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Post by Fawn on Nov 3, 2012 14:38:24 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;][STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Frogpaw-Header.jpg);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;] YOU ONLY GOT ONE LIFE TO LEAD[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]SO DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED THE LITTLE THINGS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #99FF99; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;] Blackwolf:As though just now noticing him, Blackwolf drew mismatched eyes upon the shadowy young tom who'd been sitting there the whole time. At first his face betrayed nothing as he listened to Darkpaw's words, but when the apprentice gradually came to a close with his obvious attempt at flattering him to comply - even mentioning his apprentice, how nice - Blackwolf let out a bark of a laugh, loud, short and with an obvious note of cynicism. "I've got nothing to prove, I don't need the eyes of Boneshadow and Ravenstar on me - they know a good warrior when they see one." Blackwolf rubbed a paw over his face, brushing aside a remnant or two of mud from where he'd caught the crow. "And you," he flicked his tail at Darkpaw, his eyes gleaming with something that was't warmth. "Try that tactic on someone who hasn't heard it before. You think you're the first cat who's ever tried to adulate me? Mentioning Clawpaw wasn't bad." The self-satisfied snort that Blackwolf wasn't very promising for the two young apprentices, and Frogpaw, who'd successfully recovered from Blackwolf's up-close-and-personal lecture from before, tried to back up Darkpaw. Frogpaw:"You can at least show us where you caught it, there could've been a whole nest of owlets or something nearby," Blurted Frogpaw, the pretty marbled she-cat meeting his bi-color gaze evenly. "Besides, what do you have to lose?" Besides time. Why are we doing this again? Owls are rare enough...Well, it's not like you'll get the chance to hang out with Blackwolf otherwise.The jet black warrior didn't look particularly swayed, so Frogpaw, turning pink and stealing a glance at Darkpaw - he'd better not say anything about this later! - cleared her throat and tried a different, ah, more heartfelt approach. "Okay look, we probably aren't going to find much out there - but you know what? That's fine." Mewed Frogpaw, trying to keep her voice even and her gaze unwavering upon Blackwolf's dark face. "Maybe we just want to spend time with you - but if you're too busy not having your praises sung to StarClan, then fine. We have possums and ducks to catch, y'know."If there was one thing that worked better than empty flattery, it was actual sincerity, and Blackwolf possessed a certain amount of awareness when it came to telling the difference between the two. His eyes narrowed, and he stared at Frogpaw unblinking for several seconds, body still as though he had to filter through her words in search of falsehood before responding. At last the black warrior let out a snort. "C'mon," he mewed, burying the crow. "I'll show you where I caught it, but if you two get in my way -" he was sure to glance at both Frogpaw and Darkpaw "you're on your own." With a single flick of his ebony tail, the warrior set off at an even trot in the direction of the Pine Forest, whereas Frogpaw flushed from her feet to her ear tips, her face burning. Why of all things, did THAT have to work? Why hadn't he just said yes earlier? Afraid Darkpaw had probably guessed the truth by now, Frogpaw avoided his gaze, pretending she needed to lick down the fur on her chest rather than meet his eyes. [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style] |
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Post by Insidious on Nov 8, 2012 21:12:02 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 402px; background-color: #121212; border-radius: 30 30 30 30px;] [STYLE=width: 360px; margin: 20 21 0 21px; height: 140px; border-radius: 30 30 0 0px; background-color: #303030; border-left: 2px solid #330000;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 30 0 0 0px; border: 10px solid #000000; margin: 10 10 10 10px; background-image: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/4t7fdj.jpg); float: left;] [/style] [STYLE= width: 215px; float: right; margin: 35px 5px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 24px; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; color: #8B8989; text-shadow: #330000 -3px -4px 2px;] Darkpaw; Nightclan Apprentice of Eight Moons.[/style][/style][STYLE= width: 344px; margin: 15px 21 0 21px; background-color: #303030; padding: 7 7 6 9px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; font-family: Verdana; color: #8B8989; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]Darkpaw's heart rate flared upon Blackwolf's capability of simply brushing aside his – perhaps greatest – flattery attempt yet. The black warrior seemed completely unfazed, this being something Darkpaw was far from used to. Sure, he didn't expect his word choice to always gain him the upper hand... but in front of Frogpaw, it would have been nice. Darkpaw released a mildly agitated sigh, assuring its volume remain nearly soundless as to not prick fiery within Blackwolf. He cast a silvery gaze at the ground, disappointment not beaming from him, but still present as it crawled unpleasantly beneath his skin.
