Posts by falconandebony

Elric felt Heathergorge squirming underneth him, and he held on as Elita reached him, despite the blood welling up. Elita snarled, and replyed before clawing at her shoulder fiercely "If you can't keep your kits safe, either cold, hunger, badger, fox or an annoyed cat will get them."

"I'm from Windclan..." She bristled slightly. "Sorry, its just... I died from a Thunderclan warrior." Strongspirit still couldn't believe it. She was dead. What would Rabbitears and Windypaw think! "Nice to meet you, Ivypaw!"

Elita just stayed focused. She had realized for a while the kit's teeth wouldn't go though her thick, ungroomed, bloody fur.

Elita gave her leg another shake before continuing to attack Haethergorge. Boy was she getting tired, even without extra weight. It was lucky here boost was here.(whatever you call it that you get when excited) But she had to keep going, 'cause she had a feeling the other cats would be fighting to kill as well.
Elric yelled at Heathergorge. "If you give up, you can leave!" He didn't try to murder cats, but this was getting out of hand.

"Your funeral!" They both charged, ready to ram her into a rock. An unconscious enemy was better than a conscious one.
OCC: Not gonna kill her, but its a saying that means you don't care either way.

Elita and Elric simply changed direction, though panting slightly. They put effort in it, though not so that they will crash or be inable to change direction.
OCC: Got to go to bed. See you guys tomorrow!

"Thanks, its just... I have a mate and kits, and now I'm dead." Strongspirit still couldn't believe it. She was dead. She had taken the vow, but never thought about death.

"You ready to give up now?" Elita asked. She didn't like being called a 'monster', but supposed that they would call her that anyway. Elric wanted a fight again, but his belly still hurted. She jumped out of the way as another cat hurled at her. Boy, they did that a lot these days.
OCC:They will keep on asking that, but just tell me when she woud agree, or if she will never agree.

Elita stayed until the last second, jumping out of her position as decoy as Elric started ramming at her once more. Her silver pelt was splattered with blood, much more noticeably than Elric, whose ginger pelt hid much of it.

The pair kept their eyes darting about, ears pricked. If they had learned anything from their fights, it was to never let your guard down, and one of them always had an eye out for Heathergorge.

Elita spotted the move and flicked her tail on Elric's flank in warning. He felt it and atempted to keep that leg down so Elita could damage the shoulder. Perhaps those cats had a use for her.
OCC: If you think I may be power-playing, tell me. I want to stop doing it early.

Elita quickly leapt in, running her claws through Heathergorge's good shoulder. Leaping out, she felt a small kick in her belly. Suprised, she landed awkwardly. Elric let go of Heathergorge, ready to see if she still wanted to fight. This had downgraded into a game for him.
OCC: I decided to show she was pregant. It's early on, so she is not affacted much, but is still preg. all the same. It was getting me to forget it.

"It's okay. I guess I'm lucky, I lived to be older. Don't worry, one day he will come up here." With Rabbitears, then we can watch over Windypaw together, she thought. Giving Ivypaw a comforting lick she padded over to a sunny spot and laid down, thinking about her life.

Elita and Elric took their time getting out of her way, picking the least bloody spots to jump to. Elita tried hitting one of her forelegs.
OCC: They figure that with both shoulders out, she will be even slower in coming at them.

Elric was still on the watch, and leapt at Stonefur, ready to pin him down. No one was hurting his mate! No one!

Elita twitched her ears. With one eye on Heathergorge, she stalked to stand close to Dewkit. "Want another go at me, kittie?" She unsheathed her bloody claws threateningly. "I think you ought to fight if you want us to remain silent." Her eyes traveled to Dewkit's tail, and her mouth opened, showing bloody teeth.

"Oh yeah? Where is your mom, smart mouth?" Elita didn't smell any queens here.

"It's nice to see your kit knows what she is talking about for once." Elita had backed away slightly at the unexpected approach, causing the blow to only slightly hit. By now Elric had untangled himself from Stonefur, and he stood beside her. She calmly turned to face Heathergorge.
"I may attack kits, but you don't seem to mind them attacking me." Her gaze traveled over all the kits, lingering on Covekit. She turned to face Frostbrook. "Mind telling me why she wandered away, right into the mist of a battle, to attack several full-grown cats?"
OCC: Seriously, why did all these kits turn up here? I still don't know.

Cat's Name: Rabbitears
Cat's Age: 18 moons
Gender: Tom
Alliance: WindClan
Position: Warrior
Appearance: <blockquote>A brown and white tabby with ears slightly larger than usual. He has bicolor eyes-amber and green. A large scar runs down his flank. He is pretty big for Windclan.</blockquote>Personality: <blockquote>Rabbitears is very caring to his fellow clanmates. He thinks everything through very carefully. Rabbitears never acts rashly unless in a desprate situation. He is caushious and fast, will get reinforcements rather than fight intruders down himself. He acts in a slow pace, unless hunting a rabbit or fighting. His actions are influenced by his loved ones. Can be cowardly in a cause he doesn't agree with.</blockquote>History: <blockquote>He grew up largely alone, with some friends. He later met Strongspirit, a lovely she-cat. Strongspirit later had his kits, Windybreeze and Coalkit. Sadly, Coalkit died soon after birth. Later Strongspirit was attacked and killed by Thunderclan. He died of a Riverclan attack.</blockquote>Roleplay Sample: <blockquote></blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote></blockquote>

"Yes, perhaps. But, I think it is far easier to get them out off the way instead of carrying the extra weight around in the midst of fighting. If they continue to attack, I fight back. By the way, did you teach them not to insult other cats, and especially when insulting enemies?" Elita was suprisingly calm, her heart beating at a even pace.
OCC:Sorry Groovy, I was typing when you posted that.