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Post by Crane on Jul 7, 2009 18:56:20 GMT -5
OOC:: That would fit in well with the plot going on with Cranefeather and Duskpelt! We better check with Silver and Windy first, though. c r a n e f e a t h e r . I wanted freedom Bound and restricted I tried to give you up But I'm addicted[/right] Cranefeather snorted in disbelief as Silverstar started running. Foolish. Like she could outrun Cranefeather! For every three of Silverstar's steps Cranefeather only had to take two. "Coward!" he taunted with a sneer. She would soon run out of energy from all of the blood lost. She had many major injuries that were still freely bleeding. Then, he and Riverfleet would follow her trail and finish her off. Speaking of Riverfleet, he glanced over at her. She was awake, and Silverstar's blood was dribbling down her chin. Cranefeather trembled, his eyes lighting up. Riverfleet looked so dangerous, and absolutely stunning. Ugh, this was terribly distracting. He glanced back over to Silverstar. She was still running - towards the ThunderClan border?! No! She could absolutely not! If they were discovered, RiverClan would find out. And then they were goners. He charged after Silverstar, his huge white paws pounding the dusty, bloody earth where they had fought. He nearly slipped on a patch of crimson blood, but recovered his balance. to his disgust, his paws had been dyed a bright red. This was going to be hard to wash out of his white fur. Fox dung! He began to catch up to her, slowly, but he estimated he might just catch her in the river. He was a strong swimmer. He pushed himself to the limit, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
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Post by W.in.DY. on Jul 8, 2009 8:04:58 GMT -5
ooc|| I read it. ;3
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Post by Silver on Jul 9, 2009 21:57:58 GMT -5
Silverstar~ [/color] "Sometimes a quick retreat is better than your pride," Silverstar hissed breathlessly. Her tail streamed out behind her like a silver banner, and all she could hear was the pounding of their paws on the marshy earth and her ragged breathing. Blood was still trickling in to her eyes, and she furiously shook her head, sending the scarlet drops into the air. Though she knew she would regret it, she spared a glance behind her. Cranefeather was hot on her trail, his larger paws making up the distance. But I'm smaller and a lot more agile. I can only pray that I'm a stronger swimmer than him as well, she thought, kicking harder against the ground for a burst of speed. For once, she wished her pure RiverClan blood had a bit of WindClan in it, but no such luck. StarClan, don't take my strength away now! she pleaded, gracefully darting out of the way of rocks and reeds, never loosing speed.
What do you do? Oh, what would you do If you can't turn around If you couldn't turn back And moving forward... meant falling down? [/center] (Muse phail)[/size]
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Post by Crane on Jul 11, 2009 4:37:37 GMT -5
c r a n e f e a t h e r !
You used to be all right What happened? Did the cat get your tongue? Did your string come undone?
"Sometimes a quick retreat is better than your pride," Silverstar hissed bitterly. Cranefeather snorted. "And yet... you still think... you're fit to lead... RiverClan?" Cranefeather panted breathlessly. He didn't expect a reply, but SIlvertstar kicked against the ground for a burst of speed. Cranefeather spat on the ground and copied Silverstar's movement, bursting after her. She was getting closer. Cranefeather snarled in delight. Her tail came in range of a jump, but at the speed Silverstar was running, it would be impossible to catch her anyway. Cranefeather kicked off the ground again, with each pawstep getting closer and closer to Silverstar. The river was approaching fast. The river was where this fight would end, for good or bad... Cranefeather hoped with all his migh it ended badly... for Silverstar. He could catch her and drown her - his lungs held more air than Silverstar's. Excellent. With this new idea fuelling his resolution, Cranefeather began to speed up more. He could almost take a snap at Silverstar's tail.
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Post by Silver on Jul 15, 2009 13:46:55 GMT -5
(Let's see what I can do with little muse...) Silverstar Silverstar's heart leaped in her throat when she spotted the river through the reeds. Ignoring Cranefeather's comment, she dug for strength she did not have, her breathing harsh and her legs screaming from the effot of keeping such a consistant, rapid speed. Cranefeather said something behind her, but he was just as out of breath as she, so she couldn't hear him over the wind in her ears. Three more steps... two... one... splash! Silverstar hit the refreshing river water hard, her cuts stinging like bees. She paused for a second, adjusting to the sudden change, horrified to see the water turned pink with her blodd. And then she was swimming with all the grace and strength that true RiverClanner's posessed-- and prayed to StarClan that her RiverClan ancestry could help her reach the ThunderClan border on the other side before Cranefeather reached her.
