmoving, his shoulder took the brunt of the impact. Pain welled at the area and he could already feel his arm begin to tingle. He needed to get out of here and fast. Without thinking about an attack, he used what only other attack he had at this point. His teeth. With Cannafall at such a close distance he aimed his teeth for her neck. He wouldn't bite down too hard, however. He was wasn't trying to murder, just practice his skills. Lunging forward, he hoped he was fast enough.

His attack had succeeded. He had made contact. Waiting for her notice of defeat, the tabby tom stood there. Waiting, unmoving all was still for a few heart beats. Suddenly, and witout notice, the weight on one of his paws were removed before claws pierced his chest. Pain surged through him, but he knew if he opened his mouth any amount, Cannafall would escape and he'd lose the advantage. Instead, he simple bit down harder. His bite didn't pierce the delicate skin however, his goal was to only hold her breathing enough for her to admit defeat, or at least pull away herself. It was soon evident to ArrowFeather how much of a mistake that seemed to be. When the other paw was released, he felt it's next target as its claws pierced his chest. Both her paws, claws and all, sliced his chest. Yowling loud, he leapt back to a safe distance. 'Was that a surrender?' he wondered for a moment before inspecting his chest. Claw marks were slashed deep within his fur and pelt. Blood began to well at a much faster rate than her cheek. Pain coursed through him, but he's felt worse than this. It was the initial attack that made him yell. 'But this is why we train.' he mentally said. Looking back to Cannafall. He waited for her to regain her bearings before shouting with a tired grin. He was enjoying this, believe it or not. "Willing to face a draw, Canna?" he purposed. He was tired, and she was tired, but he wasn't going to wait until they each fell of exhaustion.

Ooc: Love Cannafall's new fancy! c:

"Battle?!" This is the moment he had been waiting for. ArrowFeather yowled with excitement, not caring much that Aradia or Cannafall was there. "Let's go, Blizzardclan!!" he said and sprinted towards the battle thread.

ArrowFeather yowled loud in attention. Searching for an opponent he noticed a tiny cat that appeared to be an apprentices age. Instead of stalking, the tabby tom charged forward from behind the cat with the trident. [Attacking Fereri]

White was all the tabby tom could see before slamming his body agaisnt a rather soft furred body. Looking up with a dazed view, he could just barely piece together what had stopped him. Eyes glittered with worry, he scrambled to get up and turn tail. Shaking his head he tried to flee.

Ooc: There is no way he can take on a polar bear!! xD

Ooc: Well, it worked. xD If I had my other cat FlightTicket open, I would soooo enjoy a battle with you.

Ic: Looking back for a brief moment to see if the giant bear was giving chase, ArrowFeather was shocked to see that a wolf was following him instead. A wolf he could handle. Unfortunately for him though, in the moment it took for him to turn, the canine was able to nip his back legs and hold them tightly in his jaws. His front paws flew forward, and his scabbing chest hit the ground. Maybe that fight he had with Cannafall wasn't planned greatly in accordance to time. In an attempt to get his body released, ArrowFeather twisted his body and aimed to scratch the wolf's nose and muzzle. Anything to get out of his jaws.

[Mobile, sorry. ^^;]

It seemed as if the wolf no longer wanted any part of Arrowfeather. Taking this to his advantage he shook his pelt, tested his bitten leg, and searched for his previous opponent. Seeing them in mid-leap, he charged the feline in an attempt to attack and push her away. He didn't care who she was attacking, he wanted to fight. Attacking Ferari

Ooc: So I'm slowly beginning to notice from the Hawk Clan thread. ^^;

Ic: Blood was welling on his chest and body, but he wasn't the only one to get in a few blows. Feeling rather proud of himself, he began to lick his body of the blood between pants. Cleaning the wound first is best if you're to apply herbs. That's one this he's learn from the several training sessions he's attended. Sitting down, he knew he was going to feel sore in the morning, but it was a good kind of feeling. One he could be proud of. Looking back towards the she-cat he replied the same. "Y-yeah....great battle....." he said. He wasn't going to lie however, he wished she had implemented more of her wings in battle. He wanted to see how he would stand fighting a flyer. 'Oh, well,....next time.' he thought before licking the bleeding skin on the tops of his paws. Boy, had she gotten him good.

