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Post by -^Fire^- on Dec 30, 2008 23:13:48 GMT -5
A black cat stalked along the border slowly and quietly. Her fur brushed against the undergrowth. Her amber red eyes cutting through the darkness almost had an eary glow in the cresent moon light from above. Slowing even more a large vole came into veiw. Unlike the living clans prey was always good. As she watched it scuffle around she suddenly leaped out strong legs carrying her her claws extended as she took her prey's life swiftly with no sound. The white cresent on her flawless black pelt refected in the moon light as her eyes did. It was Mokafang the dark and black hearted deputy of Cresentclan. She was ruthless as she bit into the vole. She enjoyed the taste from it. Moments later she continued stalking along the border. She so wanted to run across and kill her twin, how sweet it would be to have her blood on her claws and this time she would be called for. She grinned at the thought.
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Post by ♫Wither♫ on Jan 2, 2009 23:59:34 GMT -5
Duskkit silently stalked Mokafang. She was careful to make her pawsteps silent. Truthfully, she had been watching Mokafang for days. Duskkit felt strangely interested in the violent she-cat. She thought that if she got on her good side, maybe she would teach her a few new moves. If Mokafang didn't, she would regret it. Duskkit smiled evilly. Duskkit padded out of her hiding place and up to Mokafang. Teach me! Duskkit commanded.
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Post by -^Fire^- on Jan 3, 2009 0:14:50 GMT -5
Mokafang was so intent on the destroying of her sister, she looked forward to see a kit infront of her. Kits she hated kits, they were annoying. She used her paw and pushed to kit down not too kindly either, and walked around the dust ball. "Get lost," She said harshly continueing on her way. She didn't have time to deal with the little scrap. Oh but what fun it would to have the kits blood on her paws, maybe it might satisfy her bloodlust till some real prey came to her claws. With a flick of her tail she dissmissed the though. Waste of time...
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Post by ♫Wither♫ on Jan 3, 2009 0:31:29 GMT -5
Duskkit gasped as she was shoved away like some stale mouse. No one treated her like that! No one! That wasn't a question. Duskkit growled. You are going to teach me some battle moves weather you like it or not! She ran to catch up with Mokafang. She stepped boldy in front of her. Duskkit's large muscles rippled under her thick coat. Bloodlust filled her deep, cold blue eyes. Weather you like it or not. Duskkit repeated as she unsheathed her unnaturally big and sharp claws.
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Post by -^Fire^- on Jan 3, 2009 10:22:00 GMT -5
Mokafang smirked and a purr of amusement came from her. But it was cut short as she bared her teeth an pushed the kit to the ground, placeing her huge black paw over her chest pressing down. Whimper! She silently mummered to the kit. She then got in Duskkit's face. "And what makes you think I'd teach you?! Huh?" She asked her voice like a snake her dark amber eyes almost red as she gazed into the kit's. "I get nothing out of training you, I teach the living." She then spat. Mokafang put poison in each word she spoke, making it harsh. "Now get out of my way. And if your so presistant give me a reason I should." And with that she pressed down hard and then then released the kit walking away, again.
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Post by ♫Wither♫ on Jan 3, 2009 22:08:41 GMT -5
Her gaze remained blank and steely as Mokafang pinned her down. Duskkit licked herself clean when she released her. Why should you teach me? That's a good question. Her voice was eerily calm. I may not be able to kill you, but I can mess you up so bad you'll wish you were dead! Duskkit spat out icily. I've killed rogues bigger than you at one moon! What makes you think I can't merely torture you? Her deep blue glared into Mokafang's amber red ones. Duskkit's eyes could strike fear into the heart of bravest warriors, it could send chills down the spines of many. Duskkit usually looked into the eyes of her victims to paralyze them with fear before she killed them; but she only wanted to scare Mokafang sensless. She had never used her eyes on a dead cat though, Duskkit wondered if it would even work.
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Post by -^Fire^- on Jan 3, 2009 22:24:09 GMT -5
ooc:Do you like Vampires,Werewolves and stuff like that?
Mokafang laughed and she turned slightly meeting Duskkit's icy eyes. She continued to laugh. "Are you a joke? You mess me up. Your far too weak kit, to actually cause me pain or mind torcher. Your just a fly. Get lost." She hissed again. "Are you wanting to have eternal damination so bad, and so young?" She asked, thinking she'd maybe play, and she let her tail slide down the kit's chin as she walked around the little scrap.
