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Post by silvermoon3 on Dec 4, 2008 19:46:19 GMT -5
The sun was high. Not a single cloud blocked the sky. It wasn't excactly a fitting weather for such a day.... well to Bark it was. To the cats it proably wasn't.
Not a single brid cried, nor a squirell chattre. The sounds of the road seemed fr away and yet every single sound seemed magnified. Bark could almost hear the sound of his drool hitiing the ground as he practically dreamed of the feast the dogs were going to have. He could hear the cats battle crys and laughed. Thoe puny things think they could beat us?! In the eyes of the brute, it did indeed seem like a funny scene.
Bark growled, sharp fangs glinting in the sun. His fur stiffened on end as his ears fell back. Time for some fun
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Post by Lavender Mistpaw on Dec 5, 2008 17:39:55 GMT -5
Lavender stopped as she reached the dump's edge. She walked carefully through the dump. It's time to fight these mutts! she thought angrily. She went up in front of bark and stopped, keeping her distance. She laid back her ears. The fight was next to a fence. Hello, dog. she spat at Bark. She was careful not to anger him so far that the fight started before the other two got here. She would normally try to avoid this type of stuff, but this time it was different. Way different. It was over dog invasion, not for name, or mates. Lavender could feel her short-haired tail thicken, but she kept her hackles unraised. She wasn't too angry, but she was ready to unleash a frenzy of fur, claws, trash, spit calls, and fangs. She would protect the town she called home.
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Post by Jarrah Eclipsemoon on Dec 7, 2008 0:05:13 GMT -5
Slowly but surely the ivory brute mad his way towards the mutt, his scruffy pelt appearing blurry from where he was now. This showed how far Jarrah was from Lavender and the dog, which wasn't nessisarily a good thing. He moved quicker now, weary of what the dog will do to such a young and pretty cat like Lavender. He could just make out the anxious face placed on the mongrels mask, and he steadied his pace so he wouldn't lose breath.
Before he knew it, he was behind a bush about five fox-lengths from the mutt. Jarrah let out a snarl, hoping to distract the dog from Lavender, so she could make a run for it. Or would she? Woluld she stand here like a helpful and strong fae, and help Jarrah fight off the young pup who decided to make the cats in this town his dinner each night? Or would she flee, like Jarrah expected? I guess he'd find out.
His soul was telling him to flee; flee to save his life. But he couldn't do that. His body told him to stay, to stay and fight off the dog for the good of the town. So he ran; not away, but yes, toward the dog. He launched himself at him full speed, and almost lost his breath as he hit him. Jarrah let out a cry to let Lavender know to get help. Where was Winter? He was suposed to be here by now! Jarrah growled under his breath, but didn't take his mind off the dog for too long. His paw darted for the mongrel's neck, and hit it sharply. A puncture was produced, and a tide of blood ripple out. Jarrah let out a small giggle at how easy this battle was going to be, for, the dog was fairly small.
Where soul meets b o d y
I do believe it’s t r u e
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Post by silvermoon2 on Dec 7, 2008 15:11:37 GMT -5
Winter's eyes locked on his target. It was a big black dog, proably three times as big as Winter. That didn't stop the cat from running as fast as he could towards Bark. He tried to howl but ended up with a "Raaaaa" Instantly, Witner stopped trying to bark and howl like a dog. It was an embarressment. He sounded too much like a cat. He was not a cat. But a dog... A DOG!!!
Winter's fur rose along his back as he pulled his lips back in a snarl. The identaty confused cat growled rather the hissed at the brute.
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Post by silvermoon3 on Dec 7, 2008 15:16:10 GMT -5
The younger dog didn't even flinch as the cat scratched his neck. It was no mroe then a pinprick. Bark turned to the ivory tom. This dog may be young but he was still three times as large as the young tom. There was no way he would loose to any of these three.
Bark clearly saw that he had a tiny advantage. The cat had to be practucally under his in order to scratch his neck like that. Ignoring the toehr two, the black dog reached with his for left leg to swat the tom under him.
The swat was ment only to rattle the critter, not excactly to hurt him. Because of that, Bark onyl used his rough pads to swat the kitty rather then his claws.
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Post by Jarrah Eclipsemoon on Dec 8, 2008 17:46:00 GMT -5
Jarrah yowled in pain as the pooch played with his thin body. He spun around, attempting to grab a hold on the dog's behind, but had no luck with it. Bark's excited facial expressions and wagging tail literaly yelled out his current disposition. Jarrah was irritated with the playful pup, and was sure that he was going to get a good whipping. He lunged upwards, strait toward his neck, and grabbed a hold on his extra puppy fur.
