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Post by ¿ Taçhi ? on Aug 22, 2011 16:56:47 GMT
Sand is crunching beneath soft paws as the canines trod along the shore. A frisk breeze fills nostrils with the smell of salt, and the gentle waves lap around the feet of those that stray into the shallow waters. The mood is controlled, eyes and ears alert, yet there's a pinch of both excitement and nervousness that can be traced throughout the rag-tag group of Lexis and Scavengers alike making their way through the outskirts of Hexasol. The sun hangs low on the sky, the moment carefully chosen so the deepening shadows of twilight would hide their movements once they have to make it back to the city itself. Eyes meet and flash with a shared knowledge... the hour is near at hand.
Thread information: The group consists of Lexis Tribe members mixed in with some Scavengers for support, with the Lexis wolf Mercury as their leader. Their mission is to make their way up the beach until they reach the point where the Laredo river flows into the sea. Here they'll follow the river back into the city, until they encounter the old highway that'll lead them directly to the battle in order to fall upon the Pride from behind. Naturally, stealth and speed is essential - at this moment the group is making its way up the beach.
Leader: Mercury
Members: All Lexis Members (canines only) who might've been secretly recruited by Mercury for throwing Iris out of the city. Not all these members will be player-controlled, instead represented by NPCs. Feel free to include these in your posts. Scavengers: Trixie, Cassidy, Juliet, Phantom, Elvis, Blitzen.
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Post by {Mactíre} on Aug 23, 2011 19:31:09 GMT
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The timber wolf kept every sense alert as he lead the somewhat mismatched group of canines up the beach. His mind was focused on one thing, and one thing only: to lead those who followed him the battle his brother had promised. They were to fall on the felines from behind, to ambush them as they concentrated their energies on fighting the dogs in front of them. Looking around him, Mercury could see that all of his comrades were looking forward to the battle ahead; so was he. He had waited months, perhaps years, for this day to dawn. It had taken time for him to realize that he was no longer content to live peacefully alongside creatures who could make a move to kill him at any time. Talking to Gravity had aroused in him the insatiable hunger, the raging fire that was the need for revenge. His eyes were alight with it; it was evident in every step he took and every breath.
The sand was firm and gritty beneath the male’s large paws as he trotted across it, muffling the sound of his tread. The waves crashed fiercely onto the shore, spraying sea water everywhere. It echoed the roar of battle that Mercury could hear in his mind; clenching his jaw in grim determination, he lengthened his strides, glancing up at the sky. If they moved a little faster, they should just reach the main road of Hexasol by twilight, as planned. The need to feel feline bones crunching in his jaws, to feel warm blood splattering at his paws, was like a drug that urged him on. Twitching his ears, he fought the urge to break into a run, though his paws were itching to do that. There was no point in running to the battlefield if they had no energy left to fight when they got there. Rather, they should all conserve their energy now, and fight with everything they had at the battle.
As he trotted along, the timber wolf found himself thinking, once again, of the future. Realistically, what would there be left for him here, if he survived the coming battle? It would be impractical to think that every could be as before- the rest of the Lexis Tribe, the felines and the canines who were not at this very moment following in his wake, would incontrovertibly, hear that one of the leaders in this particular conflict was one of their own. They would not accept explanations- when one joined the Tribe, they did in the understanding that they would follow its rules, and, if these rules were broken, there would be no second chances. He would become an outlaw from Lexis, a loner. Not that he would choose to stay there, anyway. He could no longer even keep up the pretense of being peaceable; those days had been and gone. The other possibility was that this battle would be his last: that he would die. He remembered the way his brother had sounded during their meeting- as if he didn’t expect to survive; as if he did not want to. Then, he had barely understood what it was like to have your whole life focused on a single event, or of how empty and pointless it would seem after that event. Now he did, and with every step that took him and those with him closer to Hexasol itself took him closer to an almost irrevocable death, and the strangest thing was that he almost welcomed it.
