Totally Spies [SCAVENGERS + PRIDE]

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IMAGINE AWESOME INTRODUCTION HERE
Will follow when Tachi doesn't have to hurry out the door

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Thread information:
In this thread a group of Scavengers is going to attempt to infiltrate the Hospital now that the majority of the Iris Pride is off to fight Tempest.

Leaders: Maestro + Lilith as 2nd in command

Members:
Scavengers: Jade, K9, Quinn, Dasher, Leopold.
Any Iris Pride member who wants to participate as a guard of the Hospital, though a character can only participate in either the battle thread or this one. There’ll obviously be NPC guards as well.
Any prisoner of the Iris Pride held in the cells at the hospital.
Florence x Panja cubs and other juveniles who aren’t old enough to participate in the fight.


- Cheers!



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[Hunter]

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/2cdc08h.jpg] Quinn trotted up the staircase with some of the other Scavengers. They were sent to the Hospital, away from the big fight in Straight Bit, because they had another mission to complete. They had to free the prisoners of the Iris Pride. The Great Dane knew he wouldn’t like the sight he was about to see – the canines would’ve been tortured the worst ways possible and if they didn’t already have suffered physically, they would certainly had suffered mentally. Many of these canines would never be what they’d been before they’d been caged up in the hospital. The cells were located on the top floor which they now had reached. He stood in the corridor and looked down the hall where numerous of identical doors were lined up. Behind many of these doors, a prisoner would be found. And they were here to free them. Many felines were already off to fight the Tempest Pack and the rest of the Scavengers, but a few guards were still here. A Bobcat patrolled on this floor and as she saw the canines, she started to yowl out, but Quinn dashed forward to silent the silly feline. He was much bigger and stronger than the young feline who tried to fight back – but she only managed to give him a few scratches on his chest before he broke her neck. Quinn growled slightly. She’d been pathetic – inexperienced as a fighter. He looked on the others. ”I think we might better do this fast, guys. Other guards might have heard her yowl, and I’m not sure whether or not the prisoners here are able to fight – many of them might be seriously injured.” His deep voice slightly echoed down the now empty hallway. But he knew that it was only a matter of time before other felines might appear. Without second thought, the Great Dane ran to one of the doors, forcing it open with his body and looked into the cell. ((OOC: If you want Mac, Rikki can be in the cell Quinn opened. I know this is a crappy post, but I didn’t know how else to make it, and I thought it was about time to make one in here :b ))

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/308ihbq.jpg] Rikki lay on the hard, cold concrete, her breath coming in harsh rasps. It had been a week since she had been tortured, and every part of her body hurt. Her paws were the worst; they had only just begun to heal from being ripped off, and it still hurt to walk. After the two lions and two lionesses had left her, she’d collapsed on the floor, unconscious for the best part of a day. When she had woken and attempted to rise, too things stopped her: the fact that it made the room spin, and that to attempt walking was to cause herself indescribable agony. She’d had to wait several hours before dragging herself over to the remains of her water supply and lick it dry. Then, all she had to do was lick the blood off her wounds and wait. Thankfully for her, it rained two days after; by then her mouth was parched and she didn’t think she could last much longer; while the rain was still pounding on the rooftops, she had lugged her body over to the dip in the ground and drank, ignoring the rain that fell on her head as she did so. It had been like heaven to the Arctic Wolf’s swollen throat, and once she had drunk her fill, she lay down next to her pitiable water supply, tended to her wounds for a short time, and slept.When she awoke again it was dark, and she found that some feline had tossed a day-old dead rat into her cell. She ate it as slowly as she could, though it was hard when she was literally starving. Hoping that the tiny meal would help her body to heal her wounds, she drank some more water and slept once more. He will come, she told herself as she drifted into sleep, attempting to comfort herself. He will. They will. And with that, she fell into a deep, long sleep, not awakening until after midday on the seventh day after her torture, to the sounds of excited feline voices, which gradually faded as the day got older. She could tell that they were preparing to leave; it sounded as if there would be a battle. It was just before dusk when Rikki heard a noise that was out of place. There was a challenging yowl from a guard in the corridor; it was cut off abruptly with little ceremony. Instantly alert, she pricked up her ears and listened. Yes, there was the familiar sound of pawsteps coming towards her, but there was something different about them- there was a steady click, click, click of blunt claws on the concrete floor. Canines. In the hospital. Her heart raced and a twinge of hope swelled inside it. After all this time - more than two years - was she really about to be rescued? Making an effort, she pushed upwards with her front paws, wincing at the pain, and rose. Leaning agaist the wall, she stared at the closed door, willing it to open. Her brown eyes, which had dulled in the past few days, were bright with hope once more. Straining all her senses, she waited. The ivory canine's patience was rewarded; there was a bang and the door opened at a crazy angle. The space it had occupied was filled by the head and neck of a Great Dane. There were glasses perched on his head and a bandanna around his thick neck, which made him seem less threatening, which would be the downfall of any canine he came across. Still with her skeletal body braced against the back wall of the room, Rikki gazed at him and asked him the only question she could think of, in a voice husky from disuse, "How did you get in here?"

