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Post by kanti on Aug 24, 2018 20:40:11 GMT -5
{ May or may not have been a total crazy psychopath - since 2018. }
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Tekoa
"If at first you don't succeed, call it version 1.0"
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Post by Tekoa on Aug 24, 2018 20:41:19 GMT -5
Fox Fight | Frostedstar, Wolfmane, Wolverineslash Teeth cracking shut on thin air, the fox grappled with the large grey tom- its chin tucking close to his chest as he tried to grasp the unruly cat. Using his sheer bulk to overpower the tom, the fox whipped its jaws to grasp the cat when a searing slash cast a white burning sensation across his muzzle. Yipping, it jumped backward. Weight teetering on his backend, along with the large cat's weight ravaging his chest, the fox hit the ground with a large thud. Scrambling, he rolled onto his front end in an attempt to squish his foe, aggravated that his prey had fought back. Frothing, his teeth lunged again for the grey fiend; this time catching a glancing blow on the large feline's flank. It wasn't enough to subdue him, though, as his move left an opening for an attack to his sensitive eyes, ears, and face. Furious, he whipped around, jaws agape, hind end turning close enough the to the black and white spotted feline that his tail flicked the whiskers of the white and orange one. That one recoiled and scathed his hindquarter with a swat of claws.
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Post by kanti on Aug 24, 2018 20:51:46 GMT -5
Wolfmane yowled in pain as he felt the foxes's teeth sink into his flank, he could feel the way his muscles screamed under the infecting bite, but whirling around to face the beast he saw it vulnerable. He aimed to strike for the beast's eyes, but in the heat of battle it was hard to aim a blow at such a precise area. His powerful paws ended up smashing into the foxes's cheek. He hooked his claws forward, getting a good hold of his face. Yipping and yowling, the fox naturally tried to pull back, but as his jaws unhinged from his flesh and he pulled back, the tom tore out a good amount of flesh. His paws were now coated with the thing's blood, a small victory, perhaps a good establishment for the tide of battle. Wolfmane stumbled backwards, hissing from the pain in his side. He glared at the fox, waiting for it's next attack so he might have a chance at dodging, and catching the beast by surprise once more.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 20:58:30 GMT -5
(If I’m ever gone and you need Gracklefur, you can rp him. I’ll look for the last post with Frostedstar.)
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Tekoa
"If at first you don't succeed, call it version 1.0"
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Post by Tekoa on Aug 24, 2018 21:06:50 GMT -5
Fox Fight | Frostedstar, Wolfmane, WolverineslashThe fox recoiled, yowling as warm blood poured from the side of his face. The thick red stream dribbled from under his cheekbone, collecting under his chin in a sopping mess. Eyes burning holes of hatred into the large grey cat's form, the fox slunk back a few steps to recover. He wasn't hesitating, simply sizing up the infuriating felid. It was a lot stronger than he had expected. Pinkish tongue cleaning out the red iron tasting liquid that seeped into his mouth, the fox decided he'd had enough with this one. The two behind it were far less dangerous, the black and white speckled female was even in labor. Scrounging up his muzzle in a gaping snarl, the fox lunged forward, his large front paws aiming to shove down onto the grey one's head. He grappled with it, teeth yearning to catch flesh, but his intention was made for the weaker ones behind it. Snapping at everything that moved, the fox caterwauled, blinded by rage that overpowered the pangs of hunger gripping his insides. The fox missed his first target, but his teeth did hit another. The robust white cat with orange splashes crunched under his carnassial teeth. Picking it up and flinging it out of his way, he narrowed his eyes in search for the whereabouts of the large grey one again.
