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Post by xx snakey on Nov 27, 2009 20:12:00 GMT -5
Duskpelt
The rush of the adder's bite still stinging in his paws and buzzing through his mind, Duskpelt raced as fast as his paws could carry him to the River. He had to find the one called Cranefeather. The way he'd acted at the last gathering- which Duskpelt has spied on- was amazing. He was the perfect Ally. And now that Duskpelt was back with Thunderclan, at Midnightstar's side unfaithfully, he needed to make the nessicary preperations. War was coming, the time for him to rule was apon him and he needed strong, powerful, influencal friends.
The rush of the river water stung his sense as he flung himself into the clod depths, his fore paws churning the water swiftly, while powerful back legs pushed him acrossed the flooded banks. With all the rain lately, the rushing water was now exceading it's normal banks, but the huge tom shoved himself out of the water and trudges acrossed the shallows easily, shaking his pelt when his paws hit dry land. He turned to lick a spot on his shoulder and caught his reflection in a still puddle. He'd grown since he was last with the clans. the poison in his viens seemed to act like a steroid, and the time spent on the Mountians had hardened him. He was quite handsome now, strong and muscular, you could just see his muscles rolling under his pelt. He smirked, satisfied with his appearance and turned, jumping into the weeds. He ran right into another cat.
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Post by Crane on Nov 27, 2009 20:22:15 GMT -5
Cranefeather watched the huge tom dive into the River. Fool, he'd drown... But... What?! The white tom padded towards the edge, and to his astonishment, the other large tom was swimming perfectly. Cranefeather grumbled angrily. Now he'd have to fight that piece of fox-dung. He ran slowly through the weeds on the side of the river, easily keeping speed with the paddling cat in the water. He watched with calculating eyes as the tom started to get out of the river. He looked like someone worthy of fighting - he was as big as Cranefeather himself, and muscled just as well. This was going to be a very even fight. Damn. The cat starting racing towards him. StarClan, how the heck did he know Cranefeather was in there? Cranefeather couldn't even smell himself with the strong scent of weeds in his nose. Before he could even react, the massive tom hurled himself into Cranefeather. Hissing and spitting furiously, Cranefeather was knocked to the ground on his back. With a snarl, he used his legs like a spring and kicked the tom off him. This cat was definitely a ThunderClanner, for the repulsive, musky odour of the forest was strong in Cranefeather's nose. Yuck. He snorted, trying to get the smell out. Then he remembered the other tom's existence. Cranefeather leapt to his feet, landing in a crouch. Ready to fight.
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Post by xx snakey on Nov 27, 2009 20:34:26 GMT -5
Duskpelt
Duskpelt yowled in surprise and fury. Had this cat been watching him?! Regaining his footing easily with one nimble leap, he turned to face the cat, a loud, threating growl pouring from his vocals. The fur on the back of his neck started to bristle angerly and instead of lashing his tail in normal cat fashion, it stood straight up, bristling and mimicing the way a wolf's looked when it fought. Then he lunged, swiftly and hit the cat with both front paw in his shoulders. Claws flicked out like snake fangs and hooked into the cats toned flesh. His oppent was strong, very strong, but Duskpelt had the rush of the adder on his side. He twisted, attempting to throw the other on his side. His pupils dialiated, becoming huge black holes ringed by slivers of orange around the edges. He snarled viciously, glaring at the tom. "Tell me where Cranefeather is, NOW!" He yowled, rage coursing threw him. He'd take it out on this cat before he saw Cranefeather, so he could compose himself for the meeting. He wanted to be polite, after all.
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Post by Crane on Nov 27, 2009 22:57:35 GMT -5
Cranefeather hissed in surprise as the tom attacked him with extreme speed. Speed that a tom that size shouldn't have. He cringed as claws raked through his fur and scratched his skin. "Tell me where Cranefeather is, NOW!" demanded the rude cat. Cranefeather snorted. Who was this to demand to know where he was? Well, at least Cranefeather himself was the one to have met this cat. Otherwise, they probably would have been killed by this ThunderClan brute. "Mouse-brain, I'm Cranefeather!" he growled, picking himself up off the ground and shaking the dust out of his pelt. "What in StarClan's name do you want?" Cranefeather was tensed, waiting for another attack.
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Post by xx snakey on Nov 28, 2009 1:02:10 GMT -5
Duskpelt snarled, spitting in frustration. Well, there went his plan. He bristled, adrenaline treatening to take him over. It had been so long since he'd had a bite, he wasn't used to it again. let alone having a bite of the intensity. He hoped the blissful numbness would come sooner, or he'd end up trying to shred Cranefeather until one of them was dead. He could feel his heart pumping crazily in his chest, forcing his to start panting and falter in his growling.
