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Post by ♫Wither♫ on Jan 20, 2009 20:47:00 GMT -5
Duskkit sunk her claws in deeper when Mokafang tried to throw her off. But she was taken off gaurd when Mokafang rolled over; Duskkit let a muffled screech when the opposing warriors weight squished her. She let go of Mokafang and skidded away. Nice move. Your smarter than I thought you were. A more worthy opponent than others I have challenged; than again, all other clan cats are idiots who should be killed for even thinking they deserve their warrior name! Duskkit hissed spitefully. Except for Redwood. She added quietly.
[[Shortness! My computer's been acting screwy, that's what took me so long.]]
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Post by -^Fire^- on Jan 23, 2009 12:11:31 GMT -5
Mokafang could feel the bit of blood trickling down her pelt, but she ignored it and pain numbing as her mind reseted on the attack of a kit. The tall black she-cat had to admit it Duskkit was proving to be somewhat of a challenge. Normally cats fell to her within a few second, with it her trying to prolong it or was it this kit might have potential? Mokafang's mind went over it, though she would never admit outloud if something was wrong or her true feelings. She ignored the kits ranting but her smile widedned slightly at the mentoin of a cat who apparently was worthy of his name. She chuckled darkly, she could use that to her advantage. "What would you say if I killed Redwood? or is he still alive? should I use one of my apprentice's and kill him?" Mokafang asked as she walked around the kit circling.
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Post by ♫Wither♫ on Jan 25, 2009 23:38:37 GMT -5
Duskkit tensed at Mokafang's threat. He's alive. She stated sharply. And if you dare hurt my Redwood, I will personally rip your insides out of your stomach and hang them in the trees! Duskkit yowled in rage. If anyone dare to even touch her Redwood, they would have to answer to her. Redwood had been taught by Duskkit herself but he couldn't strategize. If Mokafang tried to put little Redwood up to someone who planned ahead, he would be in deep foxdung. Don't even dare!
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Post by -^Fire^- on Jan 27, 2009 13:30:43 GMT -5
Mokafang's smile widened as she found a weakness, a soft spot on the kit. Mokafang never cared for anyone let alone to teach them. She'd never taught anyone even as a warrior because of her stupid sister's warning and such Hopeingspirit though that she didn't know about them but Mokafang did. "Your Redwood?" She meowed sinisterly. "But maybe he found someone else better than you." Mokafang continued ingoring the kit's useless threats. "Passion, love, it makes fool out of all of us. Your just proving me your a waste of my time. You show weakness." Mokafang said circling...
ooc:I'm having this kind of situation and conversation on another site but I'm kinda like Dustkit and my friend is playing Mokafang lol
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Post by ♫Wither♫ on Jan 28, 2009 19:00:17 GMT -5
Maybe he did. Duskkit shrugged coolly. Just because Redwood and I can no longer be mates, doesn't mean I can't still care about him. Her tone was dull and cold. She looked up in thought; and idea was forming in her fluffy little head. Duskkit smirked sadistically at Mokafang. You know what? You should set someone on little Redwood; it would be good for him. That evil little smirk never left her face. Yes, a good idea. It might teach him how to strategize. Unless he dies though, he might. But if he does, he'll just end up here since he was once a clan cat.
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Post by -^Fire^- on Feb 14, 2009 17:49:36 GMT -5
Mokafang found herself frowning slightly Her pawstep never changing pace. She was slightly disapointed nothing really happened. She then began to consiter setting one of her apprentices on Redwood but then she didn't reply since she could tell that the little kit wanted it to happen. "Perhaps" She answered then it was neither a yes or no she would do it. What Mokafang didn't understand was why Dukkit still insisted on caring for someone who very well might have abandoned the love Redwood had for her. "It's still weakness for caring about him." She then snapped.
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Post by ♫Wither♫ on Feb 16, 2009 16:05:05 GMT -5
It's not weakness to care about someone who loved you. Duskkit shook her head slowly. But it is weakness to care about someone who never even gave you a second thought. She stated solemnly. Redwood hasn't found many cats to fight lately, he could really need this. Set someone on him, I dare you. He will win. Duskkit glared up at Mokafang defiantly. I'm sure of it; he'll win.
