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Post by Moonstar on Oct 23, 2007 21:00:18 GMT -5
OOC: OK, RP your best and good luck! BIC: *It was cold, freakishly cold. The cruel wind of leaf-bare bit through Nighttail's black pelt, chilling him straight to the bone, even though with the coming of leaf-bare it had grown thicker. But this leaf-bare was so cruel that no matter how tick a cat's pelt, they'd feel its sting viciously. The RiverClan warrior however knew there must be another reason for his chill. Dread. Pure, icy dread.
Some strange creatures called wolves had been lurking in the forest. They were like dogs, but bigger, and even more vicious. They left nothing alive, and cats were slowly being picked off. If more than one wolf was out there, an entire patrol could be messily devoured by those cruel creatures. Nighttail's half-uncle Dirtclaw and mother Lostshadow had been stolen from him by a hungry wolf. Nighttail still grieved for them and always would. That was part of the reason he wanted to take part in the tournament. Maybe he'd die.
StarClan had confirmed the Clans fate last half-moon at the medicine cat's visit to the Moonstone. All the Clans would be wiped out. Frantic to prove each other the strongest, the cats began to battle like savages, killing without thinking twice. To stop the bloodshed, the Clan leaders determined that there'd be a tournament among the four Clans. Warriors would battle, one versus one, and the survivors would fight each other. The losers would join StarClan. Either of those options was fine with Nighttail.
As he strode into the Fourtrees, the burning amber eyes he had received from his treacherous grandfather Ravenpelt surveyed the area. The clearing seemed empty. Seemed. Nighttail's jaws parted and he sniffed the air for ThunderClan scent.* Swiftstar! *The black RiverClan warrior called, his voice strong and clear.* I am ready!
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Post by Runningfoot on Nov 5, 2007 16:38:44 GMT -5
As am I *A harsh snarl came out of the trees right behind him, as Swiftstar proudly stalked out of the shelter, his silver coat shining in the moon. He began to stalk around Nighttail, studing his opponnt closley*Hmm, Riverclan, dosen't mind the water and can probably move quick, but not as fast as me. Good thing I spent moons training. *He snarled as he circled, waiting for his black opponant to make the first move, but snarling louldly and hissing at her*
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Post by Moonstar on Nov 5, 2007 16:47:04 GMT -5
*Nighttail's heart rate quickly sped up. He met the ThunderClan leader's blue gaze fiercely, refusing to show any signs of fear. There's no way out of this...I'd rather die bringing honor to ThunderClan than being picked off by a wolf! The black RiverClan warrior snarled silently to himself. Nighttail defiantly circled the silver tabby, his fur bristling and his muscles tensed. After a few moments of strategizing, the black tom leapt toward Swiftstar, making like he was going to land on his back. But he pushed himself downward at the halfway point, and charged toward Swiftstar's paws.*
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Post by Runningfoot on Nov 6, 2007 16:20:02 GMT -5
*Gracefully, Swiftstar lept into the air, and crashed down with a hiss, trying to squash the other cat underneath him. he unsheathed his claws as he came down, in case he missed his target, so that he could strike even if he didn't land on top of Nighttail*
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Post by Moonstar on Nov 6, 2007 18:55:13 GMT -5
*Nighttail was completely caught off guard, not expecting Swiftstar to be able to notice his change in attack so quickly. The silver tabby tom crashed down on the black RiverClan warrior, knocking the wind out of him, cutting short his hiss of pain. With only being able to spare a few seconds for recovery, Nighttail rolled on his back suddenly, hoping to crush the ThunderClan leader, or at least get him off his back.*
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Post by Runningfoot on Nov 19, 2007 16:56:08 GMT -5
*Swiftstar rolled off, leaping up and giving a strong overhead paw swipe with his left forepaw, claws sheathed, and hissing with rage as he tried to prove he was the best*
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Post by Moonstar on Nov 19, 2007 20:59:11 GMT -5