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[trau]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/11m54ps.jpg] [scrolly:h(341),w(340),sy] "Talk." Gawk. Walk. A little slap of a paw on the floor was the only sound to be heard - for the moment. Laptop was one of a handful of felines sitting up in the top floor of the hospital, guarding the prisoners while the rest of the Pride was off to fight. Laptop's wide yellow eyes were trained on something that no one else could see: a sparkle. He sat at the very end of the corridor, cloaked in the shadows created by the connection of the walls. The sparkles were that much more visible then. They made his wide eyes flicker and light up and fade as they spotted each little moving glint of light. He was always this distracted, especially when every move he made caused even more sparkles to appear. Many of the guards up here commented that he was the least productive guard, but he didn't mind; he knew he wasn't very productive. "Today's boring..." You're better off here than at the fight, you know, Lappers, Laptop responded in his own head. The Burmese mix blinked and immediately a small flood of golden glitter flooded out and rolled across the floor, flitting through the air before fading off. "I guess I am," he murmured. "I'd be terrified if I were the other felines." A cat snarled out from down the hall, "Shut the hell up, you annoying little prick!" Laptop wrinkled his nose distastefully and mumbled, "I love you, too." He shrugged, watching the sparkles as they moved around; he swatted lazily at another sparkle, and then, suddenly, a bobcat who Laptop knew as Shiva perked up her ears and stared down the stairwell. The domestic tom, too, lifted his head, staring off in her direction; she seemed startled for a second, letting out a yowl, and then suddenly Laptop saw what had alerted her. A massive dog adorned with rainbowy shades and a bandana tightly tied around his neck suddenly leaped up from the stairs to attack Shiva. She fought to the best of her meager ability, but she quickly fell to the Great Dane's crushing paws. Laptop cowered back into the shadows, biting his tongue hard to keep himself from letting out a fearful cry. However, what did escape him was a conversation: he was talking to himself without even realizing it. "Oh, shit. Oh, shoot... Why am I here? At least if I were at the battlegrounds, I could avoid a fight... Oh, shoot, shoot, shoot!" The Great Dane suddenly rammed himself into the first door, throwing it open. Laptop realized what he was here to do: he was going to free the prisoners. Calm down, Laptop! It's okay. "It is not okay, stupid! There's a freaking dog in the hospital!" Then, dread settled in the pit of his belly. It was more than one dog; a few others came up from the stairs, making Laptop let out a small whine as he cowered further. He was surprised that none of them had seen him by now; he did blend in with the shadows surrounding him quite well. You fool! Don't be a coward. You're a member of the Iris Pride; do your duty and defend what is yours! Laptop hesitated. "But... I might die!" He responded as a snarl, That's what loyalty is. Others have died for you; it's your turn to die for them! With that, Laptop leaped out of the shadows, letting out a pathetic yowl. "H-hey! You leave our scum alone!" You have no plan of action. What are you going to do, chase sparkles until your enemies die of laughter? "Shut up," Laptop whined. "I'll figure something out..." He looked up, staring at his enemies and trying uselessly to ignore the sparkles around him. Maybe chasing sparkles was his only option... At least he'd be distracted when they snapped him in half like a little stick. Laptop made a run at the Great Dane and leaped for him, attempting to land on his back and grab on for dear life. [/scrolly]

[xarkla]

Her fur was arched upon her hackles as two toned eyes looked around the filthy building. It was expected that the disgusting felines would own such a trashy place. Then again this was where the prisoners were kept. Plant breath was ahead of her as she was chosen as second of command in her group. It was time for the husky to shine. Even if it wasn't out on the battle field. She watched as the Great Dane rammed open a cell to reveal a scrawny white wolf. Lilith growled softly as the bitch stood to ask questions. What this such a time to do a stupid thing? Hell no. "This isn't the time for fucking questions. Get your ass out of here before we leave you behind!" Her growl was fierce as she shoved past Plant breath, hackles rising as her eyes were glinting with the lust for blood. She was in the mood to kill.

