Post by BlooRey DVD on May 31, 2013 20:22:53 GMT -5
[smear:000000]Nightpaw[/smear:6f6f6f]
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Something slashed across his muzzle, tearing the tender skin there open. Blood immediately sprang up, and the LightningClan apprentice tossed his head back with a sharp hiss. Turquoise-yellow eyes blinked rapidly trying to dispel the blinding veil from his vision. For a brief moment, the apprentice wondered if this was what Frostpaw could see from her one eye. But clear thought became a thing of the past the moment the blood from his muzzle trickled down the side of his face and into his mouth.
His tongue recoiled from the sharp tang, his jaws opening wide, before snapping shut with a startling sound, enough to raise the hackles of a watching cat. A half-gurgling, half-growling sound tore itself from his throat, his pupils contracting behind the film of blood that blinded him. A fire seemed to light within his body, burning him from the inside out, throwing him into a frenzy of which he had no control, or recognition of.
A white paw slashed out blindly, Nightpaw judging now only by scent, hearing and feeling. He felt his paw tap Onyxpaw, and didn't hesitate from there. Lunging forward, he aimed from what he thought might be her throat. Teeth buried themselves in fur as his forepaw moved in a sharp, swift blow to her legs, knocking them from beneath her. In moments, the lean, powerful apprentice had the younger, inexperienced she-cat pinned to the ground, a single paw pressed to her throat, claws pricking her skin slightly. His free forepaw, he raised, claws sliding out as he blinked in another attempt to clear his vision. If it didn't clear soon, he wouldn't hesitate.
"I don't need to see you to kill you." He snarled under his breath, barely loud enough for the she-cat at his paws to hear him.
[smear:000000]Broken[/smear:ff6633][smear:ff6633]song[/smear:ffffff]
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The tortoiseshell tabby she-cat had been unable to sleep, so she'd awoken and decided to go for a walk. Someone was bound to have sharp words of disapproval for her when she got back. Going out by herself was something that made many cats of TreeClan nervous, simply because she was unable to call for help should she need it. Normally, Brokensong simply rolled her eyes and pushed away those silly thoughts.
Little did she know, tonight, her muteness would be both a blessing and a curse.
A scuffling noise alerted her as she neared the boarder shared between LightningClan and TreeClan. Blinking with curiosity, she was able to pick up two distinct TreeClan scents. Grayowl and... Onyxpaw. Wondering what the two cats were doing out so late, she decided to follow their scent.
What she stumbled upon horrified her, causing her fur to stand on end, her hazel-green eyes wide in alarm. A black and white tom cat slashed in a manner that was uncontrolled, yet... Oddly precise. Each time his claws hit a mark, he used the knowledge of Onyxpaw's placement to his advantage, finally ending the brawl by pinning her beneath his weight. It was then that Brokensong noticed the blood that had been blocking his vision. Even that did not seem to concern him in the least.
As claws were unsheathed, and the tom's intent became clear, Brokensong shot past Grayowl, having given him a glance of horror, wondering what in the name of StarClan he was doing just watching the fight take place. Her teeth locked around the tom cat's scruff, and with a heavy tug, she miraculously managed to haul the tom off of Onyxpaw's body, forcing him into a roll. She didn't pay much attention to the LightningClan apprentice, hearing his rolling movement stop what she guessed was a few tail-lengths away. As she gazed at Onyxpaw, concern was clear in her eyes.