You could say his hope in the situation was entirely drained after Blackwolf's response, though his expression would hint nothing of it. The young tom averted his rounded eyes back toward the large feline, only for them to forcefully redirect in Frogpaw's direction as the she-cat's alluring voice was detected. Darkpaw listened attentively to each word she stated. Her approach was far more impressive than her previous attempt in which insults were being shoved down the warrior's throat. Briefly, a glaze of admiration twinkled in the depths of his charming eyes. But as Blackwolf snorted, a reality check knocked Darkpaw's brain back to reality.
Rising upon all fours', Darkpaw met Blackwolf's mismatched eyes directly as he addressed the duo about 'getting in his way'. Darkpaw forced a smile, his obsidian head craning upward only to dip in the form of a challenge-accepted nod. Only once Blackwolf completely twisted his body to a point his eyes were no longer upon him... did the young tom dare fix a look of distaste upon the warrior. Turning toward Frogpaw, it became increasingly obvious the she-cat was avoiding eye contact, distracting herself with a task of grooming before setting off after Blackwolf. Darkpaw narrowed his light gray eyes, the need to yell his disapproval about this 'crush' all the way to Starclan.
But of course not, Darkpaw was incapable of showing genuine feelings. Of all cats in Nightclan, his competition just had to be Blackwolf. Maybe eventually he'd be able to get Frogpaw to see there was more to him than charming words and flirtatious gestures. But as of now, what you see was what you got with the ebony apprentice as he briskly padded off after Blackwolf to listen with mild interest about where he had caught the owl. For now, he'd simply sit back and enjoy if able to do so. It wasn't like his masterful plan involved showing up Blackwolf's walking with his own elegant trot. If he found an opportunity to demolish every ounce of Frogpaw's liking Blackwolf, he'd take it. And because of this wondrous thought blooming within the young tom's mind, he found himself planting an alarmingly observant eye upon the obsidian warrior as he followed close behind. [/style] [STYLE=width: 350px; margin: 15 21 20 21px; background-color: #303030; color: #8B8989; border-radius: 0 0 30 30px; padding: 5 4 10 6px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; text-align: center; height: 25px; overflow: auto;]† Tags † Words † Thoughts † [/style] |
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Post by Fawn on Nov 10, 2012 0:24:54 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;][STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Frogpaw-Header.jpg);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;] YOU ONLY GOT ONE LIFE TO LEAD[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]SO DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED THE LITTLE THINGS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #99FF99; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;] The pretty marbled she-cat was grateful when Darkpaw didn't say anything about her treatment of Blackwolf, the apprentice padding alongside her denmate rather than trialing after Blackwolf like a lovesick fool. Even if she wanted to be a little closer to the brawny warrior, Frogpaw knew better than to act like that. Wasn't she one of the NightClan cats who made fun of those silly she-cats that padded after cats like Darkpaw and Blackwolf because they were so hopelessly infatuated? She'd sworn never to be like those cats, to be superior, to rise above the hype... And yet... Stealing a glance at her companion, Frogpaw's ears flicked and she gave his shoulder a playful nudge with her own. "So we aren't really going to catch an owl - maybe we should look for an actual possum once grumpyfur over there is done showing around?" Her words came out low, almsot whispered as Frogpaw was all too aware of Blackwolf's very sharp hearing. They came out a playful trill, Frogpaw wanting to put her affection for Blackwolf behind her in favor of spending more time with her friends, not doting on some warrior who didn't think very highly of her. Oh but he was just so hands- No. Not going there.Frogpaw's cool demeanor was cracked just slightly whenever Blackwolf would glance over his shoulder, her eyes immediately averting, determined to not come in contact with his own, the she-cat inwardly worried he'd be able to guess her every thought and motive. "Here - right up there, you see that hole? It's where it lived." Yanked out of her thoughts by the warrior's gruff dialog, Frogpaw's eyes grew rounded with curiosity, her head tilting back to look where Blackwolf was gesturing with his tail. Whoa. That hole was pretty far up there! Her eyes following the bark down to ground level, the fur along the she-cat's shoulders and back raised slightly. Yeah there was no way on earth she was ever going to live so far off the ground. No. Way.[/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style] |