The bitch turned her attention to a yowl from her enemy. The small feline jumped out from the shadows, now aiming at her as she had gotten in the way. Snorting at the size of this opponent, she swung out a paw at the cat's skull. Lilith would just have to knock away this pathetic creature and finish him off. Was this seriously the feline they had left to guard their prisoners? How sad. The female's thoughts traveled to Trixie. The slut who couldn't keep her paws off any male. What a sad sight she was. Shaking her skull the bitch focused back to the present time. Her eyes focused on this shrimp trying to attack her.

[♥Picasso]

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/167uwox.jpg,true] "Speech" ooc; this will be a short post just to situate the floranja cubs The rooftops were cold. Shivering as the rain started to fall on the small cub, Denim clambered towards the edge of the roof to look out at the city. They were large cubs, however not large enough to fend for themselves. Denim was still the smallest out of his siblings as he was the runt, but at such a young age he didn't pay much heed to the size he was. Once he's older, he'd find it a weakness. Not yet. Gazing up at the sky, he watched as it gradually got darker and darker, the sunlight fading over the horizon. Mother had said she would be back in a few hours, once she rid the city of scum. Denim was well aware of his mother's hatred of dogs, yet Denim had never seen a dog before. He was always curious as to how they could be so hateful. What was wrong with them. Frowning, he narrowed his eyes at the horizon. If he really concentrated, he thought he could hear a roar. Shuddering, Denim turned back to look at his siblings. As much as Denim wanted to leave the safety of the rooftop and explore, he knew his energy would run out and he would be left stranded in the middle of nowhere. He wasn't a fool. Closing his eyes, Denim let out a little shiver, before padding back to the other cubs to keep warm. He just hoped his parents would be back soon. As much as his mother frightened him, she would provide warmth and comfort to everyone. Little did Denim know that they were in grave danger.

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[Hunter]

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/2cdc08h.jpg] The stench inside the cell was terrible and it was almost in complete darkness. How could anyone have lived in here? Quinn then realized that the cell wasn’t empty. A white creature stood in the back of the cell. When his eyes had adjusted to the darkness, he saw that the white creature was an Arctic Wolf. ”How did you get in here?” she asked. Her husky voice sounded like it hadn’t been used for some time and he was sure he could trace some pain in it too. It wouldn’t surprise him. The Iris Pride had most likely been harsh to her. They were like that with any canine. Lilith then came into action – not that it was useful at all. She growled at the wolf inside the cell without even helping her at all. ”You could at least look for other prisoners, Lilith,” Quinn said darkly. Normally he was a happy and gentle dog, but right now they needed to get out of here as quick as possible and with all the canines caged up here in the hospital. They didn’t have much time to waste. He stepped into the cell to stand beside the white wolf. She was tiny was a skeleton and he could now see more scars on her body than he liked. How long had she been here? He didn’t know if she could stand without leaning against something, and that was why he’d stepped into the disgusting cell in the first place. ”Here, lean on me. We’ll get you out of here.” His voice was calm, helpful. Who knew for how long she’d had to help herself both physically and mentally? For how long had her survival in here not depended on her own will to live? He wasn’t sure if he even wanted to think about it. He saw all the cadavers of too small, long eaten meals. No wonder why she was so thin. ”My name is Quinn,” he said, knowing very well that the fact wouldn’t chance anything, but he wanted the white wolf to know that she could rely on him. On any of them. This was the time for her and everyone else in here to get out. He then heard the yowl of a cat. A guard? Quinn growled. Would more guards show up soon? Most likely, and he wasn’t pleased by that. Most of the felines would of course be off in the big battle, but some would have to stay here to guard the prisoners. The snort from Lilith outside in the hallway told him that this guard wasn’t much of an opponent and for that Quinn was glad. But who knew if others were coming? ((OOC: Are the Scavengers going to kidnap Florence's cubs or something?))

