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Topic Started: Jun 9 2013, 05:33 PM (129 Views)
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(Mm'kay, sorry it's not very long, but as you know, I'm mobile. :) )

For three days, hellish eyes had studied the camp from afar, hidden amongst the crags of a rocky outcropping. The beast lurked with meticulous thoughts, his intentions sinister. Upon his leave, his leader notified, WindClan had been the Warlord's first destination. In his former travels, he had heard that the leader had given birth, and now he sought to usurp her pride with the thieving of her precious kits. His scent disguised, the monstrous tom had crept nearer, studious. His actions obliged him results, as he soon discovered the ties between a few select felines and the clan leader. One in particular had snagged Jetstream's attention, a black apprentice, who's mentor appeared to be his own mother. It served to show that this kit might be a favorite, and that made him a luscious target. The BloodClanner gave a low rumble as he awaited the tom to leave camp, so that he may pounce and drag his prize back to his precious Sealphantom. Surely then, she would see his devotion to her? The beast let razors slip into the earth, dragging miniscule canyons across the gritty surface. Determination blazed within his fiery gaze.




Edited by Batman, Jun 9 2013, 05:33 PM.
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why does it feel so good but hurt so bad . . .
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though, he would have a better chance if he was actually going out of camp. oh, perhaps he did have a luck of a chance. the tom's ebony-sparked pelt shined in the glow of the sun/moon as he turned down the rather long path up to the moor's campgrounds. envisonedpaw's wiry-looking yellow eyes were dancing around rapidly as he tried to find a sense of direction. seeing as his eyesight wasn't all that good, he had tripped himself numerous times on his short walk. stopping, the tom blinked a few times before swiveling his head around. flicking his tail about, he ignored the mysteriously quiet asthenosphere and continued along his merry way.



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Silent, he watched, tracking the tom's movements from afar, and when Jetstream had judged solitude to be his prey's only companion, his murky paws, heavy mallets, drew him nearer. His gaze was narrowed, sharpened to daggers still glowing with molten steel fresh from the fires of the forge, smoking edges throwing sparks. Closer, the nightmare stalked, tall, golden grass quivering around his dreadful from, his broad shoulders parting the blades with ease. The smaller black tom stumbled, and he seemed unsteady upon his paws. Jetstream added the tom's apparent lack of balance to his calculations. He was only a few fox lengths away now, circling around to his side and avoiding the path. A low growl rose into the air, as Jetstream sought acknowledgment. The sound was deep and guttural, produced by a deadly predator, for sure, and frightening as it was to chill the blood. The grass about him grew still as he stopped, lowering himself into a crouch before quietly proceeding around his target, yet unseen, despite his hulking shadow and flashes of obsidian and silken ivory through the grass. His muscles rippled as they tensed, and Jetstream prepared to pounce. The grass shook violently at his attack, powerful limbs shoving him off and launching him toward the apprentice. His paws aimed to strike heavily into Envisionedpaw's side, as the massive tom, with great force pursuing his limbs, thought to pin the apprentice to the earth and draw deep carvings across his flesh.
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why does it feel so good but hurt so bad . . .
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with the horrid noise, the apprentice whipped his head around, only to find nothing there. he stepped forward more cautiously now, careful to pause every few moments to listen. with the crackling of the grass underpaw, it startled him when he finally heard a noise. though, maybe a little too late. no noise came out of him as he suddenly floped to the floor of the grassy moor, some cat on top of him. "okay okay, you've had your laugh", he mewed, squiggling under the weight of the cat. "now get off." and, just like that, the new smell hit him, bringing forth a memory of when he was just a little kit, of when colorkit had disappeared, and his mother had gone insane trying to find her? fear shook through the apprentice's entire body as he tried to figure out who the cat was.



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The impact was harsh, though diciplined. Jetstream had been sure not to place to much power behind his jump. He didn't wish to return with a broken prize. As his paws thrusted the apprentice to the ground, firm upon his sides, the beast leant in with parted jaws with the effort of snatching the tom up by his scruff. "Silence!" The monstrous tom hissed through grinding teeth, ears pinned against his broad skull. "You're mine now." Jetstream growled fiercly. "Struggle, and I'll break your legs." It was the only warning he would give as he thought to haul the tom up by his scruff so that he could be on his way, back to BloodClan. And Sealphantom.

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A small sigh escaped him as he closed his eyes, feeling his body be lofted up. His damn mother had probably sent someone to drag his ass back to camp. Not like he could worry or anything. Besides, with so many new members, there were a bunch of different scents vividly around in the air. Shrugging his head, he let himself go limp. "Yes sir", he mewed, trying to be polite. This cat was just probably doing his job was all. Nothing he could do, anyway -being overpowered and everything.
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Jetstream rumbled deeply as he lifted the tom up, making sure he had a secure hold. When he was satisfied, he began heading back to BloodClan. The grass he pushed through waved as if saying goodbye, and the wind rustled his fur, granting him a cool wave of which he gave a blink of gratitude. The weather on the moore, cooked beneath the sun, was scorching.

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Edited by Batman, Jun 10 2013, 08:19 PM.
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