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Post by Dragon on Mar 17, 2008 9:44:52 GMT -5
.:Drim:.
Paws carried her over the leaves and plants on the forest floor leaving only small imprints of her passing. The wolfess was on her way to capture a kit and had smelled a bunch of them coming in her direction. Crouching low to the ground the femme waited patiently for the little furballs to arrive so she could take one of them like taking candy from a baby.
ooc-I will take Blackkit here and if you have a kit in the ~:In search of Adventure:~ thread them you may have your kit stolen here as well. I will have Drim take two kits here if there are two kits that wish to be taken. If no one else wants their kit taken I will have Drim take Hauntedkit since she will be captured anyways I just dont like to capture my own charries XD
1. Blackkit
2. Mottledkit
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Post by Cheetah on Mar 18, 2008 6:30:54 GMT -5
Small, black paws drummed on the ground, not breaking any branches or twigs. Blackkit was practically bursting with annoyance at his two group mates, and practically all his litter mates. Although the world out of camp was extremely fun, he couldn't forgive, or forget all the mistakes the kits made. First, Blackkit's group was late and Redkit's almost got lost, while Cicadakit's group was watching them all with smug expressions. Now, he was glad for a chance to go in front of their group, calming down quickly. Finally, he stopped for a short rest, waiting for the others to catch up to him. He relaxed his muscles, before he saw a huge shadow in the clearing...
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Post by yami-chan on Mar 18, 2008 15:03:22 GMT -5
Molttedkit dragged his paws sluggishly across the forest floor, his dim auds keeping a close watch on the tom ahead of him, rage seething from withen. How could Blackkit be angry with them, when he was the one who chose them as partners?
I don't need to put up with this fox dung.
Tired of being foresaken because he could not hear, could not speak; tired of life just being plane to hard. Molttedkit ceased his walking paws, and it was decided then and there that he would no longer take orders from the bossy black kitten.[/color]
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Post by Dragon on Mar 18, 2008 17:58:09 GMT -5
.:Drim:.
Ahh here they come... she breathed the words as her gaze fastened on three kits that had come into the clearing. Watching them she decided to take the two that were standing close together. Peering closely at the grey tabby she realized the kit was blind. Perfect! Crouching low to the ground she circled around until she was behind the group. She had no interest in the black cat...yet. He looked stubborn and most likely to be difficult. A low growl errupted from Drim's chest but she did not reveal herself yet. The growl grew until it shook the very earth she was standing on. She waited for the panic that was sure to come. Her orbs glittered.
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The tom beside her stopped forcing her to stop as well. Hauntedkit stood next to him and asked him what was wrong through their unique language. She was mid-question when she felt the dirt beneath her paws shake but she couldnt pinpoint the source or even what it was. Motioning to Mottledkit that she heard somehting but to act as if they didnt Hauntedkit slipped into her spirit world for a few moments. Looking around she "saw" a rather large soul, too large for a cat or even a badger. Reentering her body she swivled her auds to catch any movements from behind her. She could not do anything at the moment for she realized just what it was they were up against. A wolf. If she kept her senses alert she might be able to save herself and her groupmates. The shaking grew stronger and the other kits finally noticed it as well. Feigning alarm as well Hauntedkit stepped closer to Mottledkit.
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Post by Cheetah on Mar 18, 2008 19:49:07 GMT -5
Blackkit saw the strange black shadow move, not toward him but away, showing no interest in the small black tom. 'Thank you, SilverClan.' he breathed lightly, trying not to alert the beast. Crouching slightly, he prepared to make a run to find the other kits, and dash back to camp.
In the sky, still not night but twilight, everything visible clearly except the long shadows stretching across the clearing, the black wolf moved forward. Please go away! Flicking his tail, all his anger gone, he padded out of the small hole in the bush he had found. Turning back to the wolf, he saw two small cats directly in front of the beast. He recornized his littermates and groupmates, Hauntedkit and Molttedkit. One blind, the other deaf and mute. Part of him swished into a crouch, ready to fight for his siblings, but the rational, and also more selfish part forced him to stay. What use will it be if we all die? Blackkit slowly crouched forward. I will save the others. There are six of them, and only two in his group. As long as the seven of them will get out alive, they can make Silvergrace send a rescue party. He crouched in a running position, ready to dash off at the right moment.