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/2qbetnd.jpg] It was cold. Nebula shivered as she lay between two of her three brothers, the top of her head and most of her back damp from the rain. Glancing up to the distant horizon, she wondered how Mother was getting on and whether Father was with him. It had made her smile to her her mother say that she was going to get rid of the scum, the canines, once and for all. Once, curious, she had asked exactly what they looked like, and her mother had told her: in comparison to a fully grown lion or lioness, even the largest of them were puny and weak. They often had fur that stank, as they chose to bathe themselves in water rather than washing themselves. The white cub wondered why they would want to immerse themselves in water, at any rate, when they could lick themselves clean. Then again, maybe they were too stupid to know how to. Canines also had blunt claws, ones that they could not retract. Pitiful, she thought to herself. We felines really are superior to them in every way imaginable. She smirked, her body shaking with silent laughter. It just was so laughable that the dogs thought they could fight and win, against such odds. Why not just give up and surrender now? Deciding that she wanted to be somewhere else, anywhere except up here in the rain, she yawned and got to her paws, prodding her brothers with a playful paw and called, "Come on, let's go and find something to do, at least until Mother gets back!" Now that she thought about it, exploring the hospital was an exciting prospect. Never one to openly show impatience, she scanned their surroundings as she waited for her siblings to respond. Straining her senses, she swore that she could hear a few snatches of sound from the direction of the battle. Idly, she turned back to see if her siblings were properly awake yet, wondering what it would be like to fight in a battle against those loathsome creatures. It made her want to see one, and Mother had promised that they would, once they were old enough. Nebula wasn't to know that the four lion cubs would see a canine sooner than they'd ever imagined.

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[SMIFFAGRIFF]

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[atrb=background,http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g399/SmiffDemon/fletcher2.png] He'd felt better than he had in months. Fletcher had finally come somewhat out of his shell since he'd gotten a chance to taste a dog's blood again. The cries of pain that white wolf bitch had cried were music to his ears, cutting deep into his soul and rekindling his passion. He was back - and goddamn, he was ready to prove to this pride that he deserved respect - not because of his relation to Florence... but because he was powerful. Crippled, yes, but unstoppable. A low rumbling growl worked its way from his throat as a racket awoke him from his his restful state. He lifted his head and squinted his eyes at the corridor, getting to his feet at once when a series of barks alerted him to the dogs. "They have spirit, walking into this hospital," he grumbled, limping towards the sounds. It seemed, however, that the battle was taking place in the very cell that had brought him back to life. "How... ironic..." He came to stand in front of the door in time to block off Lillith and Quinn. He recognized the small tom that had leapt into the fight already, Laptop. The crazy cat was at least loyal, which was something Fletcher found respectable enough to help him kill these damned canines. With a mighty roar, he sauntered into the room, eyes flashing with delight. Oh... this was gonna be great. "Dogs, dogs, dogs.... you've come to rescue that vermin in the corner?" He sneered. "I suggest you focus on rescuing yourselves!" and with that the lion unsheathed his claws and ran forward with a surprising amount of speed for someone disabled. His front paw had been mutilated, yes... and it was quite a ghastly sight to behold... but his back legs were just as powerful as before, and he was good at jumping. All he had to do was sit on one of these dogs and they'd suffocate, most likely... but where was the fun in that?

[Zen]

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/2rxfezc.jpg] His paws were shaking uncontrollably. Not just from the bitter chill of the night air, but from fear. He could hear dogs and cats fighting in the building underneath them, muffled growling and hissing joined together to make one horrible sound that Alex couldn’t ignore no matter how much he wanted to. The thing Mother and Father called war was happening. It was happening so close. His brother Denim seemed restless, pacing along the rooftop. Alex watched him, his small blue eyes wide and unblinking, wanting to speak and comfort him but not able to form the right words. It felt like any second one of those dogs, those monsters, would jump out of the darkness to snatch and gobble them up. That’s what dogs did. They preyed on innocent cubs because they were evil, and Mother was out there protecting him and his brothers and sister from the monsters. As long as the four of them stuck together, they would be safe. Being the oldest Alexander naturally felt protective of his siblings, so it was up to him to act brave and strong for their sake. Denim could be scared, he was the smallest. But not Alex. He was supposed to set the example and be calm, like Panja had told him to do. Be brave for your siblings. The little white lion smiled to himself and hunkered down against the other cubs’ soft fur. It wouldn’t be long until their parents returned with the rest of the pride, then they could get off this roof and go back to playing. Everything would be alright. He craned his neck backwards to look at his only sister. Her sleek white fur was glowing in the moonlight just like his, while Denim and Orbit with their ordinary brown coats could barely be seen in the darkness. Those two were safer from the dogs, whose night vision was weaker compared to cats. But he and Nebula…they might as well have been wearing giant neon signs that said ‘eat me.’ Alex felt another twinge of fear and almost wanted to swat at his sister for being dumb. “We can’t leave, Nebs!” he whispered loudly. “There are dogs all over the place. I’m not gonna be eaten ‘cause of you.” Girls were so stupid sometimes.