Way away from you I'll be Way away so you can see How it feels to be alone And not believe Feels to be alone and not belive Anything [/size]
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Post by Crane on Jul 16, 2009 2:07:53 GMT -5
c r a n e f e a t h e r .
So many times, it happens too fast You change your passion for glory Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past You must fight just to keep them alive
Just as Cranefeather was aiming a blow at Silverstar's flank, the river appeared. He snarled breathlessly. She took three steps and splashed into the river. Cranefeather took two and splashed in right behind her. The water had already turned pink wth Silverstar's blood. Now, with Cranefeather's added to the mix, the water became even murkier. It wasn't quite red, although the pink darkened considerably. It was going to be hell to try and see. He had to try and grab her before she got too far away, now he could reach her. His jump had taken him further that Silverstar's and he was directly behind her. He took a huge breath, and listened. Just as Silverstar exhaled, he kicked forwards and with a surge of water grabbed onto Silverstar's neck. He kicked strongly, going down towards the bottom of the river. He had to drown her. hen, hopefully, while she was recovering, the river would sweep her body away.
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Post by Silver on Jul 26, 2009 19:45:43 GMT -5
SilverstarCranefeather's kick knocked air she did not have out of her lungs. Silverstar thrashed as he pulled her under, her paws scrambling to get air under them. No! I'm so close... she thought, desperatly pounding Cranefeather with her hind legs. Despair began to engulf her as she realized that even if she did win this battle, she still wouldn't survive long. Too much blood loss, too many lives already waiting in StarClan for her. With only the desperate will to gain revenge before her death, Silverstar fought for her remaining lives, struggling toward the surface of the cool water. Her lungs screamed for air, and flecks of black began to dance in her vision. Viciously, Silverstar twisted from Cranefeather's grip, aiming another kick at his face and she whirled away, franticly trying to reach the surface.
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Post by Crane on Jul 27, 2009 2:43:44 GMT -5
c r a n e f e a t h e r .
The valleys of tall buildings are blown by the powerful wind Cold loneliness lurks beyond an asking whisper As the mirror reflects your face I forget to smile towards you
Ow. Ow. Ow. Each kick from Silverstar's legs felt like rocks pounding Cranefeather's stomach. He shrieked, and the sound came out unearthly and haunting beneath the water. Water began to pour in his mouth. He spat it out, holding onto the last shreds of air in his lungs. He felt flesh rip, and Silverstar surged away from his grip. Oh, StarClan, one of Cranefeather's claws had been broken. It hurt more than Silverstar's kicks... Oh wait, he was wrong. Her foot lashed out, connecting with Cranefeather's face. He needed air. Now. Now. Now. His lungs screamed, defiant at the lack of oxygen. He kicked upwards, and felt the cool, glorious air rushing down his windpipe and through his body. He let out a quick mew of happiness. But where was Silverstar? She had to be nearly out of air. Cranefeather highly doubted she had drowned already. Taking a deep breath, he shoved his head back underwater to look.
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Post by W.in.DY. on Jul 28, 2009 13:12:05 GMT -5
r i v e r f l e et
I learned long ago 'bout a better way of killing birds And what it means when they die in my hands Like a strangled heart It never made much sense to me Why I'd need to know the best way to do that But you have to love the murderer I've become As I'm standing here in front of you Standing right in front of you Standing here in front of you Killing birds
[/color] Suddenly, she was alone. Riverfleet sprinted after them, splashing into the river, she inhaled lots of air, she was going to go in. She kicked with all her might, ignoring the water that was forcing it's way into her mouth. And she went under the water, intentionally. Riverfleet was close enough to Silverstar, to the point where she could try and maybe bang Silverstar's head against one of the stepping stones. Instead of that, she attempted to suffocate Silverstar, trying to drag the silver cat to the bottom, without her claws connecting with her face. It would be painful, and awfully disorentating. Plus, she could be crushed under both Silverstar and Cranefeather's weight , and die, from lack of oxygen . The point was, she didn't want to die. Why was she even thinking about this? Whatever. Water was pushed up her nose, and she blew it out, not fast enough. Soon, she was going to drown, so she'd have to go back up soon. Not until Silverstar was dead. Soon, Riverfleet's breathing reflex would kick in and she'd breathe in water, and then die.
