๔๏llђ๏ยรє (Avery)

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ooc: Avery
muse: high
music: dollhouse (nightcore)

Cloudpaw's slender legs moved in perfect rhythm with his, breaking sync every now and then to shift sideways as she inched closer to him. The closer she got as they walked, the stronger his scent became, and the more clouded her head was. He smelled of pine needles and the wind. Such an exotic scent, so wild and free... She couldn't take it. The small white she-cat let her soft fur tickle his flank and leaned her head lightly against his shoulder, a purr rumbling in her throat as she looked up at him with sweet blue eyes. To her disappointment, he didn't even glance at her, his gaze fixed ahead.

"Hmm? I didn't pin you for one to be shy," she purred, putting a little more pressure into her lean. They emerged into the clearing, the dark sky swirled with stars that shone with the brilliance of their ancestors. It was a new moon, and there was little light to guide them as they padded carefully across the clearing. Birchflame stopped next to the pool in the middle, staring into the dark waters for a few mysterious heartbeats, before he turned to his companion and gave her a suggestive smirk.

"I'm not."

And just like that, she was laying on the ground, the grass soft on her back and his paws placed firmly on either side of her face. She didn't know how they got there. She didn't care. All that she could think about was his scent, deep pine and the wind, flooding into every part of her being, dominating her mind, pushing for more. He lowered his muzzle to her neck as she closed her eyes and exhaled. His breath was hot against her fur. She needed this. She needed this now.

Suddenly, something pricked the skin at her neck. At first, Cloudpaw ignored it, but as it pressed harder, something warm trickled down her skin. She felt him smile into her neck and froze as the realization of just what he was going to do struck her. Terror reached her before his words did.

"Sorry, sweetheart, this is gonna hurt..."

[Avery]

Tags: ⓐⓜⓑⓔⓡ
Muse: Between good and great: LIES IT'S TERRIBLE WITH HER RIGHT NOW-- Sorry, but I seriously haven't rp'd her in such a long time... soooo don't judge, Okay byez
Song choice: Barton Hallow- Civil Wars

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If I had a heart I could love you
If I had a voice I would sing
After the night when I wake up
I'll see what tomorrow brings

 Amber eyes glowed in the moonlight that washed over the strong feline. Her long strides and massive paws swung at a leisurely stride giving her the eerie complexion of a lion. Large ears flickered on her rather masculine shaped head, and she surveyed the land around her. To her surprise her paws had taken her to the Pond of Truce, which she hadn't been to in a long, long time. She disliked other cats, and the high paced Gathering's only made her feel even more out of place. She knew many cats were afraid of her because of how big she actually was; she towered over most female and male feline's. Muscles rippled like water under her dark grey coat, showing the true strength of this warrior of Whisperclan.

 Finally reaching the edge of the lake, she scented the air, wondering if she was the only one out here. Keeping a wary ear, she bent down and quickly took a few sips. The icy water hit her with a blow and she felt her stomach suck itself in by how chilly it was. Satisfying her thirst Owlfeather looked around her, wondering what she was here and so far from her home. Beginning to explore she marveled at how peaceful this place was without the hub bub of Clan cats.


Dangling feet from window frame
Will they ever ever reach the floor?
More, give me more, give me more

Or was it?

Narrowing her eyes on a particularly interesting scene in front of her, she noticed two cats interlocked in what looked like a close embrace. Why would they come here? She thought to herself, only realizing a moment later that they were probably from different Clans, and breaking the Code. A frown creased her features and she picked up a light jog, wanting to break the two lovers up; Probably give them a lecture, and chase them off. The Code was Life.


Crushed and filled with all I found
Underneath and inside
Just to come around

 The stench of Sunsetclan assaulted her nose and she hesitated for a few moments. They were both from the same Clan so what were they doing out here? As she grew closer their feature's began to grow sharper. A young white she-cat with a fiery coloured older tom. Could it be her mentor? What was he doing taking her out here--

War, give me war, give me war

  Suddenly she noticed that the young cat was tense with fright, and the situation just seemed wrong. The older cat was hurting her... Probably trying to kill her. Should I get involved? She asked, but her body answered for her. Pushing herself into a full run, she covered the rest of the distance between her and them. Determination masked her face and her large amber eyes glowed with fury. Tucking her head to her chest she aimed to head butt him off her, just to make sure the she-cat could get away.