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Post by yami-chan on Mar 21, 2008 16:05:43 GMT -5
The ground beneath him shifted, it vibrated and shook his bones to dust sending his thoughts into a haze. Something was here, a presence that echoed evil and death; dim auds followed the growing shadow that danced beneath his body to find a large beast armed with cannies.
Now your body starts to pulse, you shift further from the world as all warm touches turn to ice; no longer could he feel Hauntedkit's soft pelt, only the need to protect and eliminate. Barring his fangs, a fiery reflection shimmering with great intensity, something was changing within him.
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Post by Dragon on Mar 21, 2008 23:05:29 GMT -5
.:Drim:.
Crouching low in a hunters crouch Drim pushed through the foliage to reveal herself. These newborns were no match for her strength. "Why hello there." her voice dripped with fake friendliness and warmth. Her body trembled slightly in apprehension but she held back. Circling the three kits she came to face them and her lithe form rippled with powerful muscles. Canines bared she assessed the situation. Something was happening with the blind ones companion and the black one seemed to be trying to put up a fight. A small chuckle escaped past her lips. Then she attacked. Putting all her weight on her haunches she launched herself into the air. She landed perfectly inbetween all three kits. Snatching up what she thought was the blind one she swept her tail over the black one knocking him down. On her way out of the clearing she grabbed the black one as well. More leverage. she thought to herself. What she didnt know is that she had picked up the blind one friend instead of the blind cat. But Drim was far away by now and almost to the camp for her long legs ate the ground like the wind.
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Hauntedkit felt the wolfs landing more than she felt it. Mottledkits pelt was suddently not there and she hear Blackkit fall to the ground. Helpless Hauntedkit could do nothing as in the blink of an eye her littermates were gone. A bird call overhead snapped her attention. Her mind raced. She had to get back to camp. Wheeling she followed their scents back to camp.
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Post by Cheetah on Mar 22, 2008 13:12:53 GMT -5
Blackkit trashed helplessly in the giant creature's maw, all his attempts helpless. "Help me!"- he wailed quietly, wondering if anyone was there to hear him. Suddenly the beast released him, making the small black tom fall to the ground with a loud thump. Staring at the ground in shock, he saw blood seep from his leg. Trying to stand up, he winced in pain, knowing he would not be able to run or even walk very far. Turning around, he waited for the wolf's next move, which wasn't directed at him. With shock, he watched his siblings' capture, waiting for the creature to pick him up or for someone to find them.
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Post by yami-chan on Mar 30, 2008 8:24:06 GMT -5
He had felt the weight of the giant creature, he had felt their pelts making contact, but something was a miss; strong maws had buried canines into his neck fur instantly making him airborne. Watching now as his legs dangled out in front of him, the wind slashing at his face and bringing tears into his eyes; he had been captured by mistake. The realization of this doused the fire that licked his dim audits, the knowledge of his capture being a mistake when the beast had clearly been targeting Hauntedkit.
Packing the spark that had formed within him into a safe place ready to be brought back to life if he needed it, but right now he needed this thing to think that it had gotten what it came for. Loosening his muscles, relaxing his taught pelt, Molttedkit created the illusion of unconsciousness.
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Post by Dragon on Mar 30, 2008 21:25:38 GMT -5
.:Drim:.
As she left the clearing she wedged her paws underneath the black kit and lifted him onto her back, all while keeping up her running. hopefully the kit would have enough sense to hold on or he would get a few more injuries to add to his collection. She growled at him to hold on but she knew he wouldnt understand her, she was speaking Dire not the forest cats language. Thankfully the kit in her jaws seemed to have gone unconscious. Drims muscles bunched and stretched as she made her way back towards her camp. When she got back she saw Riker had already returned with his catch. The leader deposited her two captives in with the other mewing fluffball and spoke to Riker in her language.
ooc- I will RP Drim dropping them at the prison and they will be stationed there from now on and I will add there names to those captured
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