Posts by Reapurr

Mossfeather|Windclan|OOC|Snowflight

OOC- Aye, I seen that post and I replied to 'The eye clawing XD'

Mossfeather|Windclan|Adderpelt

A sheer cry came out of Mossfeathers vocals as she bowled into the side of Adderpelt. "You will NOT hurt the kits!" she snarled in pure ager and fury. She looked at the kit "Run...RUN!" She yowled.

Mossfeather|Windclan|Chaos

Mossfeather screeched in horror as she watched the apprentance being slaughtered. With a battle cry she leaped on the toms back and sank her claws into his sides.

Mossfeather snarled and used Chaos's body to leap off him and land on the other rouge making an attempt to kill Oakpaw by biting his throat. She sunk her claws into any flesh she could get ahold of.

Mossfeather Snarled "Echopaw Get Chaos!"

Mossfeather snarled and began to rake her claws over the cat that was biting poor Oakpaws throat. With a snarl she leaned down and bit down hard into the cats neck, hoping to show him what its like.

Mossfeather ducked quickly and aimed a paw for Direy's throat. When she swiped she snarled and grinned with rage and power.

Mossfeather nodded to the apprentance and when she got a chance she opened her jaws to show two rows of amazing, sharp teeth and leaned in, aiming for the she-cat rouge's throat.

Mossfeather rolled over, squashing the She-cat underneath her. With her weight she pushed the rouge into the ground, flung her off easily and rolled over to her paw was on the rouges throat. "DIE!" She yowled before sliding her claws into the rouge's throat

Mossfeather hissed as she fell over, even with her muscles tensed. She looked up at the lynx and snapped at her nose before kicking up to the rouge with her back legs, her claws ready to hit flesh.

Mossfeather grinned, knowing the rouges next move and kicked as hard as she could into the she-cats stomach. Just to make sure the lynx wouldn't grab her throat she raised her shoulders and settled her jaw down she if the rouge got ahole of her she would dig into bone.

Mossfeather
20 Moons
grey, Tabby
Bright blue eyes
Windclan
WILL NOT INSTAMATE!

Mossfeather sighed, her blue eyes sweeping over the gorge. Back and forth, back and forth. The femmes tail twitched as a cold wind blew the light falling snow around, the snow becoming what looked like a twister. A cloud of breath flowed from her mouth as she let out another sigh. Thats when the air carried the scent of another cat around. Mossfeathers nostrils flared as she looked around, her face showing a nervous expresion.

Mossfeather hissed as she felt claws scoring down her side. The femme still stood but with blood seeping through her fur. Is that all she has? She thought with a sour expression on her face. The she-cat lifted a paw and aimed to take a blow to the rouges neck, shoulder or forehead.

Mossfeather turned her head slowly to see the dark outline of the cat. She then reconized the scent of Windclan on the tom. The tabby lifted herself up and called out into the storm: "Greetings. I am Mossfeather of Windclan..." She stoped for a moment to take in the calm moment when the snow began to flow around her again.

The she-cat perked her ears to the soft thud that hit her eardrums. With a gasp she dashed towards the outline. Thats when she noticed the male. The femme began lapping at his fur to try and warm him up "How can I help you?" She asked with a nervous tone coming out of her vocals.

Mossfeather snarled in pain as she felt the rouge pierce her teeth into her leg. The femme twisted around to fall onto her back and run her back claws down the lynx's cheek and hoped to reach her eye. She continued to claw the lynx, her claw raking getting faster and faster.

Mossfeather began to run her tongue slowly over his wound, blood still gushing into her mouth. She was useless without herbs. Although she continued to lap at his wound the wind sliced at her ears and flank, giving her a shiver down her spine. Soon she noticed his blood staining the snow. The grey tabby she-cat continued to lap at the open wound, her eyes watering with the wind slashing at them.

The female looked at his shivering body. She began to nose his back into a curled position and she began to curl around him, her tail wrapped around his back paws. "Dont worry..." She whispered.

She lifted her head to look at him. A grin washed over her as she leaned down to lap at the blood that stained his pelt.

Mossfeather perked to him, "No. You must stay here for awhile until that wound heals..." She looked at the snow and uncurled from him. Her claws began to scrape at the snow as she began to dig. This tom needed warmth.