If I had
          a voice I would
                                 sing

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ooc: muses <3
muse: great
music: sarcasm (nightcore)

He could taste her blood now-- warm, rich, and sweet. Its pungent scent wafted in through his mouth and snaked around his head, filling it with that sweet fragrance, pulling his mind into a trance. His eyes were wide and his pupils constricted to create a crazed look as his grin widened.

Do it.

Tear her.

Spill her.

Cleanse her.

Paint her.

Now.

He didn't so much feel the impact as he realized it, seeing his world suddenly lurch sideways and away from his prey. A brief moment of fury preceded several moments of pain and confusion as he crashed into the ground and even rolled a good few feet. The instant he came to a stop, he was on his feet, blinking away his dizziness as his vision still spun. When it focused, a rather masculine WhisperClan female stood before him, a completely terrified Cloudpaw stumbling to her feet behind her.

How dare she?

"Th-Thanks," he heard his clanmate stutter before she turned tail and ran, leaving her savior to fend for herself just like that. Birchflame's deep amber eyes followed her until she disappeared into the treeline.

"Are you sure a cat like that was worth saving?" he said, his gaze settling on his new opponent. His handsome face twisted into a smirk.

"You just died for a coward."

[Avery]

Muse: Present
Song: The Catalyst- Linkin Park (we goin' old school)
Ooc: Shortttttt sorrryyyyy. She's not one for words.

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 Golden orbs locked onto the smirking handsome face of the tom in front of her. Taking in his stance, expression and overall confidence Owlfeather's heart burned in rage. She had seen this cat before at past gatherings, when they had been apprentice's but had paid him no heed to him when he began flirting with every she-cat that could walk. She had no use for his kind. He seemed to have taken a darker side since she had last seen him. Large ears flicked as she listened the young cat's thanks, knowing if the battle didn't end the way it should, at least she knew the cat was safe. That's all that mattered to the grey warrior.

"Are you sure a cat like that was worth saving?"

Narrowing her eyes, she mustered as much hate as possible  (for the emotionless cat it was incredibly difficult), and she crinkled her nose into a fearsome snarl. The growl vibrating through her chest and echoing around them. "Yes." She simply answered. Her large thick tail slashed behind her; while the hackles on the back of her neck rose. She knew this type. Her father was the same, wanting only to harm then defend their Cland and do what was right.

"What you were going to do was wrong. Killing another cat is forbidden, let alone a Clanmate. What were you going to do? Say that the young cat was attacked while you gleefully satisfied your thirst for harming things? What you are doing is not only sick, but cowardly. It is against everything the Clan's stand for."

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ooc: psst. in your next post, if she wants to attack him (assuming she says no), that would be splendid. <3
muse: great
music: dollhouse (nightcore)

Hey girl, open the walls, play with your dolls...

Birchflame, surprised at her ferocity, listened to her speak with apparent interest. Killing... forbidden... satisfied...

Sick.

He stared at her.

...We'll be a perfect family.

"...Hear me out, m'dear," he said, examining his claws nonchalantly. One of them had a tuft of white fur caught on it, and by the expression on his face, it must have irritated him to no extent. "The clans' perspective on right and wrong are very different from mine, just as mine are different from yours. Your perspective is different from your mother's, your father's, your best friend's, your worst enemy's. but, let's be honest with ourselves. Who decided on what is right and what is wrong?" After picking out the tuft with his teeth, he spat it out on the ground and strolled slowly forward, his face totally calm. His dark amber orbs had a strange, alluring depth to them as he locked eyes with her. "Call me sick. Call me a coward."

When you walk away...

Something dark and threatening entered his gaze, and he stopped, now only a few tail-lengths away from his opponent. "However, I have no quarrel with naive fools. Take your leave and I will take mine, and speak of this to no one." The cat, no longer Birchflame, was sure that he could take her fairly easily. He had the advantage in possibly every area. However, he was a skilled killer, not a berserker. She hadn't done anything wrong as far as he was concerned, but perhaps letting her go was a bad idea.