"First," He panted, giving Cranefeather a joker grin, "I wanted to test your skills, Kit." He spat the insult in Cranefeather's face, flexing his claws and feeling his muscles ripple and burn to be used under his pelt. He sized Cranefeather up while he could still think, and smiled. The tom was about the same size as him, soft looking white fur covering his body. His blue eyes looked clever and intelligant and not as insane as Duskpelt's. He could see that Cranefeather had a bit of muscle mass, but for some reason Duskpelt guessed he probably out weighted him by a few pounds, at least, if not more. Climbing rocks all day had done Duskpelt some good. And with the adrenaline rush he was having right now, he would be faster. He thought, at least. It would make for a good fight.
Duskpelt crouched down, pinning his ears back and bunching his back legs, his flanks waggling, preparing to pounce. But instead of hitting Cranefeather head on again, he leap over the tom, clearing him by a few mouse tails, and landing on the patch of ground behind him. Duskpelt swivled quickly and lashed out with one paw, landing a very powerful blow to the middle of Cranefeather's flank. But he kept his claws shealthed. He wanted to knock the cat off balance, not injure him. He smiled to himself, planning his next move in his head. For one he took five steps back, half concealed in reeds, and crouched down, waiting for the next time to strike.
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Post by Crane on Nov 28, 2009 1:41:25 GMT -5
Cranefeather snarled as the big brute sailed over his head and landed behind him. This move was a personal favourite of Cranefeather's, so he braced himself for the ThunderClan tom's strike and instead of falling over, skidded a few tail-lengths while standing on all four paws. The ThunderClan tom was strong. Cranefeather whipped around, watching warily as the tom retreated into the weeds. He too backed away carefully, in case his opponent was planning a sneak attack. Oh well, it was Cranefeather's turn now. He tensed, then charged at the large cat head-on. Just as he was about to smack into the ThunderClanner, he sidestepped so that he avoided him. Then, balancing carefully on his front paws, he kicked out with his back legs, using the momentum from his run to power up the kick. Pushing off the tom's flank, he charged forward some more into the weeds until he was practically unseeable. Then, he crouched down and rested silently.
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Post by xx snakey on Nov 28, 2009 10:59:44 GMT -5
Duskpelt slip a little on the sponggy ground, then set his hind legs wide apart and steadied himself. He turned to look at Cranefeather, And crouched down, studying the other tom. "So is this what we're going to do? Play tag? Or are you going to fight like a real tom, Kit?" He spoke softly, levelly, his brain starting to clear from the insane fog that had covered it to show the clarity of the adder bite that he loved. He let out a breathy laugh. "Heh, Riverstar right? I wonder why she'd go for a coward like you? What'd you do, impress her with you running skills?" Duskpelt teased and Silverflower flashed in his mind, an unexpected ache in his heart. If this went bad he could die. He wouldn't see Silverflower again. Suddenly the pain of loosing the pretty she-cat coarsed through him like an unwanted memory and he sprang forward, snarling viciously. He took one swipe, trying to knock Cranefeather in the side of the head, his claws fully extended. He still talked levelly. "I have a kit at home. Cutest thing you've ever seen. And She'll be strong too. I bet you have nothing at home. No one that would miss you if I did away with you right now." While he talked, he tried to batter the other tom's head with his paws, hookinh claws so close to the others eyes. His smile had disappeared, now it was replaced with showing Cranefeather he was a valuable ally.
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Post by Crane on Nov 28, 2009 17:06:30 GMT -5
Cranefeather tried to ignore Duskpelt's jeers. He and Riverstar had something more than whatever that ThunderClan brute had. Cranefeather growled when the tom mentioned his kit. "A kit? One? Heh, you must not have done a very good job then!" he taunted, a sarcastic expression on his face. Suddenly black and red lights exploded in Cranefeather's head as his enemy knocked him to the ground with a swipe to his head. His breath rushed out of his lungs as his chest smacked into the ground with a resounding thud. He couldn't get up. He'd hurt his leg when he fell. Now the ThunderClanner sprang forward, clawing at Cranefeather's face. Cranefeather squeezed his eyes shut incredibly tightly so that claws missed his eyes. He cried out with rage as he felt claws rake over one of his eyes. Well, at lest he'd have a cool scar. But, for now, blood was pouring into his eye. He had to fight now, before he was blinded. He let his body loosen, going to try the play dead technique. But then, the tom he was fighting clearly had more experience then Cranefeather, and almost certainly would have seen that move before. He let himself relax anyway. Then, with incredible speed, he leapt to his feet and jumped onto the tom's broad back, biting down on his ear with all the strength he had in his jaw.