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Post by wonder on Aug 23, 2011 20:02:32 GMT
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Being such a large breed, the bitch naturally strode with long, well distanced steps. She was positioned slightly behind the leader of the scavenger group, Mercury. Cassidy was usually a fighter but would often take on the role of commander if she found necessary. She was making her way behind the silver coated wolf at a steady pace. She wasn't running, more of a gentle jog, pacing herself for what would come. Her tail swayed gently behind her and her ears fluttered in the breeze as she moved. The cool air ruffled through her thick coat and it was somewhat pleasant. A St Bernard had incredibly dense fur and it was a nice breeze like this that would make her feel alittle less constricted and agitated.
Thoughts floated in and out of her large skull in plenty. The thoughts were generally quite varied but they always came back to one thing - winning this war. It was up to her and every other canine that inhabited Hexasol to do so. Felines were manipulative, fiendish and just damn right cruel. Every single day of her life she would try her best to fight of the harsh memories of her mate and her beloved pups but she just couldn't forget what those cats did to them. They're twisted and evil creatures who need to be shown a lesson or two about love and respect. There's nothing in this world that Cass hates more than felines.
Directing her thoughts away from her past, she glanced over at the canine that led the way. Mercury was a highly respected and dignified wolf and he knew how to lead a troop to go in to war. Canines had to win this battle, they just had to. Yes Cassidy was getting a bit gray-haired but she wasn't afraid to bring down any pathetic feline that got in her way. She was built of muscle and boy did she know how to use it. She was going to do it not just for herself, but her mate, her pups and every single canine every harmed by a cat. Looking at Mercury and the determination in his amber eyes made the large female want this even more. She nodded her head in the direction of the male, letting him know she was ready for this.
Words;; 386. Muse;; Good. Other;; Hope this is an okay start. ^^
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Post by flit on Aug 25, 2011 3:26:10 GMT
There was really nothing to it. Followand sneak, kill, win. That's what the agenda had simplified to in Blitzen's mind. To him, it was a piece of cake and certainly there had been harder things at stake before. The Scavengers had joined up with the canines willing to destroy the felines until they crawled off and never came back. For him, he was glad that he had helped them achieve what they had wished for for so long. Fighting was something he was good at, but if he put a thought as to why he was about to go into battle with a huge pride of felines he really only had the excuse: they told me to. He absolutely hated disapproval and he definitely wasn't going to get that today. No, today was the day he'd help as much as he could to get the battle over quickly. With that thought in mind, the Old English Mastiff lumbered down the beach.
His paws pounded down sand as he followed the group he was assigned to. A wolf was present, along with his comrades, and then some new dogs. Blitzen looked at the canine beside him as he continued to walk. She was a member of the Scavengers with him and he saw how her eyes beamed and then the brief exchange between her and the wolf. Mercury was it? Really it didn't matter to him what they were doing. However, the waves next to the group intrigued him. They kept making noise over and over again as the waves continued to roll up. Hey, at least they were more interesting than watching someone's rear from in front of you.
The time for the word of 'attack' was soon and Blitzen kept his senses alert. He didn't need to be in a trance when someone told him an order. That was just embarressing and it wouldn't do any good to spoil the plan. It was going so smoothly right now, but that didn't mean an ambush wasn't near. Blitzen knew how special the moment to come was for the Scavengers, so he did what he could to stay on task and of course watch out for tomatoes.