[Mobile]

Grinning, the tabby tom watch as she left. "And I'll be ready." he said low. Claws already kneading to ground in anticipation. But now it was time to search for the berries and herbs that would soothe the stinging of his chest. [Crap post]

ArrowFeather padded closer. He saw Canna and noticed CriminalRecord as well. Grinning, but staying silent, the tabby tom strolled closer towards the group. As late as he was, he had only heard the last few words to exit CriminalRecord's mouth. Looking around, he inwardly thought that the group would hold a fair amount of skill. He'd been anticipating battling Canna again, but of course wouldn't unless she wanted. Looking away from the cream colored she-cat, he refocused his attention to the higher position and the ex deputy.

Thank you. :)

"Yeah, whatever, congrats..." ArrowFeather murmured. "I hope there's food at this 'prom'. " he said before getting up and padding over.

ArrowFeather padded in all grumpy looking. He looked around to see that that the party had practically been scarce when it came to its residents. Raising his head, he was relieved to see that the food seemed to be the only plentiful thing here. "Time to chow down." he said pouncing in that direction.

I want a date!
Name: ArrowFeather
Nickname (if any): Arrow
Species: Domestic Feline
Gender: Male
Orientation: Hetero
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'Doubt I stand any chance of getting heir.' thought ArrowFeather as he trekked all the way to the BloodClan territory. 'Maybe I should just join. It's obvious they share the same interests as me.' he figured. Hmmm, thought for later. "Present." he announced as he shorted the distance between him and his family.

ArrowFeather had been gone a long time. He had jumped from one clan to another passing through, pretending to join, and leaving a moon or so afterwards. Arrow didn't need a home. He didn't need, or want, anyone but himself. He knew how to hunt and protect himself. Knowledge was what he craved; but not just any knowledge. Power and skill. The tabby tom craved the rush and thrill of battle. He loved the feeling of victory and the tear of his claws penetrating fur and skin. That's just the type of cat he was. Sure, there were some who believed they could call him friend, and he let them for a while, but he always made sure to set the facts straight in the end. They weren't. ArrowFeather didn't trust anyone. Not because of some tragic story of his background, but simply because he didnt. Arrow was the type of cat to bleed you dry and leave you in the ground to rot. However, he was careful to not show it until the very end. He was tactical and dirty.

Looking around, he perked his brown ears and scanned the area with his seething amber orbs. He didn't know where he was, and that upset him. Hearing a low growl from his belly, he knew he had to find something to eat. Listening intently he stopped his padding and focused on his surrounding.

Somewhat caught off-guard by these two little kits, Arrowfeather smiled to himself. These little things are patrolling borders? he thought to himself. Arrowfeather. And no business. Just passing through, searching for a meal on my way out." he told the kits. 'The Exiles? I haven't heard much of this clan.' he thought. 'And hopefully they haven't heard much of me.' "Perhaps you'd like to fill me in on who exactly are these 'exiles'? he asked, padding closer towards the little scrapes. He didn't make his appearance threatening, seeing as he was technically the invader here.

Instantly, Arrowfeather unsheathed his own claws. There was a possibility that these cats were just bluffing but after moons of wandering, you learn not to take any chances. "And what? You're just going to send me off without even telling me about your clan? That doesn't seem very nice of you." he said. "I thought kits were supposed to jump on the wagon and welcome anyone." At least that's what he's always seen. Secretly, Arrowfeather liked the fact that these kits were about to attack him. To him, that meant that this clan was doing something right by teaching their younger cats how to fight. The size of the kit, did concern him a little bit, but Arrowfeather was always up for the challenge. That's what the scars on his body said anyway. "Now, do you think that your clan is the strongest out there?" he asked. He was intrigued.