Wait until she turns her back?
You are sick.
Then it's decided.

"Unfortunately, if you decline my offer, your life will end here," he warned, or rather, threatened. It was clear that this cat was enjoying himself.

...Is when we really play.

[Avery]

 Tags: ⓐⓜⓑⓔⓡ
Muse: Annoyed
Music: Johnny Jump Up- Gaelic Storm
Ooc: Whelp, there we go. From 800 to 392 -.-* Anyways, enjoy the Irish folk song

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I'll tell you a story that happened to me
One day as I went down to Cork by the sea
The sun it was hot and the day it was warm
Says I a quiet pint wouldn't do me no harm
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Watching his reaction Owlfeather hoped she had struck a chord with the tom. She hated his kind for they preyed on the weak. The one's who would trust him with his oozing charm, only for the Sunsetclanner to turn around and kill them. Her grey tail weaved back and forth behind her, her eyes narrowing as he began his speech. The large feline wasn't interested in hearing his excuses. She had made up her mind, and when she did, she was as stubborn as a mule. No one could sway her. Long black claws slipped in and out into the soft grass, leaving hole marks as they did.

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I went in and I called for a bottle of stout
Says the barman, I'm sorry, all the beer is sold out
Try whiskey or paddy, ten years in the wood
Says I, I'll try cider, I've heard it was good
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"I am. I did. Because that is what you are." 

 Her voice was cold when she spoke. Each word measured and weighed before she let them slip from her lips. When the tom moved closer, her hackles even higher, not liking his tone of voice. She knew she was getting to him, but before she could talk he began again. 

"However, I have no quarrel with naive fools. Take your leave and I will take mine, and speak of this to no one. Unfortunately, if you decline my offer, your life will end here." 

  A small smile broke up hr masculine features. This creature was certainly confident. Her muscles coiled and rolled under her pelt wondering what the chances were that the moment she took her leave the tom would try to kill from behind. She knew they were high, knowing this cat was as slippery as a snake, and with an attitude to match a rat. Owlfeather couldn't trust him. 

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After downing the third I went out to the yard
Where I bumped into Brody, the big civic guard
Come her to me boy, don't you know I'm the law?
Well, I up with me fist and I shattered his jaw
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Nodding her head, she began to move as if to turn around, her position relaxed. She before her left front hit the grass she twisted and rushed at him. Claws open, and aimed for to crush him

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ooc:
muse: high
music: killer (nightcore)

The tom noticed the fire in her eyes dying slowly as the gears turned in her head. Then, with a curt nod and a brisk twirl on her paws, the stupid thing turned her back on him and started off. What a gullible, cowardly creature.

Don't do this. She's done nothing wrong.
Too late. Ah, look-- our chance has come.
No, no, nonononono-
Now.

The cat shot forward, strides rapid and silent as he closed the short distance between them in a heartbeat. His deep amber eyes, now wide and unsteady, were wild with bloodlust but sharp with focus, his surroundings fading into silence as the young warrior anticipated the she-cat's scream. He would drain the light bit by bit from her terrified eyes, relish the feeling of each ligament in her neck tearing between his teeth as her warm blood seeped into his mouth.

Shame he wouldn't be experiencing that pleasure, it seemed, in the near future. A mere bound away from her-- so close-- she suddenly swung around, eyes ablaze as she rushed him all at once. He didn't even have time to slam on the breaks; however, he did have time to falter, resulting in the pair's momentum sending them crashing back his way when they collided. They rolled. They came to a stop. She got lucky and ended up on top of him.

He was the bottom.

This cat didn't particularly fancy it but Birchflame, oh hell no.

Thoughts were there and then gone again, lost in his blind rage-- making it difficult to grab onto a single one, but he managed to snag one, and thank StarClan that it was simple.

Tear.

The tom immediately lashed out with all his might-- which was quite a lot, mind you-- at her face with rapid, relentless blows, hooked claws extended. His ferocious facial assault was complimented by an attack on her belly with his hind legs, hoping to feel her tear in as many places as possible.