((Trying to get used to rping Blitzen. Please bear with me. :3 ))
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Post by dreamy on Aug 27, 2011 4:26:46 GMT
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[/b] Phantom could not say that he remembered the last time he had not felt pleased. Sure, the world was filled with missed opportunities and tragic happenings, but he could not say eh had ever been very deeply affected by them. Whatever the case may be, Phantom surely was not disappointed today. No--this was one step closer to the time that he so desperately desired. Battle. He could taste feline blood in his mouth, and he swallowed hard, ingesting nothing but the salty sea air. It didn't really matter. The world was almost numb around him, blurred by the anticipation that made him tremble down to his very core. The foxhound blinked, his eyes wide, eager. He had made a few short kills in the past, but only as luck would allow during hunting sessions. Now was his chance to unleash what he had bottled up. Boy, would the cat that faced him feel sorry for itself. The canines surrounding the black and white male seemed just as excited as he. Grim determination hardened their features, though Phantom could not say the same for himself. A sloppy, almost comical grin stretched across his muzzle. The male's eyes fluttered closed briefly, and he announced to no one in particular "This is gonna be sooo amazing! Can't wait to get to those kitties and gouge out an eyeball or two." He paused a moment before continuing "You gotta cut the muscle just right. They make great trophies." A contented sigh escaped his lips, and it trembled slightly in his excitement. He was distant a moment, caught in his fantasy, blood lust heavy in his gaze. He managed to tear himself from this state and chuckle lightly. There was something almost foreboding about the silence that had fallen between the group. Phantom wondered how they could stay so serious, so focused, when the constant chatter always played at the end of his tongue. "This is so exciting! Even more exciting than that one time--almost as exciting as that time with the double rainbow!"[/color] Phantom's words were coming fast in his joy, and the smile seemed to widen across his face. The sun danced near the edge of the sky, sweeping it's lower edges gently against the horizon. If all went well, by twilight their ambush would succeed. The silence rose, a steady barrier between the canines, but Phantom didn't really notice. All he knew was that each step brought them closer and closer to cats. ------- Words; 408 Muse; Blargh Notes; N/A :3 [/size][/blockquote][/color][/td][/tr][tr][td] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by alkakine on Aug 29, 2011 20:27:59 GMT
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"Speech"
Could the commanders have chosen a spot that was less suitable for Elvis to make their camp? Hmm? Didn't they know what places like that, what, dare he say it, caves did to him? The Basset Hound had been out of his right mind for the lasts months, more so them usual, at least, when the Scavengers had made their camp in some caves below the city. But now, with a purpose and clean air, Elvis couldn't help but be relived that it would all be over soon. The cats would fall, become his own little play things to torture as he was himself. Mmm, a lovely sounding proposition, if you asked the canine himself.
The group trod along the sand, full of canines that Elvis knew and did not. The ones he did not know reeked of cat, and the Basset Hound couldn't help but draw himself away from them. How could they live with such foul creatures? The canine lifted his droopy ears, so that they'd stop sagging along the sand. The canine carried himself with a notable lack of dignity, some may note, but all the same, he was only on this earth for a single reason. Kill them. Kill them all. Them, was an easy term to figure out, as they were Scavengers, where they not?
At this though Elvis found himself chuckling. Giggles at first, then full blown laughter. He had to stop for a moment until his cracked and whale-ish voice calmed down. He trotted back up to the group, coming to trod next to Phantom, whom he had always found the most comforting of the group. He spoke all the time, as Elvis much of the time did himself. It was only when Maestro had deliberated him had he quieted. That was before the scavengers split up. "Ahh yes, the rainbows. You mean the ones with the crunchy tails, yes?" Elvis replied, turning his head sideways to peer at Phantom. His ears dragged on the ground, and made an annoying skirt skirt skirttting sound against the sand.
Elvis turned his head back, not really caring for a reply as he trotted a little bit faster and weaved to the outside of the group, peering cautiously at the crashing waves. He wanted to snarl at the smell it had, but he held himself back. His demon looks would be for the cats he killed. Not the sounds he was walking past.
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Post by Zen on Aug 30, 2011 23:14:13 GMT
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That single, simple word was let out as a deafening roar that echoed across the entire beach. Their targets were within sight, and now it was time to come out of hiding and start the fun. Panja tossed his white mane, signaling his army forward. They were under command to take no prisoners, to rip and slaughter and tear into every piece of canine flesh they could get their claws on.
