"You see! Preystealer!" Stonefang hissed charging to the wolf pup and slashing at the kill that hung from its jowls, sending the prey flying away and the pup harmless.
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The gray cat stood tall and broad shouldered as the puup ran, he watched for a while before following. This would not be tolerated. He snapped back the comment, "Think how hungry we will be when it eats all of the fresh kill!"
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If you don't want me to do it then you run it out of camp!" he spat as the she-cat ran infront of him and blocked his path. Stonefangs muzzle wrinkled, ears twisted back flat against his head-his desision was clear, get rid of it, now. "I don't care what it is, when it grows up it will be a wolf."
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As the challanger passed and ran out of the way Stonefang took a gliding step closer to the pup, gaze harshly set on it. "You. Will. Leave. Now." He demanded speaking to it as if it were stupid. "Get! Or I finnish you!" he spat at the pups face.
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"Thats it!" A blocky paw lifting into the air the toms muscles tensed and the paw swung foreward all withing a flash. Bashing the pup on the side of he head, inflicting a sevear blow. This was what the tom could do with just raw power, did the pup really want to see him with claws and fang?? Teeth barred he strode forward as the wolf pup barreled over.
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OOC: Sorry for the mistake and how would it bleed? He just hit her on the side of the head and rolled her to her side...?
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The tom felt impact into his side, that other cat! Insulent apprentice! He thought inraged. The tom fell to his side and the she-cat flew over him, over than bruised ribs he was fine. Quickly getting to his paws the large tom motioned to her side and put a firm paw on her shoulder to hold her down. "My duty is to protect this clan, by atttempting to stop me your saying I shouldn't, no? What are you? A traitor?" He spat glarring at her. This gave the pup one last chance to run before the tom would return for it, and the kit? He could care less.
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Releasing the feline he turned to look at the other warrior, this pup needed to go.
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The large, stocky tom is uneffected by the little, young pups attack.
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With a chuckle Stonefang swiped the pups paws from underneath of it, rolling it to its back with ease. Did it really want to die?
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Laugh vannishing he snapped at the apprentice, "Shut your maw traitor!" he hissed.
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Tides turning he was under attack, a she-cat at his flank, kit lunging forward and a pup snapping. The tom reared back to avoid the apprentices attack then lashed a paw at the pup to send it flying away, the kits atack came to quick to avoid, but didn't hurt alll that much.
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Pulling back his head Stonefang easily avoided the kits attack and strode to Truthteller quietly as the young ones gathered at the pup. "I'll finnish it now and make it easier for all of us." It was a sugestion, he would let her decide..More-or-less.
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GET MONGREL! Go somewhere where you wont be a pest, go one, leave with your worthlessl ittle friend!" he spat.
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"Get you pests!" he hissed standing tall and unsheathing his claws now.
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"No, this is it." he spat lifting his paw and edging it closer to the pup, a threat. "Leave now or die."
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"Yes, it's the pups, and she made the wise choice. Leave."
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OOC: G2G Bye! good rp!
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~~~Bump~~~ Please reply c:
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Foxstep strode in quietly, green oculars low on the dirt. A simple intake of breath brought about a strange sent, thunderclan! Head leaping upward he searched frantically for the origin, aany sign at all, "Who's there?" he muttered becoming parinoid. The toms breathing heavied-it seemed that the stress of rats attacking and daily living were taking their tolls and this intruder had set his skin crawling. Frozen in fear he waited for an attack, the bloodspill, the twinge of pain.