Finally Winter appeared, and Jarrah almost gasped with joy. Help had arived, help to take this dog down. He beckoned the blotched brute forward, and nodded with his head to the dog. The dog shook, and instrictively Jarrah's claws tightened their holds. He waited for the dog to yelp in pain, but it never came. How is that possible!? The ivory tom with fueled up with frustration, and couldn't wait any longer for Winter. He jumped on the mongrel, with paws working their way in his fur, as if ripping it out. Clumps of fur were pulled out, but Jarrah didn't stop there. He bit down hard, in the areas with thinner fur, making sure it was hard enough that Bark could feel it.
His eyes seemed to flask from blue to red as his anger deepened. He continued with shredding and biting, but moved to different areas on Bark's carcass. Jarrah stayed put on his back, even with the rough shaking of the dog. His neck was last. Save the best for last! Anger flashed in his opticals, and he didn't stop himself from digging with teeth far into the mad dog's neck. Blood splurted out, but half of it was Jarrah's. He feirce bite had caused him to flip off the dog, making him land hard on the rocky ground.
Red plasma spilled out onto the dirty ground as Jarrah's haunches hit a sharp peice of glass that had seemed to flee from its original garbage pile. A yowl escaped his throat, and his orbs flickered open and closed in the biggining of a stroke. Jarrah hurt so horibly that he was speechless, and not able to move any part of his bodice. Paralyzed from the shock he'd experienced, it disabled his from moving. He lay there writhing in pain on the floor, gore and clots plastered to his fur, staining them the horrible red color it possesed. He wanted to cry out for help, tell Winter to hold off Bark, while Lavender comes to help him, but he was disabled from speaking as well, as if his voice box had been stollen away and destroyed. Help me!!!
Word Count: 438
Muse: eh
Comments: none
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Post by Lavender Mistpaw on Dec 10, 2008 17:38:53 GMT -5
Lavenders ears swiveled, but she didn't take her eyes off of bark. It was time for the battle to begin. Lavender crouched down on her haunches, locked her target and sprang forward. In the blink of an eye, she was on bark's neck, claws attached to him to keep her balance. She was an agile cat. She scratched his back, long and slowly. She had penetrated his skin. She saw Jarrah and jumped from the dog, to beside Jarrah and grabbed her by her neck fur, and leaped to the fence. She set Jarrah down, and sprang back to the mutt. She landed on his face. Crud. That wasn't her target. What would happen to her now? She bit the dog's forehead, lightly. She didn't want to be in this position, so she lept at his tail. It was wagging to hard to hit, and the tail smacked her, sending her to her side. She landed hard, and was to dazed to move. ((OOC: Sorry. I didn't have the chance to get on lately.  ) |
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Post by silvermoon2 on Dec 10, 2008 19:05:24 GMT -5
Winter saw Jarrah hit the ground. He didn't care, howevre, he wound't let another dog kill where he lived. Not while he still had a set of teeth that it.
The white and black cat launched himself at the brute. Winter ran right inbetween his legs and latched onto his hind foot. From there, Witner used his claws to sink into the dog, hoping to get them far nough in to skin the brute.
Winter's claws drew blood but still, they were not deep enough. Holding on to the dog's leg with one paw, Winter works the other on just one spt. He managed to get a big enough hold in the dog's leg to grip some skin with his teeth. Wuinter begain pulling down. He wanted to hear this dog yelp, to make him pay.
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Post by silvermoon3 on Dec 10, 2008 19:17:17 GMT -5
Bark gorwled as the white tom bt into him. He begain to shake vilently, hoping to shake the cat off. When it apeared the tom wouldn't give, He reared to smash the cat like he saw a horse do to its rider in the tv box.
When blood came from the dogs neck, Bark was lucky, for it was mostly just loose skin that had been lost. Angered, Bark ran at the injured tom. He was not going to get out alive for hurting him, Bark would see to that.
The mad brute was taken by surprised when the she-cat jumped him. When she left for the tom, Bark gave chase, having forgotten about the other blotched one. Before Bark knew it, somethign was in his face. Bark couldn't see anything other then brown and black. Bark shook his head feriously. When he begain to dive his head down, to pin her to the ground , she was already gone.
Bark looked around but because she was behind him, he could not find her. Bark's tail begain wagging, maybe he had drove them all away. Suddenly, something hard hit his tail, or rather his tail hit something hard. Bark looked back to see the calico on the ground. She looked, wel she looked dead. Bark grinned and started moving towards what he tahught was a snack.
Suddenyl, pain in his hind leg. Bark started twiling around, trying to see what it was. He looked a lot like he ws chasing his tail.
When Bark finnaly saw th blotched tom, he stopped twirling and reached for the brute. Bark moved his leg closer towards his mouth and his move towards his leg. Bark couldn't excactly reach the tom but it's tail was just in his reach. Bark reached foward and bit down hard on it.