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Post by Insidious on Nov 10, 2012 1:10:57 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 402px; background-color: #121212; border-radius: 30 30 30 30px;] [STYLE=width: 360px; margin: 20 21 0 21px; height: 140px; border-radius: 30 30 0 0px; background-color: #303030; border-left: 2px solid #330000;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 30 0 0 0px; border: 10px solid #000000; margin: 10 10 10 10px; background-image: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/4t7fdj.jpg); float: left;] [/style] [STYLE= width: 215px; float: right; margin: 35px 5px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 24px; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; color: #8B8989; text-shadow: #330000 -3px -4px 2px;] Darkpaw; Nightclan Apprentice of Eight Moons.[/style][/style][STYLE= width: 344px; margin: 15px 21 0 21px; background-color: #303030; padding: 7 7 6 9px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; font-family: Verdana; color: #8B8989; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]Darkpaw -
Darkpaw's attention was on the air directly in front of his face more than anything. Blackwolf's shoulder checks were hardly acknowledged by the young tom, in fact, Frogpaw's light nudge against the obsidian tom's shoulder just barely was enough to get the apprentice to turn toward the pretty she-cat and pay attention to the words she spoke in a quiet, muffled manner. At the mention of this so called 'grumpyfur', Darkpaw spared a side glance toward the large warrior. Frogpaw wasn't fooling anyone by calling him names. Darkpaw's left ear gave an irritated flick before he returned his silvery gaze to Frogpaw. “Maybe so,” The ebony tom began, forcing himself to crack a half grin regardless of how un-smiley his current mood truly was. “The possums of these forests won't stand a chance against our remarkable skills combined.” Darkpaw stated confidently, his thinly furred tail affectionately swishing across Frogpaw's flank before he averted his gaze toward Blackwolf. That was perhaps the closest thing to an actual hint you'd get from Darkpaw.
As the Nightclan warrior gestured into the extents of a tree, Darkpaw's gaze followed. For a moment, he found himself being somewhat impressed. Blackwolf had gotten lucky, that's for sure. Perhaps, he had just been in the right place at the right time in order to catch the owl upon its flight? Whatever it was, Darkpaw had a mild sensation of envy twisting his stomach into knots. If he was able to catch an owl, or have the same remarkable luck of Blackwolf... then he could be the one showing Frogpaw just how incredibly admirable the catch had been. But, that didn't happen every day in the world of an apprentice. Maybe, once Darkpaw was a warrior, then he could match up to Blackwolf in Frogpaw's lovely amber eyes.
Komodo -
The whirling in his stomach wasn't from excitement or anxiety, but instead a burning fiery of hunger that Komodo had recently been unable to satisfy. The large Rogue was just so... starved. His pale yellow eyes were ever so slightly impaired by the constant blur of a surreal scenario where he was able to puncture the tender flesh of anything. Due to the crazed thoughts of hunger irritating Komodo's mind set, he found himself paying little attention to which direction his paw steps advanced. All the Rogue knew was that something made of meat was close, and no matter what it was, he'd do everything in his power to assure there was some food in his system.
The fragrance was clearly one belonging to Nightclan. The smell was revolting in his nostrils; Komodo had never favored the landscapes of Nightclan, or its ordinary aroma. But, his black fur was of good use in the dark environment. Komodo paused behind an enclosure of foliage, his large ears pulling forward as a deeply toned voice was detected. The tom's pale yellow irises focused upon the large, obsidian body of what appeared to be a fellow feline. Was it – ? Komodo didn't snowball the thought any further for he was able to answer his own question immediately. He would recognize those mismatched eyes anywhere. A few moons ago, Komodo had encountered the one known as Blackwolf and exchanged harsh insults with the agitating tom. The Rogue's pink tongue smoothly outlined his upper jaw. Oh, how he'd enjoy making a meal out of that ignorant clan cat, regardless of how carnivorous the course of action was.