[ooc;; I've realised I had muse, it was just underneath a heck of a lot of cobwebs, and my birthday helped too. ;3.] [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Silver on Jul 30, 2009 12:34:23 GMT -5
Silverstar Silverstar's face broke the surface of the river, breathing in sweet air. After coughing out the last trances of water, Silverstar swam strongly toward the ThunderClan border. At least if she died there... someone would have a clue to what happened. Behind her, she heard a splash. Riverfleet woke up, she thought, gritting her teeth. With the two of them after her again, her chances of survival were slimming. I can only hope they bare the scares of today for the rest of their lives, she thought bitterly, sparing a glance back. Cranefeather has just dipped his head below to see if she was there. In a second, he would realize that was was only a few feet from the other side of the river, and Silverstar felt that would be when her destiny would be decided. Weither she lived or died. And somehow, that was alright with her. [/color][/blockquote]
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Post by Crane on Jul 31, 2009 1:35:16 GMT -5
c r a n e f e a t h e r .
You must be the arithmetic man; you add trouble, subtract pleasure, divide attention, and multiply ignorance. ~Top 10 Insults List [Sorry >.> I thought this was suitable for Cranefeather's mood]
Oh StarClan. Silverstar was only a few strokes away from the ThunderClan shore. He cursed loudly - a very nice one he had made up himself, that shall not be repeated here. Desperation fuelled his strokes. If she got out of the river, he was totally and utterly destroyed - for attempting to kill a leader... The repercussions were incredibly serious. He hadn't counted on Silverstar's cowardly fleeing, however, so this was of no fault of Cranefeather's. He heard a splash as Riverfleet dived in. Good, back-up. He could probably reach Silverstar... If he started swimming! He kicked off a conveniently placed stepping stone, his strong legs pushing him far through the strong current. A few more strokes. Four. Three. Two! He dived forwards and grabbed Silverstar's scruff, rapidly spinning around so that Silverstar was facing the opposite way. Cranefeather snarled in delight. "No, Silverstar. You die, today, no getting out of it," he said. The bloodlust took over his mind... Blood, fur, claws, teeth... destruction and killing were all he coul think about. he smiled sweetly at Silverstar. "Come now, Silverstar," he purred, keeping his head above the water, "This won't hurt a bit." He breathed deeply, re-grabbed Silverstar, and dove. This time, he made swam faster, and crushed Silverstar's body against a stepping stone. He held her down with his paws, so she couldn't kick or scratch. He smiled again, sickeningly sweet. He lifted one of his paws, and struck at Silverstar's face. Once more. And again. He placed his paw back on her leg. He had to control himself... But control was impossible. He tried to suppress the blood-thirsty monster. He couldn't. There was no way this monster could be stopped. Civilized Cranefeather let go. Savage Cranefeather took over. Blood, pain, gore, that was what he needed. No! He had to do this properly... But he so wanted to make this as painful as possible... No, it wouldn't work... Yes... No... Cranefeather struggled with himself. The mental pain was almost becoming physical, now. He had to end this quickly!
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Post by Silver on Aug 1, 2009 17:27:51 GMT -5
Silverstar Silverstar gasped when Cranefeather latched onto her scruff. "No! StarClan, no!" she wailed, thrashing toward the shore. She was so close... but just not close enough. Cranefeather tightened his grip and down they went, fighting against the current that wanted to sweep them away. Without mercy, she was thrown against the stepping stones, the breath leaving her, floating away in little bubbles. Instinctivly, she tried to breath, but only sucked in water. She tried coughing it out, but it only flooded her senses. Cranefeather viciously struck at her face, once, twice, three times before pinning her down again. And, standing in StarClan looking down, Silverstar couldn't help but wonder if it was horror that sapped her second-to-last life away, pinned against that rock in the river that marked the border. The horror of watching her blood stain the water, drifting in spirals up to the surface, where they danced in the evening light. The terror that came with the realization that RiverClan would soon be in control of a monster, of a lunitic and his lovesick puppy. That her final death would be cold and brutal, and no one would be the wiser. And, finally, the horror that came with the thought that this was the end. She would never fall in love. She would never have kits. She would never grow old with Ravenclaw, or watch him succede in life. She couldn't say goodbye. In her mind, that is truely what killed her more than Cranefeather's blows. Just the shock of the truth was enough. As Silverstar sat in StarClan, she felt sobered by the sight of her clone, which shone brightly now, waiting for one more life to complete the transformation from life to death. Silverstar herself was just a slim copy, with hardly enough energy to shimmer in the endless night. StarClan's Fourtrees was silent, empty, as usual, although she could feel her ancestors around her, hiding. As she looked herself in the eye, the only other form in the dark forest, she murmured, "So this is how this ends." Her past lives looked back at her, and did something she never expected. They spoke. "Death does not always mean the end." Something twinkled in their eyes that told her that so much more was to come. She wanted to ask, to learn what StarClan had in plan for her, but a numb feeling gripped her, dragging her back down to earth. As Silverstar opened her blue orbs, flecked with green with the blackest center, in the murkey water, her lungs screamed at her for air. The RiverClan leader glared at her opponent, steel glinting in her eyes, a former warrior, before viciously twisting her paws, out of his grip. She jerked her head forward, clamping her teeth to the side of his face. She bite down hard, as hard as she could managed, before she released him and swam smoothly to the surface. She sucked in a deep breath of air, and then did something unexpected. She turn, and swam strongly toward RiverClan's side of the river. After all, if she was going to die, she might as well die on the same soil she had been born and raised on. She swam with confidence, her strokes sure and calm. She could even feel the pebbled under her toes right before she felt Cranefeather's presence behind her.