Pineshade yowled in pain as teeth crunched down on his hind leg. Suddenly yanked backward, he felt himself being lifted off his paws and thrown into the air. His claws scathed the side of the foxes face as hot blood dripped from the searing wound. Landing with a bone-shaking thump, the white and orange tom fought to keep the spreading black cloud that swirled in his vision. Pulling himself onto his paws, he leaped to get back to Frostedstar's side as the canid had it's back turned.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 21:07:54 GMT -5
Grateful to have the warrior beside her to help, she didnt know what she would have done if she had been alone in all of this, her heart all but stopped when she saw the wolf lunge for her mate. Ears pinning flat to her head with a snarl when the fox got too close for comfort, her claws unsheathed in case the creature got too brave and managed to get away from the warrior. She grimaced and cried out loudly, contractions seeming to produce nothing but blood for now as she struggled desperately to deliver a second and stubborn kit. The queen was soon losing energy as well as blood now, and it didnt seem like a hopeful chances for the slender queen if she didn’t get help soon enough. With a desperate whimper, Frostedstar lowered her head to her paws with a shudder. Looking up as Pineshade rested her firstborn at her flank, and her ears perked forward a little at the sight of her newborn daughter. Touching her nose to the kit’s flank with an exhausted purr, if this was to be where she died, she would at least be the first to greet her kit (grackle could well be helpful fort if youre wiilling!). (Sorry I poofed.) Gracklefur remained silent as he pushed a strange looking mixture of berries and herbs to the leader. It was his own strange creation as it was meant to calm nerves and ease pain. He also grabbed thyme and pushed it to the leader, his cold face wasn’t really helping either. He looked as if he just woke up from a nap, he looked like he wasn’t taking this seriously. The tom quickly inspected the two kits, they seemed healthy. “Keep licking them. Keep them warm.” He ordered as he faced his leader. He could see the look in her eyes, “Don’t even think about death. You have kits now. Don’t make them motherless.” Gracklefur wasn’t much of a sympathizer as he simply stared whatever was on his mind. He grabbed a stick and gave it to the leader. “Bite down on it if it gets worse. We can’t attract the foxes here.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 21:10:24 GMT -5
(no worries fort! Hope youre ok but slight thing - only one kit has been born, and the fox is already there)
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Post by kanti on Aug 24, 2018 21:17:51 GMT -5
Wolfmane's eyes were alight with fury as he whipped himself back up from the momentary grapple to find that the fox had launched to another victim. He watched Pinshade fly a short distance and land onto the cold earth with a hard thud. His body felt the need to freeze in fear, as the fox was only a couple tail lengths from his mate and newborn kits now; but he fought the feeling and hurled himself back into battle. The fox seemed to turn around too late, as just as it's muzzle whipped around, it's eyes caught the form of the monstrous cat leaping at it. Wolfmane landed on top of the foxes body. He was briefly balanced precariously on top of the fox before sinking all of his weight into his front paws. His strong talons ripped into the foxes shoulders, he tried desperately to flatten the fox onto it's belly, to pin it awkwardly from above and suppress it's movements. "Pi-Pinefur!" He cried out, needing someone to try to take advantage of the fox in it's current state.
{ Hope the way I'm describing the battle makes sense! ^^' }
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 21:22:38 GMT -5
(I misread it and thought there was two.) (GRACKLE YOU SUCK AT YOUR JOB)
Gracklefur hissed loudly as the fox attacked them, he then noticed both Treeshade and Crowface, both were fighting off a smaller fox. It eventually fled but the fox attacking them right now was a much bigger threat. “You TWO! HERE! NOW!” He snarled and swiped at the fox. Crowface gave a sharp nod while Treeshade hesitated, her brother ran straight towards the fox that attacked Pineshade and pounced onto its back. The tom began ripping at its back, trying to keep it from getting to Gracklefur and the others. Treeshade was more fearful and back away from the scene, she felt paralyzed as she hardly ever fought. Especially a fox!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 21:26:35 GMT -5
A yowl of anger and pain ripped from the queen as the fox stumbled towards her newborn kits, without putting too much thought into what the hell she was doing, she had forced herself onto shaky paws and thrown herself between Gracklefur and her newborn daughter before the pair of warriors had been able to reach her. Prepared to defend her clanmates till death, her ears flattened to her head with a challenging snarl. Claws unsheathed she dragged them through her enemy’s snout, fangs bared and eyes burning with fury that it had dared come close to her kitten. Pain continued to cripple her, but she fought on as best as she was able, until she was bleeding from the muzzle and flanks,
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Tekoa
"If at first you don't succeed, call it version 1.0"
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Post by Tekoa on Aug 24, 2018 21:34:03 GMT -5
