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    Aspenbark was dismayed when his claws did not draw blood – was he that weak? Certainly weak enough to not bother responding to Ripclaw’s comment. He rolled over. It was stupid to expose his belly, but he had to dodge Ripclaw’s blow. Quickly he flipped back over, crouching low. Slowly he began to see that Ripclaw didn’t intend to escape the tunnels; he’d have done it already if he wanted. Because I’m no obstacle, he thought bitterly. Ripclaw is just playing with me. Well, he wasn’t having that. He didn’t like to be played with.


    He knew full well he was in danger of being killed by this tom, and danger always produces amazing results. In danger, you can do things you could never do out of it. Somehow Aspenbark felt his strength... it was there. At its lowest ebb, but there all the same. Determinedly he shot forward. If he was going to be killed now, he wanted to make sure Ripclaw had one last scar to remember him by. Raising his large paw, he aimed a good slash at Ripclaw’s head, and then darted in to grab his scruff.

    Relieved, Quebec joined Scamp and took Silverwolf's voluminously furry scruff in his teeth. He instinctively tried to grip the roof with his claws, but it was too slippery. Slowly, slowly, he moved backward, dragging the Maine to safety. He felt his muscles start to protest. Weight-lifting is for Maines! they seemed to cry, but Quebec forced them to pull anyway.

    Haha this cheetah thing is getting absolutely HILARIOUS.



    Zen is amazing!! =O


    Omg I love how you named Vice and Versa xD NICE!


    Magik is gorgeous. *ogles*


    Sage is pwetty!




    All the animals in our family right now add up to a grand total of... five. >< Two hamsters, two dogs, and a cat. Eek. Ah well! xD You let Calypso fly around loose in your house?! What if you get poop on your external hard drive?

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    OOC: She's injured already, and maybe a few slashes to her left shoulder? I'm planning on having her negotiate with Puddlestar soon.


    Philadelphia felt the other cat land on top of her. Fortunately, she was bigger, and she rolled to the side, attempting to crush the SnowClan warrior underneath of her with rather good speed for a big cat like her. I'll show you that I was made co-leader for a reason, she thought inwardly.


    OOC – Kk. =)



    Philadelphia had rolled over with surprising speed, and Lynxfire felt the breath get squashed out of her as she was crushed. Feeling winded, she lay dazed for a moment, gasping for breath. Then she pummeled Philadelphia fiercely with her hind claws, raking them down Philadelphia’s left side. She wasn’t sure, but she thought she’d caught her on the other she-cat’s left shoulder.

    Quebec sat down on his rear end with a thump, pretending to be washing his ears. The truth was, he needed to get his breath back after all that tugging. Inwardly, though, he felt proud to have helped.


    When he was done resting, he stood up and bounded carefully over to Scamp. He itched to rear up and play-fight, but he couldn't do that on the roof, especially since he didn't have much of a grip on the tiles. So, purring loudly, he simply rubbed his head on Scamp's withers, and then gave her a playful nip on her ear.

    Briarfrost groaned. Had this kit and endless supply of bubbling energy? And did he have no sense of impending trouble whatsoever?


    Trying to pull his tail out of Tidalkit's grasp, he answered, "Definitely not since I was a kit." He blinked. "It isn't very very hard, but some cats find it easier than others. My brother says it's as easy as walking." Giving his tail another tug, he added, "Nope. That's why you have to aim for the fish, and then dive. Patience, like I said. Now stop asking so many questions. We're in trouble!" He said this last bit in a quiet but vehement hiss, hoping the kit would get the message.


    ((OOC – Okay waiting isn't working. xD Who can get them into trouble? I'd PM Shalaesaes, but I know she must be overwhelmed with other SnowClan leader stuff... ><))

    Any other Cattery Bengal would have started to feel uncomfortable with all the other Maines around him, but as usual, Quebec was completely oblivious. He wasn't even consciously aware of the presence of Scamp's mother. Right now he was too focused on Scamp, who had just called him 'kit'. She wasn't going to get away with that!


    "Hey!" he said, with a squeal more suited to a cat in the nursery. "Who do you think you're calling kit?" He bounded a little way up the roof and crouched there, trying to imitate a hunting crouch. His hindquarters swayed ridiculously. "I'm going to get you!"

    ((OOC – Ooh why thank you for joining. =D))


    "That's because they're all busy doing their duties, not sitting around with kits in trouble!" he said wearily, finally giving Tidalkit a bat across his head. A gentle bat, but hopefully enough to make the kit stay still. Just then a small, gray-and-white cat ran over.


    Briarfrost didn't mind Pearlkit being with them, though he felt uncomfortable with the increasing number of cats who knew what he'd done. However, when Sharktooth came over, he felt an impending sense of dread.


    "Oh- er- no," he stuttered, his eyes widening under the silver tom's gaze. He was aware that Sharktooth didn't yet know what he and Tidalkit had been doing, but he was still nervous. Sharktooth didn't seem angry, though, just curious. "Actually, uh... I've just been... out of camp."


    ((OOC – Tidalkit's gotta start boasting about his hunt xP))

    Quebec, being playful as he was, couldn't help but feel a little humiliated at how Scamp found him so funny. He stopped his ridiculous crouching, but stayed where he was. Still, the marbled silver wasn't a cat whose mood was even remotely easy to dampen. His spirits lifted at once. When he saw that Anitra was looking for food, his stomach grumbled. "All right, we can wrestle on the ground!" he agreed brightly. And eat, too, while we're at it!

    Aspenbark froze. Philadelphia's yowl came to the russet tom like a muffled, distant sound, but still he understood. His eyes widened; had the SnowClan cats really won? After all, he reasoned, the Blackhearts couldn't possibly just give up. Then again, he hadn't exactly been winning his own battle... narrowing his eyes at Ripclaw, and keeping him within sight, he stood still and listened.


    Lynxfire was still caught up in the heat of the battle, her high not yet dampened as Aspenbark's had been. Full of fury and spirit she hissed, "Giving up so soon, Blackheart?" Yet Philadelphia was not attacking her, and this made her both suspicious and confused, so she, like Aspenbark, stood wary and stiff, waiting for developments.


    Both cats' ears were pricked for the sound of Puddlestar's mew. They waited for the reassurance that would come when they heard it. But will it come? Aspenbark thought, then immediately shoved that thought away. It must!

    Briarfrost felt a mixture of horror and dread, but he knew it'd be coming soon anyway. Better to get it over and done with. Turning to Sharktooth, he said dolefully, "Yes... Tidalkit caught a vole." He appeared to suddenly be very interested in some dirt around his claws, and didn't really meet Sharktooth's eye.


    ((OOC – waiting for Sharkie! =P))