[Avery]

Tags: ⓐⓜⓑⓔⓡ
Music: Classical- cause I'm supposed to be studying right now but needed a break from it cause me brain is full
Ooc: I'm a bit rusty in fight scenes -- I shall do me best!

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Thank Starclan for father's training

 Was the only thing her mind thought of when she had turned around and saw that her suspicions were right. The fiery-furred tom had been as slippery as an eel and had tried to attack her from behind the moment her back was turned. Coward. She barely felt the impact when the two collided into one as her large frame gave her an advantage over many cats. For once she was thankful for her freakish sizing, fully aware that the hit probably felt like he had hit a cliff wall at full tilt. What she hadn't been expecting was when they went down, rolling around the lightly snow covered ground, until instincts had kicked in and her training went into hyper drive. Twisting herself she managed to pin him down, using half her weight to keep him there. 

 Suddenly the cat squirmed underneath her and he became one giant mass of teeth and claws. Feeling them sting into her grey pelt she reared back, using her weight to throw herself onto her back, before rolling to her paws. Her face had three lines that she could feel that reached from her right eye to her left jaw, and she knew that her belly would probably be in the same shape. Clearing the anger that pulsed inside her mind she slashed out with her front paws, long black claws glistening in the moonlight as they aimed to connect with anything in front of them. 

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Next moves, you decide what you like;

1) While stunned, turn and do an explosive back hind kick
2) Launch and grab (similar thing, but this time fully prepared to rip him to threads)
3) Catch his shoulder with her left front and do signature "battle blow" (as I call it) where it's forceful enough to knock them off their feet (due to her size and strength, and being built mostly up hill (She's all shoulder's) and then do a scruff shake

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ooc: humm 1.
muse: good
music: sandstorm

A rush of satisfaction came with the feeling of her flesh tearing above his claws. He felt her lurch away from him immediately and was on his feet in a heartbeat, breathing heavily from the effort of his attack. She seemed just as winded as he was, probably just due to her injuries, considering her rather masculine body frame. Not that he had much time to contemplate this. The instant he was stable on his feet, claws were flying for his face, a blur of black and stormy gray that he managed to duck away from at the last second, only to feel her blow land on the base of his ear.

A high-pitched, irritating beeping sound exploded in his head. Freezing, the tom stood in shock for a couple of seconds, his vision blurring. Suddenly, something smacked into his chest and sent him flying backwards.

The resulting impact was worse than the blow itself. Naturally, his spine righted itself and twisted around to land him on his feet, the curse of instinct. When his paws hit the ground, rocks bit into them, leaving a smear of blood as he skidded away from her. His legs threatened to buckle, but he managed to remain upright until he steadied. No time to waste. Without taking so much as a single moment to catch his breath, the tom swept forward immediately, slipping towards her with the speed of a snake as he bunched his muscles to dodge at the last instant, planning to rake his claws down her flank.

[Avery]

Tags: ⓐⓜⓑⓔⓡ
Muse: Goooooddddddiiisshhh?
Music: None
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 A steady heartbeat echoed in her rib cage as she made her moves with practiced ease. Her front claws barely missed his face, and if he hadn't ducked out of the way, she would have caught his entire face. While he was still stunned she had quickly turned and let out a quick, sharp kick. The moment her back paws had connected with his sternum, she had released all of her power and the tom had gone flying. To her disappointment he had landed on his feet, unsteady, but on them nonetheless.

That definitely bothered her.

 She rushed towards him, wanting to finish him with a quick stunning blow, only to find him in front of her. Rearing up in surprise she outstretched her claws in a downward fashion, hoping to catch him. To her complete surprise the tom darted out of her way, and pain quickly exploded in her flank. Snarling in pain she twisted, and launched herself at him. Hoping to wrap herself around his shoulders/neck and take him down. Only to rake her powerful hind claws down his belly.