Komodo was moments away from striking, excitement welling up inside due to how close he was to a piece of fresh meat. But, he found himself pausing as two more bodies were caught through the corner of his eye. Apprentices, perhaps? It was likely, due to the size difference they had when compared to Blackwolf. Komodo found himself faced with a difficult decision. Go after Blackwolf himself? Or, make him witness the death of a Nightclan apprentice? It wasn't long before he decided he'd much rather tug at the warrior's heart strings than simply end his life if capable of doing so.
Swinging his large haunches to-and-fro, the Rogue sprung from the foliage like a threatened snake. Immediately, his large paws progressed the few tail-lengths in the direction of the marble furred she-cat; jaws opened wide in preparation to sink his toothy fangs into her thin coat of fur. Soon, the hunger he once felt was entirely concurred by what could be labeled as adrenaline as the large obsidian Rogue eagerly glided toward the apprentice. [/style] [STYLE=width: 350px; margin: 15 21 20 21px; background-color: #303030; color: #8B8989; border-radius: 0 0 30 30px; padding: 5 4 10 6px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; text-align: center; height: 25px; overflow: auto;]† Tags † Words † Thoughts † [/style] |
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Post by Fawn on Nov 10, 2012 1:29:13 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;][STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Frogpaw-Header.jpg);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;] YOU ONLY GOT ONE LIFE TO LEAD[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]SO DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED THE LITTLE THINGS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #99FF99; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;] What had started as an afternoon where the worst she had to worry about was whether or not her best friend could sense her affection for Blackwolf, had quickly turned into a life or death situation. Frogpaw yowled in surprise as she felt teeth graze against her marbled left flank, her body reacting on instinct and springing away, her frantic gaze settling on a monster of a rogue that had very nearly torn a chunk right out of her side. Before she could react further, however, Blackwolf had struck like a lightning bolt, the obsidian warrior being the literal driving force that had prevented the rogue from chomping down on her. Sounds of Blackwolf's snarling filled the air around them, Frogpaw shivering with horror, her thin fur fluffed out as she unconsciously backed up, bumping into Darkpaw. The NightClan warrior flung the rogue away from the apprentices with a mighty heave, his aggressive, guttural growling worthy of a TigerClan warrior, his tail lashing, ears flattened, nostrils flared with an expression described as nothing short of an animal's ferocity. "What do you think you're doing here, wretch?" he seethed, hackles raised, his position in between the rogue and the apprentices, Frogpaw left looking past the warrior to stare into the predatory eyes of her attacker. A few hints of her training had the she-cat trying to act brave, but Komodo's sudden, out-of-the-blue attack had rattled her nerves. Why hadn't she smelled him? Why hadn't she been more aware? He could've...he could've killed her, and for no reason! [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style] |
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Post by Insidious on Nov 10, 2012 1:52:41 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 402px; background-color: #121212; border-radius: 30 30 30 30px;] [STYLE=width: 360px; margin: 20 21 0 21px; height: 140px; border-radius: 30 30 0 0px; background-color: #303030; border-left: 2px solid #330000;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 30 0 0 0px; border: 10px solid #000000; margin: 10 10 10 10px; background-image: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/4t7fdj.jpg); float: left;] [/style] [STYLE= width: 215px; float: right; margin: 35px 5px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 24px; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; color: #8B8989; text-shadow: #330000 -3px -4px 2px;] Darkpaw; Nightclan Apprentice of Eight Moons.[/style][/style][STYLE= width: 344px; margin: 15px 21 0 21px; background-color: #303030; padding: 7 7 6 9px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; font-family: Verdana; color: #8B8989; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]Darkpaw -
The tom's eyes were upon the tree where the owl lived, and nothing else. This was his first mistake. The yelp of both pain and surprise that erupted from Frogpaw's mouth immediately caused Darkpaw's neck to snap in her direction. The obsidian apprentice barely had enough time to accustom to what had just happened, for Blackwolf intercepted a fiery strike from the crazed Rogue and sent Komodo flinging a tail-length or so away from Frogpaw and himself.