Fox Fight | Frostedstar, Wolfmane, Gracklefur, CrowfaceJust as he'd gotten rid of the white and orange tom, the grey one was back with a vengeance. Suddenly a heavyweight was thrown onto his shoulders and the momentum shoved the foxes' face into the cold earth. Momentarily stunned, he struggled with his hind legs to throw the grey one off. A ripping sensation scathed his back as he struggled. Flesh peeled and parted underneath the large grey cat's claws. However, just as he was about to break free the white and orange cat battered the side of his head with needle-sharp front claws. A searing rip sent a blinding white pain across the foxes face as the white cat latched onto his face. He broke free, spattering blood in all directions. Spinning in a blind rage he lunged for everything within his reach; snarling as a lithe black felid swung at his muzzle and a siamese point clung to his back. Leaping sideways to smack against a tree stump the fox tried to rid himself of these infuriating felines. Resorting to rolling, a quick shift attempt to crush the cats underneath his sheer mass, the fox felt pangs of pain litter his body as more injuries were inflicted on his flesh. He contemplated fleeing, but the tantalizing scent of birth and newborn kits sent a rivulet of hunger strikes that wrecked his mind beyond reason. No, instead he lunged in one last attempt at the black and white speckled shecat.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 21:37:22 GMT -5
Colliding with the fox with the elegance of a brick wall and the momentum of a freight train the pair skidded desperately through the snow. Both queen and beast leaving bloodied marks in the snow underfoot as both wrestled for the spot on top. Frostedstar knowing all too well that it would be the death of her and her kits if this beast got one bad move in, and whilst she had nine lives to spare, her unborn kits weren’t afforded a similar luxury. Howling in pain as it tore its claws through her throat, sending blood spurting but fortunately the wound wasnt deep enough to be fatal just yet. But the leader was fighting for her life, praying her clanmates would intervene before it was too late.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 21:44:14 GMT -5
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING?!” Gracklefur yelled as the queen went and attacked the fox. He grabbed her tail and yanked her back, he turned to Treeshade who was hiding. “YOU! HERE!” Gracklefur was practically yelling, his fur was bristled and his could feel his blood boil. He turned to the fox and slashed at its face. He snapped back to the queen, “Don’t even think about it!” Though he knew the look of a Mother willing to die for her kits. Frostedstar looked like she was willing to die for everything she loves. He made a face as he knew there was no stopping the stubborn queen. At that moment, Treeshade snapped out of it and ran towards the fox. She felt her heart beginning to beat rapidly as she grabbed its tail, hoping to get it away from them. Though deep down, she didn’t want to die like this. In the jaws of a deadly fox. She could hear her brother along with the others fighting. She even noticed Frostedstar who looked like she wanted to fight them all at once. Treeshade felt a burst of courage and jumped onto the fox’s face and clawed at it.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 21:45:55 GMT -5
(whoops XD ^^^ potential edit needed fort if thats ok, todays lesson; don’t anger a parent, plain and simple XD)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 21:50:08 GMT -5
(I don’t think Gracklefur cares thou, lol jk I’ll fix it)
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Tekoa
"If at first you don't succeed, call it version 1.0"
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Post by Tekoa on Aug 24, 2018 21:51:40 GMT -5
Should I wait for Kanti to post or respond now? I hope I'm doing okay as the fox xD I think it will flee now that there are so many kitteh's attacking it? ))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 21:53:43 GMT -5
(I think it would be fine for you to reply tek and likely yeah, but youre welcome to do something else not murdery if youd like)
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Tekoa
"If at first you don't succeed, call it version 1.0"
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Post by Tekoa on Aug 24, 2018 21:57:19 GMT -5
Bahah! Sure! says the murdery fox villan I'm trying to post as the fox aiming for cats but I'll let you guys decide if he hits your characters. That way you can pick how servere injuries are (if hit) and nobody gets overpowered ^^ ))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 22:06:03 GMT -5
(no worries tek)
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Tekoa
"If at first you don't succeed, call it version 1.0"
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Post by Tekoa on Aug 24, 2018 22:13:54 GMT -5
Fox Fight | Frostedstar, Wolfmane, Wolverineslash, Treeshade, GracklefurThe fox snarled in anger as his deemed "weak" target fought back as well as the others did. The black and white speckled shecat left deep-rooted scratches across his face as he broke free, recoiling as the lithe black feline caterwauled loud enough to set his ears ringing. He hadn't even been able to shake out his head in confusion before another gripped onto his tail and yanked backwards. Whipping around to sink his teeth deep into this other shecat, the foxes' teeth gnashed air as he missed and it launched at his face. He sprang in circles to shake it off, swinging his head against the ground in an attempt to free his head.
Pineshade felt fury bubble up in his chest, it pounded his ribcage just as loudly as pain screamed in his back leg. The robust tom's white fur was plastered in a smear of red, eight puncture holes spurting rivulets of blood as he held it off the ground. Whether it be the shock, or sheer determination, the pain was numbed as the fox tumbled towards him; Treeshade clinging to it's face and Crowface ripping a new one into the beasts back. Lunging forward as the fox's thrashing left an opening for it's vulnerable throat, Pineshade slashed his claws as deeply as he could muster. Hitting home on the underside of the foxes' chin, the large tom gripped onto it's cheek and ripped deeper into the already blood spurting wound Wolfmane had inflicted just heartbeats before.