Ugh! *The black tom growls as the ThunderClan leader's paw connects with his head. Nighttail grimaces, knowing that tomorrow he'll probably have headache from the blow he received. If I live to see tomorrow. The RiverClan warrior thinks grimly. White claws unsheathe as he slashes at Swiftstar's face.*
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Post by Runningfoot on Nov 26, 2007 20:13:55 GMT -5
*Swiftstar ducked low, avoiding the black tom's claws, and lunged for his paws, attempting to get under his belly to belly swipe him*
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Post by Moonstar on Nov 27, 2007 22:49:12 GMT -5
*Nighttail instantly sheathed his claws and slams his paws down, with two intentions. The first being, he'll block the ThunderClan leader's way to the belly before it's too late, the second, his paws might slam down on the the silver tabby's head. If this fails however, Nighttail acknowledges that his soft belly fur will be completely exposed to Swiftstar. Well, I don't have anything to lose doing this! The black tom thought to himself. He was glad they were fighting, as it warmed him up, and it got rid of some of the coldness inside. However, he grimly acknowledged that parts of the snow are red. One of us shall die... Nighttail reminded himself.*
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Post by Runningfoot on Nov 28, 2007 17:01:21 GMT -5
*Swiftstar gave a loud hiss as the paws crashed down, too close to his head for comfort. He kept sliding, and just missed his opponant's stomach. He pushed with his back legs, trying to get back under the River Clan cat's bell*
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Post by Moonstar on Dec 5, 2007 16:45:00 GMT -5
*The black tom slammed down hard, nearly knocking the wind out of himself as he defended his stomach. He flattened his triangle-shaped ears defiantly, his gleaming white fangs visible as he curled his lips into a snarl. Nighttail's jet black fur was puffed out with ferocity, making him look twice his size. Something had trigged itself in the RiverClan warrior's mind, and he had been able to think about his life. His mother and uncle were dead. His leader had always disliked him because of his grandfather. One of his siblings was in a different Clan, and though he had his father and other siblings, Nighttail had fully decided he didn't care anymore. The black tom was completely blind to death as he was going into a battle frenzy. Yowling, he jumped forward at Swiftstar, claws extended.*
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Post by Runningfoot on Dec 5, 2007 19:33:12 GMT -5
*Swiftstar jumped out of the way, his eyes wid as he realized thet the cat didn't care about dying, just about fighitng this battle. He though desperatly "I must get a stragety, and fast!" with a desperate light gleaming in his round eye, he lept up, meeting Nighttail in the air*
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Post by Moonstar on Dec 5, 2007 21:32:59 GMT -5
Ung! *Nighttail hadn't been expecting that move, if he could even think clear enough to think about his opponent's defense, he would've expected the ThunderClan leader to roll on his back. He should've rememberd as a more experienced warrior he'd have a good strategy! Taken by surprise, Nighttail is knocked back the impact rather than Swiftstar. But as he was knocked down the black tom latched his sharp white claws in to his opponents silver tabby fur, hoping to have some sort of attack, or even just a show of defiance as he's pinned.*
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Post by Runningfoot on Dec 9, 2007 12:40:30 GMT -5
meyowl!!!!!!!!*Swiftstar felt the claws in his fur painfully. He twisted in an effort to loosen their lethal white grip, as they crashed down heavialy to the rain soaked floor, trying to crush the young warrior beneath him*
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Post by Moonstar on Dec 13, 2007 19:00:18 GMT -5
*Nighttail let out a large puff of air as the ThunderClan leader smashed him into the ground, the snow barely cushioning his fall. A berserk light still gleams in the RiverClan warrior's amber eyes however, despite being pinned by Swiftstar. Swiftstar's probably a bit lighter than me, so I can probably throw him off... The black warrior thought suddenly, half-surprised by the fact that he could still rationalize. Viciously he lashed out with his backlegs, claws unsheathed. There was a good chance of raking the silver tabby's soft belly or at least giving him a hard enough kick to knock the wind out of him, giving Nighttail temporary advantage.*
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