“What do you think you're doing here, wrench?” Blackwolf's words came out in the form of a harsh, shrill hiss. A clear challenge to Komodo whom was glaring up at the Nightclan warrior with obvious distaste. Darkpaw – finally beginning to unfreeze – placed himself in front of Frogpaw out of the protection instincts he had for the pretty she-cat. His thin tail of black fur was flicking to-and-fro rapidly, his silver eyes confining behind ebony eyelids as he stared down the Rogue beginning to rise to his feet. Sure, he was giving away his affections for Frogpaw quite openly by willingly placing himself in front of her. But as of now, that was the last thing on his mind and he was too focused to realize what his choice in action could very well be hinting toward for the fear struck she-cat now standing closely behind him.
Komodo -
The impact of Blackwolf's body against his own was menacing and forceful as the Rogue flung backward, a harsh thud echoing through the air as Komodo's body collided with the firm ground. Due to the adrenaline still pumping, the pain was hardly acknowledged as Komodo instantaneously raised his obsidian furred head from the ground; small trickles of blood staining behind his left ear. The Rogue was wide-eyed, meeting Blackwolf's angered stare directly as the Nightclan tom hissed a clear demand into Komodo's booming eardrums. A devilish laugh oozed from Komodo's throat as he slowly rose to his feet, tail lashing vigorously as he peered directly toward Blackwolf with hatred flaming in his pale eyes. “It's not very nice to disturb a cat on its hunt,” Komodo spat, clearly infuriated that Blackwolf had ruined his plan.
Komodo glanced over Blackwolf's shoulder toward Frogpaw and Darkpaw, briefly examining the small patch of fur he was able to grasp from Frogpaw's flank before Blackwolf had intruded. He offered a menacing smirk to the she-cat, large ears folding against his skull as his attention returned to Blackwolf. “Aren't you hero of the day, eh Blackwolf? Little kitty over there sure looked tasty.” He paused, his sharp glare turning toward the fear struck eyes of Frogpaw. “You've got a little scrape on your flank there, young one. A little... blood.”
His thoughts immediately turned cruel as the word blood slipped off his flesh-craving tongue. Komodo didn't even acknowledge Blackwolf as he forcefully attempted to plow the large warrior out of his way so he could once again strike at Frogpaw. But, Komodo was too engulfed in his Frogpaw hunt to realize another was standing between the one he desired. His large black paw managed a horrid strike at Darkpaw, the blow so immensely backed up by severe starvation that it was likely enough to dislocate a bone in the young tom. Komodo separated his lethal jaws, aiming to grip his teeth into the exposed neck of Darkpaw due to the apprentice now being sprawled upon the ground from the threatening blow he had just moments before consumed. [/style] [STYLE=width: 350px; margin: 15 21 20 21px; background-color: #303030; color: #8B8989; border-radius: 0 0 30 30px; padding: 5 4 10 6px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; text-align: center; height: 25px; overflow: auto;]† Tags † Words † Thoughts † [/style] |
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Post by Fawn on Nov 10, 2012 2:23:38 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;][STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Frogpaw-Header.jpg);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;] YOU ONLY GOT ONE LIFE TO LEAD[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]SO DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED THE LITTLE THINGS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #99FF99; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;] Frogpaw:"Darkpaw what are you-" There was no mistaking the surprise in Frogpaw's voice, the lithe black body placed protectively in front of her belonging to Darkpaw. Startled by the tom's sudden bold action, Frogpaw's heart panged with fear and admiration for him, envious of the fact that he didn't feel like running away, mewling like a kit just like she did, and so very fearful that he was going to get hurt protecting her. Just about to tell him to move, the she-cat, her fear-stirred adrenaline ignoring the gently bleeding scrape along her flank, was suddenly paralyzed by the hungered stare of Komodo. You've got a little scrape on your flank there, young one. A little... blood.”Frogpaw almost felt like passing out. He hadn't been trying to kill her - he'd been trying to eat her! A wail of pure terror left the she-cat's tawny maw as the rogue lunged straight for her, a craving for feline flesh and the blood that coursed, terror-stricken through her veins. Blackwolf:There