Ambushing the ambushers. Irony was a funny thing. How the dogs, with their keen sense of smell and hearing, hadn’t noticed a battalion of cats following their every move was a mystery. It had been difficult to hide himself and the other larger warriors in his group amongst the beach grass and sand dunes, and Panja was worried they would be seen before they had the right chance to strike. Luck was favoring the Iris Pride today, it seemed.
The lion charged, kicking up clouds of sand behind him. The smaller cats, though they lacked size and strength, could distract the Scavengers or work together to overpower one of the dogs, while he and the big cats could easily take down any canine in their path with one paw swipe. They had to do everything in their power to stop these mutts from reaching the Straight Bit and joining up with Tempest. The less dogs fighting, the greater chance the pride had of winning this battle.
In the chaos that followed, Panja skirted around most of the dogs and cats to pick out the leader of the Scavenger army. Unsurprisingly, it was a wolf. Perhaps even the wolf Florence had warned him about – Gravity’s Lexis Tribe brother. He hoped it was. He wanted the honor of murdering this dangerous enemy of the Iris Pride for himself, to bring back Mercury’s head as a gift for his mate. Florence would love that.
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Post by tazo on Aug 31, 2011 2:39:03 GMT
This was Harvard's time to shine. His chance to prove that he was a strong, capable, bloodthirsty member of Iris Pride who was deserving of some sort of high ranking. He and some other members from Iris had come here with Florence's mate Panja as their leader, and their job was to stop Mercury's ambush in its tracks and keep them from reaching the big fight going on a mere mile or two away. The cats would succeed in this fight. They had absolutely no choice in the matter. These dogs would make it to the main fight over the cats' dead and broken bodies.
With fur puffed out, ears laid back, and teeth bared, Harvard charged forward with Panja, Icefang, Enigma, Falcon, and Isis, the Iris members that he knew decently well, ready to take this group of Scavengers and Lexis dogs head-on. He looked to the side where the other small domestic cats ran and called out to them, quietly enough so that perhaps the dogs wouldn't hear: "We would be wise to let the lions take on the bigger dogs, and the four of us can team up on the smaller ones. It'll get the job done intelligently and quickly, and we have a chance at protecting our hides! Two and two should team up on each dog, so whoever would like to come with me get your ass over here and we'll start on that ugly-ass floppy-eared thing down there."
Harvard flexed his claws eagerly as he ran, salivating at the thought of digging his claws into weak canine skin and tasting the blood he drew. There was a time recently when he'd destroyed the carcass of a mouse before eating it by slicing it open and tearing out its' spine with his teeth. He planned to do the same on a larger scale today, perhaps while his intended target was still alive. And then he would feast. Oh, would he feast. All of the cats would.
And though Harvard was confident in his strength and abilities, as well as that of those around him, he knew it was foolish to plan on coming out of this alive. There was every chance he could die fighting for this cause, but it would be worth it. He had a plan for that too. If he went out, he would be taking one of the filthy dogs with him. He would distract the mutt just long enough to allow one of his feline companions to come running and dispatch the damned creature who'd dared to take the life of a cat. Everything would work out in the end. Well, almost everything. Harvard had almost hoped to see that crazy feline Bastet again... She held a certain attraction for him. But the question was, if he died would she notice his absence? A better question was why did the heartless Harvard care at all?
Enough of this. Harvard shook his head to clear it of these distracting thoughts and surged forward, headed straight for the Basset Hound and only hoping that the other cats had followed his tactical orders.
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Post by ¿ Taçhi ? on Aug 31, 2011 16:17:21 GMT
OOC note for clarifaction: The group of Iris Pride ambushers do not only consist of Panja, Harvard, Enigma, Falcon, Icefang and Isis. Like there are non-player-controlled Lexis Members (since we couldn't gather enough active and willing participants), there are likewise Iris Pride members who're participating in the ambush, yet controlled by no player (NPCs). These consist mainly of cats and medium felines, since Florence chose to keep the majority of her big cats with her for the larger battle.
So, to sum up, there are MORE than five Iris Pride members participating in the ambush. These are NPCs and everybody are free to control them as they wish, within reasonable limits obviously.