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Post by Lavender Mistpaw on Dec 11, 2008 17:29:39 GMT -5
Lavender, still dazed, wasn't completely unconsious, and her mind was racing. She moaned, and tryed to get up, but she failed. She slowly staggered up, and regained her knocked-out breath. She was a little bow legged at first, but she regained her balance. She didn't lunge at the dog, but she shouted out, COME GET ME YA' STUPID MUTT DOG!!! She wanted for bark to take his attention off of winter. She didn't know either of these toms, but hoped that one liked her and was not with another cat. She started yowling STUPID MUTT, STUPID MUTT, STUPID MUTT!!! over and over again. She walked around in cicles as she yowled it over and over again. BARK'S A STUPID MUTT!!!
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Post by Jarrah Eclipsemoon on Dec 22, 2008 1:50:20 GMT -5
Jarrah winced as he put weight on his haunches, and his clumbsy body crumbled back to the ground. A yowl escaped his mouth and his orbs closed in fear of dying. Bark was clearly not paying attention to him, wear was he? The ivory tom could barely raise his head to look around, but he just saw the sight of the tortoiseshell she-cat making fun of the dog. Jarrah sighed deeply as he regretted bringing Lavendar into this group.
He wanted to call out. To tell Lavendar to stop making fun of this evil dog. But his mouth wouldn't open, and he felt as if he was paralyzed and stuck to the ground. So he did the only thing he could think of. He reached out for a rock, any rock that was in reach of his tightening paws. As he grabbed a silver pebble, he raised his paw and threw the small rock in the dog's direction. But Bark was not just 3 feet away from Lavendar, noooo, he was on top of her now. So Jarrah's thrown rock ended up smacking the feline in the head.
He winced as the pebble bounced off of Lavendar's head and hit the ground where it rightly belonged. Even though it was a small, smooth pebble, it was still hard, and could deffinately inflict damage. He didn't know the spotted femme's disposition, so he just hoped that she really didn't care or even notice the rock hitting her. Would she care that Jarrah threw it at her? Or would she go all off on him and make him regret it as if it was the worst decision in his life.
Word Count;; 278
Muse;; poor
Comments;; sorry, i havent been active lately, and i havent much muse any way...
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Post by silvermoon2 on Dec 22, 2008 19:24:12 GMT -5
Wimnter yowled as the dog's motuh closed oin his tail and pulled him. Althouhg the spotted feline tried to hold on, the mutt managed to rip the cat from his legs.
Winter hung upside down, his tail between Bark's jaws, huis head running along the ground. He tried swatting at the mutt's legs, onyl to fail at reaching them.
Winter looked towards the femme who was yelling out insults. The tom was going to sigh in relief, thinking the brute would drop him an attack a cat. However, as he hung there, being shooken by the much larger dog, Winter knew this was not going to happen .
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Post by silvermoon3 on Dec 22, 2008 19:32:19 GMT -5
Bark grinned in satisfaction as he managed to pull the tom off his leg, although a chunk of skin came off with the tom. For a while, Bark played with Winter, shaking the poor tom by his tail like a dog with a new toy rope.
The insults from the femme didn't reach Bark's ears as he played with the spooted cat. It was however, the motion of her walking that caught his attention. Without dropping the tom's tail, he dragged Witner ovre to where the femme was. It was like a dog who was playig fetch then the owner suddenly throws two balls. Bark could not choose which to go after.
After a few mintues of trying to decided between the female cat and the tom cat, he decided to toss the one he held. Ina swift motion, he tossed the spotted brute away and lunged towards the calico. He was already about to pin her down whena pebble came from nowhere and... attacked the femme. Bark looked up to see the ivory tom, mostly injured.
Bark may be a veyr young dog, but if any dog could tell what would be an easy catch, it was Bark. An injured cat was less lickly to fight back then the two who were mostly unharmed. Bark begain running for Jarrah. The fece that seperated the tom and Bark was not to highh, and he managed to jump it. Hiowever, with his leg in the condition that Winter left it (partly skinned) the landing was painfull enough to make him fall on huis stomach rather then his legs.
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Post by Lavender Mistpaw on Dec 23, 2008 11:47:57 GMT -5
Lavender escaped harm that time, but her plan worked... sort of. Enraged, she started running at the dog. She turned beside him, and pelted across infront of bark. She hoped to trip him, and after that move, she went infront of the dog agian, but grabbed jarrah by the scruff of his neck as she went this time. Where do I put him? she thought, despreratly looking for a place to put him. She set him down several rabbit lengths behind the dog, and guarded the tom. Her fur was standing on end, and she was hissing furiously. She saw what bark was trying to do, and stood her ground. She could sense that she wasn't wanted in this battle, and was desperatly trying to impress the two toms. Her blue eyes were challenging the mutt, and weren't ment not to. "Come get me." she whispered angrily, waiting for bark's next move.
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Post by Lavender MistPaw on Dec 24, 2008 15:45:09 GMT -5
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