was no such creature he hated more than the black cat standing before him. There was nothing so abbhorant as a beast that would stoop so low as to acquire a taste for feline flesh, no monster quite as monstrous as he who dared to eat his Clan-mates. To a cat for whom loyalty was a way of life, not a personality trait, the all-consuming ire he felt in the whole of his being frothed and churned it's way to the surface in seconds. Komodo making a break for the apprentices - that was all he needed. The only thing he would need that would justify, in Blackwolf's mind, the extremeness of his actions. Roaring like a mad-beast, Blackwolf sank his teeth into Komodo's body, slamming into him like a freight-train to bowl the feral creature over, the adrenaline-consumed warrior ignorant to the scratching and biting done by Komodo in response. He was too busy gouging his fangs into Komodo's throat, instinct and pure unadulterated hatred driving each life-taking tooth into Komodo's most vulnerable part of his body. Unknown to Blackwolf, Frogpaw had, her whole body trembling with horror, crouched over the fallen Darkpaw, her ears folded back, a hiss shoved past a shaking maw in her best efforts to be brave. This time she hadn't needed to protect herself, this time Darkpaw's life had nearly been robbed from him, and the terrified NightClan apprentice wasn't about to let Komodo get a second try. Even if Darkpaw's original intention had been to protect her, Frogpaw had never been a very good damsel in distress. Not when she had a sword of her own. Voice hoarse from the blood-curdling snarling and roaring he'd done, Blackwolf actually didn't have to raise it too loud to be heard - these were words for Komodo and Komodo alone. He'd torn the rogue's throat open, the cat's blood soaking into the ground not at all unlike the flooded territory belonging to RainClan, though a much more macabre reenactment. "Give Tigerstar a big kiss for me, you sick piece of filth."The seething, ragged looking warrior did not wait to watch Komodo take his last few strangled breaths. No cat, not even a Clan leader could have recovered from a wound like that; instead, the NightClan cat's attention was drawn completely to the shivering, battered apprentices. [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style] |
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Post by Insidious on Nov 10, 2012 11:49:33 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 402px; background-color: #121212; border-radius: 30 30 30 30px;] [STYLE=width: 360px; margin: 20 21 0 21px; height: 140px; border-radius: 30 30 0 0px; background-color: #303030; border-left: 2px solid #330000;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 30 0 0 0px; border: 10px solid #000000; margin: 10 10 10 10px; background-image: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/4t7fdj.jpg); float: left;] [/style] [STYLE= width: 215px; float: right; margin: 35px 5px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 24px; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; color: #8B8989; text-shadow: #330000 -3px -4px 2px;] Darkpaw; Nightclan Apprentice of Eight Moons.[/style][/style][STYLE= width: 344px; margin: 15px 21 0 21px; background-color: #303030; padding: 7 7 6 9px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; font-family: Verdana; color: #8B8989; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]Komodo -
The ferocity within the toothy grasp that plunged into the back of Komodo's neck was both painful and alarmingly thrilling. The rush of thriving energy Komodo had toward all of this brutal attacking was increasing the need he felt to sink his fangs into the flesh of one of those two apprentices; one of which now bundled on the terrain in pure agony.
Komodo's thoughts were disturbed by a violent collision with the terrain, Blackwolf now towering above the seemingly heartless Rogue as his throat was torn out vigorously by the very drive powering the Nightclan warrior's strength and urgency to end Komodo's life. The obsidian Rogue's paws frantically scraped at whichever body part of Blackwolf's he was able to grasp, but his utmost attempts of escape proved futile as it became apparent Blackwolf wasn't going to be finished until Komodo was dead. The rush of blood oozing from Komodo's torn neck was slowly decreasing the movement of his flailing legs. Blackwolf, at last, had finished his messy job. The words spat by the large Nightclan warrior were hardly acknowledged, for Komodo's dulling yellow eyes were firm on the slender figure of Frogpaw now crouching over her injured companion. The Rogue wanted to speak, to voice his happiness to how the trio of Nightclan cats – though all alive – didn't get to leave today completely unharmed.