Yelping as the fat white and orange cat ripped into the side of his throat, the fox dropped to his stomach and rolled. Trying to rip and scrape himself free of the feline's sharp grips he only managed brief relief from their claws. Retreating a few steps backwards, he snarled accusingly at them. Filthy, little sharp-clawed prey animals didn't understand their place. He was supposed to be hunting them, not the other way around. Furious, battered and bloody, the fox backed himself up against a tree stump to protect his hind end. Facing them head-on, with his jaws agape and gnashing, the fox was getting desperately outnumbered. He glanced, panic waning his blood drive, for an escape route.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 22:19:26 GMT -5
Limping heavily and bleeding terribly, Frostedstar returned to her paws as best as she could as the fox searched for his retreat. Not so foolish to attempt a killing bite when she was barely able to keep to her paws as it was. With near no energy left the queen stumbled into the snow beside her first born, the fight might have been over but for the kitting queen the battle had only just begun. Eyes closed and feeling faint, Frostedstar was barely conscious as her body expelled the second kit into the bloodied snow, but the queen didnt have the energy left to greet her newest born son. Her stomach continuing to ripple and shift with contractions, but the queen wasn’t conscious to aid them with pushing anymore.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 22:35:59 GMT -5
Gracklefur ran to her side and shook his head, “You. Will not die.” He orderly in a choppy tone as he grabbed moss soaked with melted snow. He squeezed it over the queen’s face before he gave her thyme and a small paste of berries that would help give her some energy. He nudged the firstborn closer to the queen and took the bloodied kit who shivered from the exposure of the cold. “Great way to experience your life day huh kit?” He said to the kitten as he placed it in front of the queen hoping she had the energy to lick it warm. “Frostedstar you have to work with me here.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 22:42:18 GMT -5
For a moment it didnt seem that the queen had heard the words of her medicine cat, the amount of blood she had lost from both her kitting and the fight would have killed a normal cat quite easily. But the snowy shecat was fighting as best as she could to remain conscious, but she could feel her grip on it slowly fading with every heartbeat. However, her ears twitched at the sound of her son’s scared mewing, her every instinct screaming at her to defend her litter no matter what state she found herself in. Shakily the queen rasped her coarse tongue across the tom’s tiny body, not able to even lift her head from her paws to draw him closer to the warmth of her fur, but she wouldn’t give in just yet. “Are they ok?” The new mother rasped hoarsely, her priority the kittens and not herself.
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Aug 24, 2018 22:47:26 GMT -5
Hey everyone, just a heads up that I'm sick and may not be able to come on for a couple of days.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 22:50:38 GMT -5
(sorry to hear it sky, hope youre felling better soon!)
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Tekoa
"If at first you don't succeed, call it version 1.0"
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Post by Tekoa on Aug 24, 2018 22:58:12 GMT -5
You're well being is more important than an rp we'll miss you pls don't go I hope you feel better soon! ^^ ))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 23:14:22 GMT -5
(Get well Sky✨) Gracklefur felt a wave of relief as the queen finally spoke, even though her voice was weak. “Healthy.” He said with a mouth full of berries he was mashing up, he was also gathering moss with his tail. He went over and gave her the moss so she could place the kits on that rather than the snow. He then spat out the paste and rubbed it on the queen’s wounds from the fox. “More kits are coming.” He said as he glanced at her belly. “Just focus on them.” He looked back at the fox attack and then the queen with a reassuring face.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 23:20:54 GMT -5
“I know,” on the tongue of another cat the response might have sounded sarcastic or challenging, but the queen simply sounded defeated. Her nose rested across the back of her tom kit, exhausted and wavering in consciousness, the queen feared she hadn’t the energy to deliver her remaining kits. “Please dont let them die,” she begged through half closed eyes. Bracing as another contraction wracked through her body making her cry out again. “Please StarClan dont let them die,” she voiced her exhausted prayer aloud as she struggled on in growing desperation as a third kit tumbled onto the cold snow between her bloodied hind legs.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 23:44:48 GMT -5
“Starclan won’t help you know.” Gracklefur said as he inspected the kit, healthy. “You need to rely on your own strength right now.” It was strange for a medicine cat to say that about Starclan However Gracklefur was a peculiar cat so no one really question it. He gave her the third kit, “Healthy.” He repeated and checked on the other kits again. He looked back at Frostedstar, “You’re almost there.” He said in his best encouraging voice. He looked back at the foxes once more before looking at Frostedstar with a nod that they were safe for now.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2018 9:11:30 GMT -5
In quick concession two further bundles of fur were delivered into the bloodied snow, and Frostedstar collapsed onto her side with a heavy pant. The five kits were tiny, the nature of being half a moon premature but their meals were strong despite this. But if it wasnt the earliness of their birth which killed them, it would be the cold into which they were born. No moss or feathers to keep out the cold winds, only the howling icy winds which tore across the cliffside. And their mother was in no position to help the feeble kittens, her consciousness wavering as she struggled to catch her breath. The blood loss and exertion having taken its tolll on the new mother, she was unresponsive and barely moving. The only indication that life remained in her freckled body was the occasional ragged intake of breath which racked through her slender frame.
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