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Post by .:Shadow:. on Aug 24, 2007 16:40:51 GMT -5
Seska walked through the tree filled territory, her paws silent. She was thankful it was night. Her green eyes flashed as she saw the bushes to her side shake, but it was only a squirrel, quickly shooting up a tree. Be happy I'm not here to hunt. She thought, seeing it clearly in the leaf-less trees. Seska had always hated leaf-bare. It was cold and prey was scares. But the cold didn't seem to both her much. Not tonight. Tonight, she had a job to do. Tonight, she was going to make the first step in Malice Packs complete rule of the forest. She flicked her left ears, making sure Venom was following her. The plan had to go perfectly. There was no room for error.
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Post by Berry™ on Aug 25, 2007 2:39:19 GMT -5
Venom followed Seska, to treeclan. he had never attacked a she cat. His blood rouge eyes narowed in the darkness that engulfed him. I do hope we're not caught, he thought.
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Post by .:Shadow:. on Aug 25, 2007 11:52:49 GMT -5
Seska stopped. She turned and looked a Venom. "Alright." She mewed, her voice a little more cold then usual. "I think this clan patrols along this trail." She looked at him, her green eyes fearless. "Attack me."
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Post by Berry™ on Aug 26, 2007 9:15:41 GMT -5
Venom sighed, and his blood red gaze turned to her. "OK, HERE GOES!" he said loudly. He ripped his claws down her slender body, scratching her and ripping Seska very painfully. he heard his concience object, but this was fr the malice pack... his dark tabby body slipped away as he looked at Seska. "That's done.Now wait. Until treeclan patrol comes. Good Luck, Seska." he whispered, bowed his head, and pelted off hoping to be discreet.
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Post by .:Shadow:. on Aug 26, 2007 19:45:20 GMT -5
Seska held back a yowl of pain as Venoms claws met her flesh, but she stood for as long as she could. Gritting her teeth, Seska could no longer support herself. Her legs buckled under her and she fell over. She raised her head and looked at Venom, a little angery he saw her fall. She nodded her head and murmered, "For Macile Pack." Before she saw him disappear. Her head fell onto her paws as soon as he left her sight. She felt warm blood trickle down her side, and for the first time, she hoped a clan cat would come and find her.
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Post by »West(y) on Aug 27, 2007 22:31:05 GMT -5
~The Next Morning~
Soaringeagle padded threough the silent forest. Many patterens of different shades of green and yellow played across the ground. He sighed, feeling complete tranquility. Suddenly, a farmiliar, but unwelcome smell fillled his nose and he stopped dead. Blood!...Maybe it's just dead prey... But he knew it couldn't be true. The tom followed the blood scent and fell apon a she-cat, surprised.
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Post by .:Shadow:. on Aug 28, 2007 17:59:04 GMT -5
It was morning by the time Seska smelt the clan cat. She was tired. She was sore. Dried blood clung to her white and black pelt. She had not cleaned her wounds. She wanted to make it look like she was too weak to, and at this point, thought she hated to admit it, she was. She had lost a lot of blood. She raied her head weakly and looked at the clan cat, making her green eyes look destrot. "Help me." She mewed in a pittiful rasp. It was killing her to make herself look so weak but she had too. For Malice Pack. For Malice Pack. She had repeated to herself all through the night.
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Post by »West(y) on Sept 3, 2007 20:25:56 GMT -5
"Help me."
Soaringealge stook a few steps back, taken back by the whole thing. The she-cat was bady wounded...but she's a rouge...or a loner... Soaringeagle wasn't sure; she smelled like both. He growled sharply, not really feeling much sorrow for her, "Why should I?" He went into a crouch, fur bristiling. Something doesn't feel right...but...
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Post by .:Shadow:. on Sept 3, 2007 20:34:41 GMT -5
Seska saw the clan cats fur bristle and she worried the plan would work. No! It will! I've waited out her all night in the cold, bleeding! I will not fail! She made her head fall back onto her paws. "Please." She whispered in her honey-sweet voice. "A r-rouge attacked me. I tried to fight but h-he was so strong." She gave a small shutter. It was a convincing act. She was a small, slim cat. It was easy to think another cat could over power her, though it wasn't the truth.
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Post by »West(y) on Sept 4, 2007 18:54:19 GMT -5
"Please
Her voice was so sweeth, that the fur lay flat and he sat up, but still felt a little unsure.
"A r-rouge attacked me. I tried to fight but h-he was so strong."
Soaringeagle sat sighed. Loners aren't always bad... "Okay, I'll help you, but you'll have to come into my Clan, okay?" he meowed quickly, slowly walking over to her.
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Post by .:Shadow:. on Sept 5, 2007 15:04:28 GMT -5
Seska nodded slowly, forcing back a wide smile. She tried to get to her paws, finding it harder then she'd thought. She hadn't tried to move all night, and she guessed this was the price for it. Her legs were stiff and the stratched down her sides and neck weren't helping. With great difficulty, Seska finally got to her paws. She stumbles a little, but regained her balence and stood.
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Post by »West(y) on Sept 5, 2007 15:23:03 GMT -5
Soaringeagle sighed and shook his head, hardly believing what he was doing. He walked over to her and awkwardly pressed himself against her, trying to help her keep balance.
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Post by .:Shadow:. on Sept 5, 2007 15:30:01 GMT -5
Seska gave a small smiles and glanced at the clan cat. "You're very kind." She mewed in her honey-sweet voice. "Your clan must be a wonderful one if it has cats like you in it." Her voice sounded sunceire, though it almost made her sick to say. Her paws trembled. "Which way to your clan?" She asked, sounding desperate. This time, the desperation wasn't an act. She felt like she was going to colapes at any moment.
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Post by »West(y) on Sept 5, 2007 15:52:42 GMT -5
"You're very kind." "Your clan must be a wonderful one if it has cats like you in it."
Soaringeagle felt his cheeks go red. He shook his head, feeling foolish. I can't believe I'm doing this!...And that this loner is beig nice to me!
"Which way to your clan?"
The warrior turned to her, mewing, "Just up ahead; not too far."
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Post by .:Shadow:. on Sept 5, 2007 17:59:06 GMT -5
Seska started in the direction he pointed. She was slow, but at least she could walk. "I'm Seska by the way." She mewed, figuring it didn't matter if the clan cats knew her real name. She'd never met a clan cat face to face before. She flicked her ear about her three black spots. It was a good thing she'd no clan cat had ever seen her. The three spots above her eye would have given her away right away. Why did she have to have such a distinctive mark?
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