It wasn't in Komodo's greatest joy to spend his last moments with the same churning hunger in his stomach. But as he began to choke on the blood swelling in his reddened jaw, the horrid feeling he so desperately desired to end finally was growing subtle. Eyelids falling shut, Komodo gasped his last breath of clean air before the entire, ethereal world once in his vision had turned black.
Darkpaw -
The force of Komodo's hunger-driven paw was lightning fast upon impact with Darkpaw's body, enough so, he could hardly comprehend a counter action in the amount of time given before the obsidian furred apprentice was on the ground with a throbbing pain in his back, left limb. A grunt of displeasure departed from his small jaws through clenched teeth, enduring the throbbing sting in his leg as best he could with forcefully shut eyelids and stiffened muscles.
The sound of ruthless cries was pounding in Darkpaw's eardrums, though, he currently wasn't able to avert his silvery gaze upon the scenario unfolding. All he could predict without the usage of his sight was that a feline – identified as Frogpaw through the usage of his sense of smell – was now crouching over him with light hisses escaping her jaw toward the pinned Komodo slowly dieing in the grip of Blackwolf's menacing rows of teeth.
“Give Tigerstar a big kiss for me, you sick piece of filth.” At these words, Darkpaw managed to flutter open his black eyelids and just barely turn his head at a side angle to glance at the almighty warrior towering before a lifeless cat. As Blackwolf turned toward both Darkpaw and Frogpaw, the obsidian apprentice attempted to rise to his feet. He managed to place his two front paws firmly on the ground, but once his back, left limb was even placed on a blades width of grass... a surging pain shot through his leg like fire. A soft whimper followed by the flattening of his small ears had Darkpaw returning to his position on the ground as to not receive any more shoots of pain other than what was necessary with a broken leg.
Darkpaw's light gray eyes met Blackwolf's own mismatches ones directly. In a way, he expected the warrior to be most displeased he had gotten injured. For some reason, expecting he would think lowly of Darkpaw simply because he had been struck by the force of Komodo's paw and now lay limply on the terrain with a wound. The young tom didn't want to know the expression laced across Frogpaw's face, and for that very purpose, he didn't glance toward the pretty she-cat. Instead, releasing a grunt of displeasure as he dragged himself to his feet, this time, not daring to place his broken leg anywhere near the ground. [/style] [STYLE=width: 350px; margin: 15 21 20 21px; background-color: #303030; color: #8B8989; border-radius: 0 0 30 30px; padding: 5 4 10 6px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; text-align: center; height: 25px; overflow: auto;]† Tags † Words † Thoughts † [/style] |
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Post by Fawn on Nov 10, 2012 18:34:55 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;][STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Frogpaw-Header.jpg);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;] YOU ONLY GOT ONE LIFE TO LEAD[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]SO DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED THE LITTLE THINGS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #99FF99; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;] "Here, lean on my shoulder," Frogpaw urged, the she-cat determined to not let Darkpaw just suffer in silence and alone. He'd taken a hit for her, he had tried to protect her - and it had nearly cost him his life. Helping the lithe jet black tom back to camp was a weak attempt at repaying him for his bravery, but it was all she could do for the moment. Oh Darkpaw. Gritting her teeth and holding back hot tears, Frogpaw once again urged him to lean his weight against her. She could support him, she had to. Though Blackwolf possibly would've offered to carry the apprentice back to camp, Frogpaw had known Darkpaw long enough to know that his pride would not handle being carried back like a kit. Brave NightClanners weren't carried, they were aided instead. Contrary to Darkpaw's assumptions, Blackwolf was hardly thinking along those lines at all. To be quite clear, his claws were still unsheathed, the needle-like points digging into the earth, and he still appeared, for all the world to see, a cat in the midst of the battlefield, Komodo's blood slicking the fur along his muzzle, throat