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Post by -^Fire^- on Feb 21, 2009 20:28:06 GMT -5
Mokafang still couldn't understand she never loved anyone but her twin. Her twin Hopingspirit had betrayed her when they were young, since then the black she-cat never looked at anyone, her whole being consumed by the dark. Besides no one would want her even if she had a chance. "Love is uncalled for." She growled bitterly. "If you're really so full of love and passion you'd be a Starclan furball." She then hissed. Mokafang continued to pace angerily. How could Cresentclan let this furball into it's boundries? "This is a waste and any of my apprentice's could kill Redwood, it dosen't matter. If you really cared for him you wouldn't take such a risk."
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Post by ♫Wither♫ on Feb 22, 2009 15:14:11 GMT -5
Would a StarClan furball command an entire rogue "clan"? Duskkit's voice was flat and her eyes were blank as she spoke. Would a StarClan furball lead a "clan of rogues against her own clan? The way she spoke and looked just didn't seem right on a kit. Would a StarClan furball mercilessly kill her parents and anybody whoever cared about them? Her deep, haunting eyes locked onto Mokafang's. Would a StarClan furball torture cats for days on end just for the fun of it? Duskkit licked her muzzle sadisticly. Would a StarClan furball rape endless amounts of cats even though they already had a loving mate? ...And force her mate to do the same? Her eyes seemed to darken. I do care about Redwood, I just have a different way of expressing it. Duskkit leaned closer to Mokafang's face and her voice lowered into a harsh, bloodthirsty whisper. I'm not a StarClan furball. I belong in CrescentClan; I always will.
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Post by D.e.a.t.h & Aphotic on Feb 22, 2009 19:57:46 GMT -5
-Could Aphotic slip in during the end of this?
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Post by ♫Wither♫ on Feb 22, 2009 19:59:42 GMT -5
[[It would matter to me, Death. What do you think Fire?]]
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Post by -^Fire^- on Mar 1, 2009 21:49:27 GMT -5
Mokafang lashed out at the kit's face. "Your a disgusting and irritating twerp. Cresentclan dosen't have time to babysit you. I don't care what you do just get out of my face, I tired of your presence." Mokafang said in a disgusted tone. This kit was messed beyond what she expected. Mokafang though would never admit it. As far at the dark she-cat was conserened she was still the strongest, smartest and fastest of the dark clan she resided in, and this kit wouldn't get far in it. Mokafang turned and walked for the darker parts of the forest.
ooc:Sry, sure you can join death I put something ing the c-box but I guess you didn't see lol anyway yeah go ahead and post any time.
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Post by ♫Wither♫ on Mar 1, 2009 23:04:30 GMT -5
Well then it's a good thing I don't need babysitting. Duskkit's snake-like voice retorted coldly. And I don't particularly care what you think. Her voice became harsh. She glared at Mokafang as she walked off. Once she thought that Mokafang was far enough away, she began grooming herself. Duskkit's tongue ran across the edge of her blood-covered claws. She then lifted her tongue to her shoulder and licked it down, repeating the process to get the dirt off. But on the fifth lick, Duskkit pierced her fangs on the top of her shoulder and dragged it along; she hissed in pain and pleasure. Duskkit inhaled the bitter, salty scent of the blood as it stained and matted her thick fur. Duskkit carressed the wound with her tongue. It was nice, but not as nice when someone else did it. Duskkit half wished she had let Mokafang scratch her; not enough for her to die, just enough for her to bleed a lot. Pain...wonderful. Causing pain...even better.
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Post by D.e.a.t.h & Aphotic on Mar 5, 2009 22:02:16 GMT -5
"Mokafang" Aphoticstar snapped her eyes flashed with anger as the Leader put on her shell. "Who in the world was that? and why did you chase them away do you realize how weak this clan is every cat we miss or lose is a bigger bounty on are head" Her eyes locked with her deputy her posture was challenging and anger flew off her in waves. "It's fine with me if you want to face the starclan on your own just waltz on over there and get yourself killed but dont make your problem mine" She turned away and walked off she didn't allow time for the deputy to explain herself or to utter a word.
She walked swiftly following the strangers scent."Oy you there " she hissed walking up to the kit. She knew better than to act nice around kits. It only took seconds to see the kit had blood on her fur and that was enough to confirm her suspicion."Why are you here kit" she asked accusingly. Careful what you say little one I am smarter than Mokafang.
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Post by ♫Wither♫ on Mar 6, 2009 21:34:44 GMT -5
Duskkit growled in dismay when she heard Aphoticstar's voice. I'm doing what I want, that's what I'm doing. She hissed sharply. Aphoticstar's coming had interrupted her daily needs and she wanted to kill her for it. After glaring thorns at her for a long while, Duskkit spoke. Well? What do you want? Duskkit snapped boldly.
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