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Post by yami-chan on Jul 4, 2008 15:32:58 GMT -5
V A N - R I K E R
Narrowed slits of glaring malice
switched within the paling
shadows, his large cranium bending
back sticks that continuously poked
and prodded at his face. Again he
checked the air, testing it for the
particular aroma that had pulled
him into temptation. It was there,
he could taste it on his tongue,
the stubborn thing just wouldn't
raise it's head. Copper crested tail
flicked with clear irritation; he wanted
the source, the very creature that
gave off the mouth watering scent,
and yet it would continue to
torment him by not appearing.
The large dire examined Nightclan
camp, the entrance just a bound
away, yet he held back, knowing
whatever power he held, these
cats could bring him down if they
were to attack in a large group.
But alone these forest felines were
powerless, flimsy like a new born
pup; it was best to wait for his prize. |
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Post by Dragon on Jul 6, 2008 20:46:11 GMT -5
|Haunted.kit|
Calm pawsteps across the camp masked the turmoil that raged in the pit of a young cats heart. Whiskers twitched constantly testing the air around her as she padded towards the entrance to the camp. The femme was apprentice age and ready to have a mentor as soon as the clan settled down. Silverclaw had just taken over the clan and she hoped he would get a move on and give her and her siblings mentors. But then again she also knew that the clan was lacking in warriors and only about six of the nine would recieve a mentor this time around. Sighing the she-cat slipped out of the camp unnoticed, she was very skilled at it by now and had lots of experience in sneaking out. Mouth slightly open to breath in the air for scents the female set off. She missed the wolf smell that wafted downwind of her and headed towards the river. By now no one would have noticed her cloudy orbs that forever marked her as blind.
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Post by yami-chan on Jul 24, 2008 11:21:33 GMT -5
VAN RIKER
There it was, rather a she than an 'it';
a small kit was giving off this salivating
aroma. His twisted evil opticals trailed
her further, down to the stream,
knowing that thorough examinations
had to be processed before leaping
head over tail for the feline creature.
Though this tiny she was indeed a kit,
didn't label her as easy pickings. Many
a things could go wrong; for example
it would only take one high pitched
scream to alert more stronger cats to
come to the rescue, or she could fight
back as the first had done. No, this time
he would not underestimate his prey,
but the ending would always stay the
same; he would come out the winner.
Riker shook his broad canine skull to
clear all thoughts that would distract
him from the main task, to bring back
another fallen captor.
With gentle ease the copper dire brushed
idly away from his green encasement, sights
never straying from his prize. It seemed
she walked with a careful gate, always
testing the air for god knows what;
only occurring to him later that this kit
was blind, her fog filled audits staring past
his massive figure. Scoffing silently to
himself that these weak creatures could
only breed themselves handicapped kits
and turn astray to strong blooded ones.
His shadow now climbing over the tiny
femme, maws parting, tongue holding
back the thick saliva that hung lazily
from the corners of his lips, Riker struck.
Closing in on the kit, making haste to
throw her further away from Nightclan
camp but still close to the waters edge.
Placing a large fore paw on the tiny
cranium, pressure added as her pretty
face sunk into the soggy soil.
"Don't make a sound or I'll kill you." [/b][/blockquote] |
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Post by Dragon on Jul 24, 2008 13:20:15 GMT -5
|Haunted.kit|
A wall of a new scent hit her in the face almost knocking the breath from her lungs and the femme stopped in her tracks one paw raised to take another step forward. Harks strained to hear something, anything but the other sounds of the forest covered up whatever was out there. Quivering the kit felt a coolness come over her and she realized she was in a shadow but before she could react something pushed her crown to the ground and spoke. Anger flared but the femme thought on her feet. Her feet! Since she was laying in her side she swung her back end towards the thing that pinned her down and was surprised to gain purchase on something furry. Claws sliced at the....leg? as she twisted trying to break free. She fought blindly, clawing until she ran out of breath then starting up again trying to get the pressure off her head. Her temples pounded with the unaccustomed amount of pressure.
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Post by yami-chan on Jul 24, 2008 14:52:26 GMT -5
Ooc: Btw Dragon do u wanna do
an Rp with me in Darkclan territory? It's called
Dark ambition. VAN RIKER
The lordly wolf snickered in mirth, his paled
oculars narrowing with pleasure as he
pushed down the flailing kit's face deeper
into the sodden mud. Her feeble attempts
at freeing herself were humerus, the small
scratches that she drew on his skin nothing
but tickles and stings. The kit's struggles
were in vain, they proved useless against
the copper dire who continued to grin smugly
down at his weakling prey; having had
stalled long enough on enemy terra, Riker
fastened his canines onto the femme's scruff,
jerking her quickly from safe grounds and
into unfamiliar highest. Having only to
assume that her maws were full from the
soppy soil, he took two massive leaps,
fleeing Nightclan grounds with winning
pride filling his ego. |
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Post by Dragon on Jul 24, 2008 15:08:34 GMT -5
|Haunted.kit|
She knew better than to call out. Besides she was still spitting out mud and no one would have heard her anyways. Her head spun and the darkness of her world exploded with white sparkles. Suddenly the ground was no longer there but sharp piercing in her scruff told her she was in the creatures maw and it was taking her somewhere. She didnt know where but she held still lest it drop her.
[[Sure I read some of the post but didnt really know if I should join and with which charrie. Btw can you start a thread for Breezy and Emby?? They need a reunion xD ]]
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Post by yami-chan on Jul 24, 2008 16:44:31 GMT -5
Ooc: Sure I'll make the thread as soon as possible, I'm not sure if I'll have time today cuz I'm going out and probably coming home late. Do you have a Darkclan kit that hasn't been captured? Oh! What about Dawnkit? They are both evil right?
Also should I reply to this or just take it to the cat prision?
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Post by Dragon on Jul 24, 2008 20:29:17 GMT -5
[[Ill reply with Dawn sure! And dont even bother to reply to this its pretty much done and a waste of muse to post again xD]]
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Post by yami-chan on Jul 25, 2008 11:21:13 GMT -5
Ooc: Ok thanks Dragon! I'm gonna lock this thread and respond to cat prision as soon as possible.[/size]
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