If I fall And all is lost At least I'm where I belong Oh, sweet surrender [/color]
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Post by flower on Aug 1, 2009 17:51:19 GMT -5
[ooc- Sorry to butt in, but I just have to say something. GO SILVERSTAR!]
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Post by Crane on Aug 1, 2009 21:58:49 GMT -5
c r a n e f e a t h e r .
She's running out again She's running out She run run run run... Run... run...
But, before he could end it, disaster struck. Well, Silverstar struck. She fastened her jws around his white cheek. He snarled, watching his own crimson blood stain the water, mingling with Silverstar's blood. Ew... It was almost as if a tiny bit of Silverstar had been sucked into him. This was not what he wanted. But, the blood in the water quenched the monster. With a last surge of willpower, Cranefeather stuffed the monster back deep inside him, clawng at it with his mind. The fiend settled down to sleep. But Cranefeather couldn't guess how long it was until the white demon sprung out again. He was distracted... Silverstar was a great warrior, even Cranefeather could acknowledge that. She twisted out of his grip. He snarled in fury as one of her hind paws clipped his face. He had nearly lost his eye. He shuddered - imagine being blind. Nothing but blackness. Or nothing? Could you even see the darkness? Who cared? Cranefeather spun around and chased after Silverstar, his body slicing through the water like a blade. Even so, Silverstar was so close to the bank. Surely she was already on the pebbles, all she had to do was run. Cranefeather's energy was dropping dangerously low. Surely, surely, Silverstar was nearly dead. He could sense a terrible desperation in the air. He guessed Silverstar could have one or two lives left to go. He prayed with all his might it was only one. The amount of blood draining from the wound on his face was distrubing - his white fur might even be stained permanently. At least he would look scary, with red fur... Unless it became pink. Oh StarClan, that would be embarrasing. Uh! Why did he keep having random thoughts like this? He supposed it was the blood-loss. Everything blurred for a second, but cleared. His head vibrated with what could only be described as a migraine. A few more heartbets, he promised himself. If he landed on top of her, he was so tired, he knew she couldn't move him. She would starve or be crushed. Cranefeather smiled internally at the thought. Now! Although his muscles were screaming for a rest, Cranefeather executed a perfect jump and landed on top of Silverstar. A chuckle burst from his throat. "We're both tired, Silverstar," he whispered in hs ear. "This is between us now, Riverfleet is back over there. We both know whoever wins now wins the whole thing." His claws twitched towards her throat. With a final hiss, he dug his claws deep into the soft skin, tearing through fur, skin, flesh. Blood poured out onto his paw. He smiled triumphantly. She couldn't survive this. He had won!
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Post by W.in.DY. on Aug 2, 2009 1:20:33 GMT -5
__r i v e r f l e e t&&
As Silverstar swam off to the RiverClan side of the river, one of the kicks hit Riverfleet in the side of the mouth, her blood welling out in a stream. Since she couldn't see, it was difficult to orientate herself. But then, her head broke the surface, and inhaled air. Riverfleet sped after Silverstar. Maybe, if she planned it right, Riverfleet could dig her claws into flesh and muscle, and rip into an organ. Silverstar would surely die. Now the only problem was planning it right. But there wasn't enough time. Riverfleet could work fast, and if she went slower, it'd be fun to watch Silverstar struggling. That didn't matter right now. She needed to catch the leader first. It wasn't too hard. Unless her eyes were ripped out. Why she even thinking about this?Riverfleet caught up with Silverstar, and made an attempt to force her weight onto the leader's back. And then, if she wasn't thown off, she'd try to balance all of her weight onto the leader's neck, hopefully snapping it. If that didn't work, maybe Riverfleet could tear out an eye. It could work. "We're both tired now." Cranefeather spoke. But Riverfleet wasn't tired. She was angry, but not tired. Riverfleet drowned out the rest. The she-cat sunk her claws into Silverstar's pelt, so she wouldn't get thrown off. [[yay i HAZ MUSE. ]
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