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Post by xx snakey on Nov 28, 2009 19:26:00 GMT -5
Duskpelt screamed. Rage took over then, blinding him and forceing him to rear straight back up on his hind legs. He through himself back, forcing his whole weight down on Cranefeather, but only for a split second. Then he leapt up off the tom, and spun back around the face him, lunging instantly for Cranefeather's neck. But he didn't kill the white tom, only heald his spine between his teeth and growled with all the hate he had in his body. One paw was set to holg Cranefeather down and was planted squarely in the middle of his chest. The other was poised the claw out Crane's jugular the minute he resisted. Duskpelt's breath came in ragged pants for a few minutes, his pupils fully dialated, and then, slowly, he calmed down, stepped back, and took a deep breath. "Now, would you like to hear my propsal?" He meowed calmly, watching the other tom with perfectly clear, sane eyes.
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Post by Crane on Nov 28, 2009 19:35:47 GMT -5
Cranefeather snarled angrily as the huge tom trapped him. He was helpless now and he knew it. If he moved one inch, he was going to die. It was situations like this he wished he was leader - nine lives to waste. But then, instead of killing him, the ThunderClanner did something Cranefeather didn't expect in the slightest. "Proposal?" he asked suspiciously. "What kind of proposal? If it involves not killing me, than that sounds pretty good." He was struggling not to keep fighting. He'd rather make a bargain with someone that get killed by them. Even if it meant backstabbing them afterwards. Dying wasn't an option at this stage.
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Post by xx snakey on Nov 28, 2009 19:45:19 GMT -5
Duskpelt purred happily, curling his tail around his paws. "What are your plans? That move at the gathering, juping up on the Great Stone, that was risky. You have to have something planned. I have a couple plans of my own of course..." He stopped to pull a thorn from his pad that he hadn't noticed before, the small bit of pain hardly phasing him. "I think we can be partners, perhaps. I want you as my ally, Cranefeather, but I need to make sure your plans fit mine." Duskpelt twitched his ears, all signs of agression leaving his visage. He was no longer a threat to Cranefeather, but that could change if Cranefeather said one thing to unpset the unstable tom.
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Post by Crane on Nov 28, 2009 20:00:32 GMT -5
Plans. Ally. Partners. Cranefeather wasn't the only power-hungry cat in the forest? Well, he should have supposed so, but still, it came as quite a shock to the young tom. "Perhaps. Partners... We would make quite a good team in battle," Cranefeather chuckled. "How do I know I can trust you? You could find out my plans and run straight back to Midnightstar." It was true. He could. The only cat Cranefeather could trust was Riverstar... and even then... Well. That had nothing to do with whether or not he could trust the tom. He didn't even know his name! How was he supposed to trust a nameless cat?
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Post by xx snakey on Nov 28, 2009 20:17:52 GMT -5
Duskpelt barked a laugh. Trust him? He could be trusted, with the right conditions. He rolled his eyes. "Cranefeather, I've kept my plans from my mate, do you think my leader would know anything of my plans if she knew of my... mantal condition? I admit, I am a bit insane, but I'm stable. I do, however, wish for a partner in this ordeal. One clan alone can't conquer three, but two can. Or three, if we talk the right way." Duskpelt winked at Cranefeather, giving him his most charming 'I am sane now' simle. Then he twitched his tail, adding one more thing to their deal. "If I double cross you, I swear you can personally take the life of my daughter and I won't object." His face was solemn, as if he was telling himself that, but he was dead serious.
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Post by Crane on Nov 28, 2009 23:22:22 GMT -5
Personally take the life of his daughter? Since he was still stinging a bit after getting beaten, Cranefeather wouldn't object to that. "Fine, then. Riverstar and I figured that since Sharpstar recently became deputy, and leader before he' been deputy for a moon, ShadowClan's going to be in chaos. Then, WindClan's got a new leader too, so they were out next target, then we were going to smash ThunderClan three on one. However, I do agree that our chances are better if we team up." Whew. That was a bit of a mouthful. "And you? What were your plans? I swear on Riverstar's life I won't tell," he promised.
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Post by xx snakey on Nov 28, 2009 23:45:14 GMT -5
Duskpelt nodded. Shadowclan was the smallest clan right now, with Thunderclan not far behind. And Windclan seemed to be growing, rabbit-munching fox-hearts. At the mention of his plans, Duskpelt smiled. "My plans are simple, I want to rule the forest. But if you have that in mind as well, I'm sure we can come to a compromise. I have a few things to trade for the time being. If you would like to bargin, of course." Duskpelt flicked his tail and shifted from where he sat. It had just started to snow, soft flakes dappling his gray pelt and melting when they touched his warm body.
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