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Post by ♫Wither♫ on Jan 3, 2009 22:51:30 GMT -5
Weak? You're talking to the wrong kit! Duskkit reared up to attack, but a better, more ingenious plan came to her mind. A sly smile came across her face. I guess you're right. You probably shouldn't mentor me. Duskkit shrugged. I mean, like I said before, I could take down full grown rogues at one moon. What could I possible get from you which I already know? She questioned Mokafang. I should have known you were just some pathetic cat that just got here for a few minor bad deeds. Duskkit added, smirking.
[[Kinda yeah, I do.]]
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Post by -^Fire^- on Jan 3, 2009 23:00:23 GMT -5
ooc:I was gonna ask if you wanted to join life's blood it's awsome in in advertisments
Mokafang rolled her eyes. This kit was playing that card. "You must be weak in the mind to play such words. The thing is what I get out of this. I see nothing. You can't rise to leader, or prove to be any use to me. Don't talk as if you know me you haven't a clue. Buzz off or you won't live to see Starclan fall." Mokafang growled. This was getting annoying and the black she-cat was loosing intrest rapidly.
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Post by ♫Wither♫ on Jan 4, 2009 0:00:16 GMT -5
You're smarter than you look aren't you? Duskkit smirked. And no, I'm not weak-minded. The fuffy she-kit stated calmly. Duskkit wasn't going to let this spiteful deputy get to her. What she said before was etched in her mind. Yeah, what does she have that I don't have? I am strong! If I can lead an entire group of rogues against my own clan, why shouldn't I be able to fight some deputy? I've killed cats bigger and meaner than her! Duskkit stepped boldly up to Mokafang. If you're not going to teach me...Then fight me. Her voice was hard and icy.
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Post by -^Fire^- on Jan 4, 2009 20:56:01 GMT -5
A rumble of laughter came from the black cat. This small kit wanted to fight her? She wondered how she got into this. "Your so presistant kit." She growled. This was all a joke. Just go along with it, kill the kid and move on... She though boredly. "Kits like you shouldn't talk at all. You can make the first move I don't care."
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Post by ♫Wither♫ on Jan 4, 2009 22:46:58 GMT -5
Duskkit had spaced herself a good distance from Mokafang. The small twitch that resembled a smirk formed. You underestimate me Mokafang. She chuckled. Duskkit didn't waste any more breath as she rushed forward. Her paws almost seemed to glide across the ground as she ran. As soon as Duskkit was a rabbit-length from Mokafang, she flipped over on her back and unsheathed her abnormally long and sharp claws. The speed she had gained before allowed her to be able to slide under Mokafang's belly and back the other end. But before she slid through the other end, she tried to drag her claws against her soft underbelly.
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Post by -^Fire^- on Jan 5, 2009 22:30:28 GMT -5
Mokafang counted the distance between them judging her distance. She had seen Duskkit fight once, but not long she got bored. Mokafang watched her red amber eyes dangerous and she let bloodlust consume her too a point. Mokafang watched still she didn't blink and when she closed her eyes she rolled as Duskkit came aiming to slide under her. Opening ehr eyes she watched the kit get nothing but air in her claws. Smirking she darted witha deadly paw to snatch the kit's throat her other paw ready for the counter and her legs ready to spring out of the way. She had gotten a look at the kit's claws she admitted if she got in their way and Duskkit knew how to use them the would prove to be a problem.
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Post by ♫Wither♫ on Jan 10, 2009 18:01:27 GMT -5
Duskkit snarled in anger as Mokafang dodged her attack. She barely noticed when her claws were going for her throat. Duskkit rolled out of the way just in time; Mokafang's claws passed dangerously through her fur. That was close. Too close. She thought as she shot her a death glare. Duskkit charged at Mokafang once again. She lunged at her throat, but didn't go all the way. Instead, to confuse her, she went to Mokafang's left side and pounced sideways to be able to get on her back.
[[Short. Sorry for not updating, I was grounded.]]
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Post by -^Fire^- on Jan 14, 2009 22:59:19 GMT -5
Mokafang pulled her striking paw back. She scowled but it was soon replayed with a smirk while licking her lips. She'd have a kit for lunch today. She could feel the energy pulse though her. She ignored the kit's atempt at death glares. It was pitiful such a kit would try it on her. As Dustkit came forward again Mokafang stepped back from the claws that seemed to come for her black throat. Blood can shed but not that much... She thought and then felt something come to her backa nd claws dug into her pelt. Her teeth gritted together, she had learned to take pain and she reared to send the small kit from her back. She then threw herself into a short roll after and she came back up in defense now.
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