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Post by {Mactíre} on Sept 1, 2011 10:15:45 GMT
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Mercury had almost reached walkway at the end of the beach which lead to an old carpark and the city when an ear-splitting roar was heard. Whipping around, he saw, to his horror, two large felines, a white lion and lioness, and a variety of other cats, from leopards to ordinary tabbies, racing full-pelt towards the dogs under his command. There were about twenty- five canines in all, so they almost matched the felines in numbers, but panic still gripped him. His mind whirled with the force of it; what should he do? They were meant to come to the Tempest Pack’s aid, but how could they do so if they were under attack themselves? If they ran to their destination, maybe they would escape being torn apart here, but how would they have the energy to fight when they got there? If they stayed, there was a greater risk of dying here, or at the very least being stopped from reaching the main battlefield. And that’s just what they want, he realized suddenly, feeling sick. They mean to kill us here, so that there’ll be fewer canines to deal with later.
Gritting his teeth, the timber wolf thought grimly, Well, they won’t have it all their way. Not if I have anything to say about it. He lifted his head and parting his jaws to release a cry somewhere between a howl and a rumbling growl. “Canines, to me!” His voice was strong and confident, with no trace of the niggling worry that was squirming inside him. Standing where he was, waiting for the felines to reach him, he added a command to what he had already said: “Keep heading for the city, attack them if you want, but don’t run. Take them with you!” With that, he gazed directly towards the approaching felines; his eyes singled out one creature in particular: Panja. He recognized the white lion as Florence’s mate, and her second-in-command. He had come to the Iris Pride after both Gravity and Mercury had escaped, but even so, he was responsible for what his Pride had done to the canines. Killing, torturing, maiming. They would all be crimes that the huge male was guilty of, and Mercury would make him pay.
He didn’t have time to wonder whether Panja knew who he was; most likely he did, and that would mean that everyone knew. No, concentrate, he told himself sternly. The huge wolf hadn’t fought against felines in his life. Only after his and Gravity’s torture by the Iris Pride had he started to realize that maybe his brother was right. He had lived for years after with the memories of his torture and his sister’s death haunting him, making him inwardly shudder every time a cat touched him. Now it was time to show the world that he was no longer a pacifist, that for years he had been living a lie. Today would be the day where he showed his true colours and proved himself to be a worthy member of the canine race. The blood pounded in his head and any trace of fear was gone, replaced by the hunger for feline blood. Seeing that the white lion, his mane flapping back from his face as he ran, was heading his way, the huge wolf bared his teeth and thew himself towards his enemy. Closing the last few meters between them, he sprang at Panja, aiming for the hulking feline's throat. Mercury had nothing to lose except his life, and even that he disregarded. It was time to put the survival of his race before his life.
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Post by {Mactíre} on Sept 3, 2011 21:22:38 GMT
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The main problem? He was one of the smallest fully-grown cats in the pride, at only the size of an eight or ten-month-old kitten. He didn't look as if he was a year and three months old, not from a distance. And so, that meant that the smallest of the dogs, unless there was a chihuahua somewhere within the ranks of the Lexis dogs, were bigger that him. Deal with one problem at a time, Enigma, he told himself, veering towards a small Jack Russel terrier who smelled of Lexis. He had only just started to turn around, and he stood, slack-jawed in shock, giving the little tabby time to jump on him. As soon as his mouth touched the dog's neck, it suddenly came to life, trying to throw him off as he tightened his death grip. It attempted to bite him, only succeeding in making one of his ear-tips bleed. It writhed and clawed at him as he bit down even harder, one blow in ten hitting him. With some satisfaction, he felt bones crunch in his mouth and released the dog, who flopped, lifeless, to the ground, scarlet drops colouring the sand around him.
