Post by Fawn on Nov 26, 2012 0:54:55 GMT -5
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[STYLE= float: left; border: 5px solid #bd3131; width: 183px; height: 382px; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: -50px; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 50 ;-moz-border-radius-topleft: 50; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 50 ;-moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 50; background-image: url(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k258/nuttybuddy5/Warriors/Eagletalon-TableImage_zps8507355b.jpg);][/style][STYLE=font-family: impact; font-size: 32px; text-align: center; margin-center: 0px; color: #bd3131; margin-top: -10px; text-shadow: 2px 0px 2px #000000; text-transform: uppercase;]EAGLETALON![/style][STYLE=width: 266px; height: 352px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; background-color: #FFFFCC; color: #000000; padding: 15px; text-align: justify; border: 5px solid #CC6600; float:right; margin-top: -9px; margin-left: -90px;] The brutish StoneClan cat had hissed, furious when the lynx growled again in Frozenrain's direction, but the creature looked as though it had had enough, and finally turned tail and fled back off into the safety of the mountains. Panting heavily and a little sore in places, Eagletalon turned to face his comrade, the scent of her blood making his nose wrinkle and his stomach turn over. Blood didn't bother him, but hers did. Rather than lecture her on her actions, however - he'd never been good that lecturing business - the warrior instead nodded in agreement. "Let's get out of here, I'll carry the rabbit. How's the leg?" She didn't seem to be in a horrendous amount of pain, but he would prefer it if the possible StoneClan cat leg injuries - Hailstrike, Granitepaw, and now Frozenrain - didn't become a trend. Moving to uncover the hare they had fought so desperately for, Eagletalon scooped up the prey, carrying it by the back of it's neck as he turned around to rejoin Frozenrain. The battlefield they just stepped off of looked...bad. Tufts of fur both his and the lynx's, blood from everyone involved, the flattened snow and wide tracks of the lynx retreating. They were both very lucky they hadn't colored the snow crimson had they encountered a much more experienced lynx. It was likely retreating - as much as he hated that word and action - would've been the only strategic thing to do. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - words: ### tags: whoever // whoever notes: blah blah blah credit: PANDIE of BTN [/style] |