and chest, followed by a pungent, irony tang. It was a few seconds later that the warrior managed to clear his blood-fogged brain to see the situation before him. Two petrified apprentices, one with what was probably a dislocated leg, the other with a bleeding scratch or scrape or whatever it was. Well at least they're not dead.As if expecting their tormentor to rise up behind him and take a bite out of his haunches, Blackwolf cast a sickened glare over his shoulder, then, in the ultimate sign of disrespect, kicked dirt over the body. He'd come back and dump it in the river later, he didn't want the stench of rotting cat-flesh to fill up the forest he loved. "Let's go you two. We need to report this to Boneshadow and Ravenstar." mewed the bloody warrior, a few tufts of hair had been pulled out along his shoulders where Komodo had nearly clawed him down to the bone, but he wasn't complaining. Frogpaw gave a faint ear-flick of acknowledgement, her eyes locked on Darkpaw. When the shock had finally faded, there would be more than enough opportunity for her to thank Blackwolf for saving their lives, but right now - getting Darkpaw to their Medicine Cat was at the top of her list, and nothing else was going to distract her from her task. [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style] |
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Post by Insidious on Nov 11, 2012 0:48:59 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 402px; background-color: #121212; border-radius: 30 30 30 30px;] [STYLE=width: 360px; margin: 20 21 0 21px; height: 140px; border-radius: 30 30 0 0px; background-color: #303030; border-left: 2px solid #330000;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 30 0 0 0px; border: 10px solid #000000; margin: 10 10 10 10px; background-image: url(http://i45.tinypic.com/4t7fdj.jpg); float: left;] [/style] [STYLE= width: 215px; float: right; margin: 35px 5px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 24px; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; color: #8B8989; text-shadow: #330000 -3px -4px 2px;] Darkpaw; Nightclan Apprentice of Eight Moons.[/style][/style][STYLE= width: 344px; margin: 15px 21 0 21px; background-color: #303030; padding: 7 7 6 9px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; font-family: Verdana; color: #8B8989; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;] At Frogpaw's offer to lean on her shoulder for assistance, Darkpaw graciously accepted, putting her offer into action immediately. As much as the flirtatious side of Darkpaw desired to admit he cared more about being pressed up against the pretty she-cat than simply having less weight applied to his injured limb... the more reasonable side of the obsidian furred apprentice knew it was relieving to not have to face the trek back to Nightclan camp entirely on his own. Darkpaw turned his head toward Frogpaw, his silver eyes searching her expression before landing in the depths of her auburn gaze. “Thanks,” he mewed quietly, offering a reassuring nod before turning his attention to Blackwolf.
Darkpaw too was quite anxious to see what Boneshadow and Ravenstar had to say about this. Surely, they wouldn't be angered that Blackwolf had taken the Rogue's life. After all, the crazed tom had attempted to murder Frogpaw, Darkpaw just so happening to get in the way of it. Although Frogpaw clearly seemed incredibly stressed about Darkpaw having a severe injury due to taking the hit meant for her... Darkpaw was more than happy to take it. If Frogpaw was the one kneeling against him to take weight off an injured leg, Darkpaw would have very well destroyed the already deceased body of Komodo for daring to inflict the wound upon her. He just hoped the situation was mind boggling enough for her that she wouldn't be asking questions like, “Why'd you take the hit?”. In all honesty, Darkpaw didn't have an answer other than the truth itself which he was surely not about to voice aloud.
Awakening from his thoughts, Darkpaw nodded eagerly in response to Blackwolf, slowly beginning to maneuver forward all the while trying to be in sync with Frogpaw's steps as to not lose balance. [/style] [STYLE=width: 350px; margin: 15 21 20 21px; background-color: #303030; color: #8B8989; border-radius: 0 0 30 30px; padding: 5 4 10 6px; border-left: 2px solid #330000; text-align: center; height: 25px; overflow: auto;]† Tags † Words † Thoughts † [/style] |
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Post by Fawn on Nov 11, 2012 4:02:59 GMT -5
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