Enigma whirled, trying to keep his mind under control, not letting bloodlust grip him. Unlike some of the cats and dogs here, you're not suicidal, okay? He reminded himself. Flinching as a Maltese gave him a sharp bite to the leg, he hissed and clawed its back, and with a vicious swipe, closed one of its eyes forever. Dodging a bite from it, he looked around and saw, not far off, a Fox Terrier. Another cat, an orange tabby, was approaching it, so he ran to join it, sizing up the black-and white male as he did so. It was considerably bigger than him, but nearer in size than many of the other dogs here. Speeding up, he propelled himself off the ground and at the dog, his claws outstretched.
OOC; Enigma is going for Phantom!
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Post by smudge on Sept 4, 2011 14:30:30 GMT
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It was all happening so fast. Trixie, unable to keep up with her swift-moving troop, hobbled along at the back. She had tried her best to conceal the puppies she carried, but at this point she was sure at least one dog knew. It was not long before an array of slender silhouettes faced the canines in the distance. I'm never going to make it, Trixie thought, an eerie feeling of death blanketing her emotions. A pang of guilt struck her at the thought of having to abandon her team to give birth. They needed her, and she couldn't wander off just because of her stupid mistakes.
Her mind suddenly halted, and the Saluki found herself in the tunnel with K9 once again, all alone. The stench of the sewage, still fresh in her mind, had managed to cover up the fact that she was in heat. Heck, the shepherd probably didn't even know that she was on the brink of giving birth to all of his pups. Trixie hadn't found a chance to speak with him after the meeting. She lightly grasped his existence in his mind, secretly praying he hadn't died, secretly praying that she would at least see him one more time. But did they share the same thoughts?
Her lower torso convulsed, sending the heart-wrenching thoughts spiraling away. Please no, this can't be happening! The female stumbled into the brush, trying to find somewhere to hide the puppies. She had to help fight, even if it meant abandoning the little ones. However, she would also fight for them, and K9. If any cat dared to harm one of them, she would fight til her life's blood was completely splattered out on the ground in front of her. A sort of motherly instinct had managed to pop out somewhere, since Trixie wasn't exactly the mothering type.
Finally, the first puppy was born at the sound of Mercury sending the signal to attack. Frantically, Trixie licked away the mucus and allowed the puppy a small amount of milk before jumping up to find a different place to give birth. This way, she could at least try and secure the life of one of her puppies. Giving birth to them in the same place would be incredibly stupid; and easy target for the felines. But before she skipped off, she gave the pup one last lick and attempted to cover her with some undergrowth. The sounds of battle cries now reached Trixie's ears as she settled down for the second puppy.
The second came out even faster than the first, and it was a little boy. She didn't even give him milk; just covered him over and ran. She found herself going sideways while the Scavengers were heading straight forward. The third was a girl, and Trixie was forced to birth the fourth with the girl, a boy. She quickly cleaned them over, nuzzling them beside each other, covered them, and ran for their lives. It felt like there were still more inside, but she couldn't waste any more time. It was incredibly difficult to abandon her puppies, but she had to put her companions even before them. Please, just let them survive..
Trixie raged into the battle, coming from the side so she could knock a cat from his or her path. And it worked; she managed to catch a medium-sized spotted feline from his flank, sending the cat spinning to the ground in shock. She didn't hesitate in attacking him in his dazed state, shaking her head violently back and forth to shred flesh from bone. He yowled in agony and tried to kick back but Trixie had secured a nice, life-ending blow to his spine. He fell limp and Trixie spun around, searching for another feline to target, as long as one hadn't targeted her.
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Post by ROBYNASAURUS on Sept 7, 2011 15:03:35 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] | [atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/166esde.jpg] "I don't think so, Grandma" the Egyptian Mau laughed menacingly, an evil smirk gracing her muzzle. Isis had taken up a position further along the beach. Mercury had ordered his troops to continue pressing towards the battle as best they could. Panja had lead his group straight into the group, while Isis and a few others had headed further up to cut them off as they tried to push through.