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ooc:
muse: good
music: none

The lean-muscled tom felt another rush of satisfaction at the successful blow and almost had time to smile before her huge body suddenly slammed into him, pushing the breath from his body instantly. This time, there was no rolling, no fierce struggle; he had exhausted his energy for some time in that last attack, and the strong she-cat had him crushed securely underneath her in an instant. She gave him no time to throw a fit of rage this time. Searing pain shot through his body, blooming outwards from his middle-stomach and sending a shocked panic into his muscles. This was not good. The larger, stronger cat had caught him by surprise and now had him in somewhat of a headlock, his head immobilized, shoulders locked in place; of course, she could snap his neck right there, but he was forced to rely on her sense of honor that she wouldn't kill him unless absolutely necessary.

but god damn it, he sure didn't like it.

Finally deeming the pain unbearable, the fiery warrior grasped at his last resort; letting his forelegs go slack, he managed to gain some space between his upper forelegs and her shoulders. Just enough to hook them around her forelegs and stretch them up to reach her face, claws hovering over her eyes-- or at least, where he thought her eyes should most likely be-- before attempting to set themselves into them. It was a tedious process and the outcome might not be favorable, but for god's sake, he had to do something. Birch flame felt himself being drawn deeper into his mind, the darkness finally overwhelming him as he was forced into complete submission. Feeling something slip past him, climbing up into the light, the shaken warrior closed his eyes and forfeited himself to complete unconsciousness.

He had a feeling that whatever happened next was something that he didn't need to see.

[Avery]

Music: None
Muse: High
Ooc: sorry for the shortness

Her muscles rolled underneath her pelt as she struggled to keep a hold on the tom underneath her. Her hind legs raked themselves through his belly  fur, and she couldn't help but admire how strong she really felt. Those long nights and days of constant running, climbing and fighting were finally paying off. Suddenly she felt the tom go slack and she blinked in surprise. She couldn't have crushed him? Did she cut off his air? Looking down she tried to figure out what was going on, but paused for a moment.

 The Sunsetclan tom's claws flew towards her face and she let out a screech in pain. Scrambling off him she growled while swinging her face to and fro. One large amber eye fixated on him, while the other was closed and seeped with blood. She couldn't believe it. There was no way she'd be able to open the eye, she knew it had been severely punctured. Worry bloomed in her belly for the first time in a battle. A cat had managed to injure her. Shoving the worry to the side she began to move again, this time, trying to keep her one eye on him at all times. Drawing nearer she lashed out with her right claw, hoping to connect with him.

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ooc: Avery look what I found c:
muse: good
music: shatter me (nightstep)

The weight on top of him suddenly disappeared. Springing to his feet, he backpedaled swiftly, blood dripping from his underside in liquid clumps. There was a worrying amount of it, too. A dark trail in the grass followed him, and he stared at it in disbelief for a few moments, a spark of anger flashing in his narrowed eyes. This was Birchflame's fault; if only he'd submitted to defeat earlier, they might have avoided injury completely. How could he always be so careless? The fiery tom raised his gaze, now adopting a blank expression, appearing completely calm. His opponent stood with blood running down her face and seemingly totally winded; a juicy chance, but he himself needed a few seconds' recovery, so he restrained himself.

Surprisingly, she made the first move. Shooting forward, a huge paw flew out at him, using the same technique as before; how foolish. Ducking immediately, he aimed a strong blow at her ankles, hoping to hit her with enough force to knock her off of her feet and pin her down. She was strong, but he was also strong, and without Birchflame's weak influence, he could fight twice as efficiently now.

[Avery]

Tags: ⓐⓜⓑⓔⓡ
Muse: Meh- My brain's fried from finals
Music: .... Mozart Piano...
Words: 151 T-T Apologies for the lack of this post D: Finalss

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Blood oozed into her nose and trailed down her face forcing the cat to misjudge her claw swipe. Her claws slashed at empty air, reaching awkwardly before coming down in a low arch. Leaning heavily to the right she felt something knock her ankles, and she tumbled heavily to the side. Lying, dazed for a few heartbeats she tried to regain the wind that had been knocked from her lungs. Ears flickering she forced her paws underneath herself to stand. She shouldn't have been so careless. She knew she was injured in one eye, and she should've calculated fast enough to realize that having one eyes closed would mess up her depth-perception. She felt slow compared to how fast the fight was moving, and while she got up she looked around widely, wondering where the tom had gone.