"Bit old for doing this sort of stuff, ain't cha?" Isis mocked, circling Cassidy widely. "But don't worry, I can fix that for you" she hissed, baring her fangs. The prospect of fighting the St Bernard didn't face the smaller cat. In fact, she reveled in the challenge. The faster she could dispatch this bitch, the faster she'd rejoin the battle. After all the dogs had been taken down, she would dispatch Florence and take the pride for herself. Unless the stupid lion managed to get herself killed in the fray and that would be one job less for the domestic cat. This was her time to shine now and soon the entire pride would be hers. Just like old times. Now they would see. She'd show them all that she still had the strength to lead a pride.
"Prepare to die!" Isis snarled, leaping forward through the sand. The soft shifting sand on the beach would be a greater hindrance for the larger dog, while the gray striped feline could easily dart across the surface and not have to worry about the slipping or sliding. She made a line straight for the dogs face, lunging out of the way at the last moment and weaving through her wide legs to her tail. Lunging, she made an effort to dig her claws into her tail and pull herself up onto her back where she'd sink her fangs into Cassidy's fat rump.
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Post by ROBYNASAURUS on Sept 7, 2011 15:05:57 GMT
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OOC. Random cat for the sake of fighting goes for Trixie. Feel free to kill her. Sorry it's sooo crap xD
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The sand cat was barely bigger than large rabbit. Her body lay within the sand of the beach, covered over by the fine grains, completely hidden from view. Who would dream of sending such a kitten into the heat of battle? But kitten she was not. Growth alluded her during her younger years resulting in an incredibly small stature. But for what she lacked in size, she made up for in attitude. Suck them in with her adorable kitten looks then....WHAM! Cut them down where they stood. Laying in wait, she could feel the battle going on around her. Heavy thuds of paws and claws vibrated through the sand, reaching her small body. Still she lay in wait, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Waiting seemed like an eternity, but she never flinched, laying perfectly still in wait. The lighter footsteps of the Saluki on the sand vibrated down to her. The hairs on her back stood on end as she felt the dog standing right above her. This would be her chance. Thrusting herself upwards, she erupted from the sand like a rocket, breaking onto the surface directly underneath Trixie. "Take this, dog!" she squealed in such a high pitch shrill that the words were almost incoherent. Raising her paw, claws extended, she brought it down across the Saluki's underbelly. Rolling out swiftly from underneath her, the sand cat readied her stance in front of Trixie, a wide smirk plastered across her face, ready for the next attack.
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Post by flit on Sept 8, 2011 0:13:28 GMT
His ears shot straight up as a roar echoed forth towards the group. Blitzen looked at the others as he kept walking, waiting to see their reaction to this predicament. A score of felines then began to run towards them and he knew what would come soon. Blood would spill and orders would soon be given out. From the reactions he was seeing around him, this wasn't something anyone had thought would happen. And why would anyone think about this? Oh, maybe just because a war was about to happen. Felines weren't as stupid as some might imagine, but apparently everyone had misjudged this move by them.
Blitzen's eyes took in the form of a white male lion running at them along with his legion and his body quivered. They couldn't just stand here! The cats sprang at their little group and finally the order was given. Mercury wanted them to follow him, fight, and drag the cats with them. Easy enough. He barked understanding and began to make his way down the beach, noticing that no cat had gone to intervene him. What was wrong with these cats? Letting a full grown Old English brute descend past their attack lines wasn't really a good idea.
Well after that brief thought a furious brown tabby ran towards him out of nowwhere. Remembering the order, Blitzen ran past him and kicked him hard enough to send him sprawling on the ground. It yowled in protest and quickly got back onto it's paws before spinning towards him, preparing to latch onto his fur. His dopey eyes looked at it as if to say, 'really?'. The dog stood there on the beach ground awaiting the prickling of claws in his flesh. Well he most certainly did a moment later and his maw opened and chomped on the back of the cat, throwing it rather close to the scuffle a few lengths away with Isis.
The cat looked didn't even take a look at the two scuffling cats as it got up and ran towards Blitzen once more. He trotted towards the cat, making his way further up the beach.
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