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/308ihbq.jpg] Rikki pricked her ears as she scented the other canines in the corridor. There were seven enough of them, a small number, but large enough to do great damage to the forces that Florence had left behind in the hospital and get away mostly unscathed. At least, that was what she hoped. Turning her attention to the Great Dane, she was startled as one of the other dogs, a big-mouthed husky, replied to her question, "This isn't the time for fucking questions. Get your ass out of here before we leave you behind!" Narrowing her eyes slightly, the she-wolf replied, an edge to her voice."I'm coming, but I warn you, I might not be able to make it far." In fact, she was almost certain that she would barely be able to manage the walk down the corridor. I don't want to be a burden to these dogs, she thought anxiously. It was laughable, really, the fact that she was finally being rescued, and all she could worry about was whether she would hamper their progress or not. The Arctic Wolf just stopped herself from laughing; she didn't want them to think she was crazy, though she wasn't certain herself that she was entirely sane. She looked around one last time at the cell that she'd spend countless days in, before turning back to the Great Dane. He was saying something to the husky; he sounded reproving. All their voices sounded distant; the female’s, with its arrogant tone, had sounded the least so. Nevertheless, she felt strange, talking to creatures who didn’t want to hurt her. Something inside her screamed, it’s better to stay here; these dogs could be intending to hurt you. It would be kinder to yourself to face the devil you know rather than the devil you don’t. Shaking her head as if to clear it of the insane fear that clung to her soul as a cobweb clings to a tree-branch, Rikki listened as the Great Dane spoke to her, walking into the cell to stand beside her. ”Here, lean on me. We’ll get you out of here.”

[/i] His voice was serene and reassuring, and even though part of her was telling her to recoil, to not even let herself trust him, she nodded. She had begun the long, painful task of moving the few inches to lean on him when he told her his name. Quinn. Well, it sounded friendly, at least. Clenching her teeth to stop herself from crying out as she pressed down on her still-raw pawpads, she transferred her weight so that she was leaning against his flank. Her voice still raw, she replied, “I’m Rikki.” Well, that was it. He knew her name, and she knew his. Leaning against his blocky body, she closed her eyes as glittery particles floated before her eyes. If she made it out of here, she would be free. Cocking her head, she heard sounds of a fight from outside. Suddenly, two thoughts came to her clouded mind. Where is Gravity? Is he alive? An image of the timber wolf flashed before her mind, of him when she had left the Tempest Pack. Maybe these canine knew of his whereabouts. Then again, maybe not, but there was no harm in trying. She was about to ask this of Quinn when a familiar voice sounded and its owner entered the room.

Rikki felt fury well up within her tortured soul as she gazed at Fletcher. She was so close to escaping, and he, of all creatures, was going to try to kill her rescuers? She knew, with despairing certainty, that if he succeeded in killing the two dogs, she would be done for. He would not scruple to kill her, too; who would care if another Scum died? Her eyes blazing, she stood away from the Great Dane to give him space, her emaciated body falling against the wall once more. Then the crippled lion ran at the two dogs. Fustrated with how frail torture and malnourishment had made her, the she-wolf watched helplessly. With too little strength to attempt to fight the lion, she shouted at him, her voice stronger than it had been in months. “Leave them alone, cat!” It was a pathetic thing to say at time such as this, she knew, but perhaps it would distract Fletcher, giving Lilith and Quinn time to react.[/font][/justify][/size][/blockquote][/color][/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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[Jay]

Jade darted into the hospital quietly as possible, she'd fallen behind Quinn and Lilith by accident, and was apparently arriving late, as she ascended the stairs she could hear voices other than the great dane and the husky. She ran to the hallway, skidding to a stop momentarily as she spotted Quinn ramming open a cell. She looked around, watching as Lilith began to take care of the smaller cat that was attempting to defend the Hospital, but the real threat seemed to be the lion who approached them, limping.
"Dogs, dogs, dogs.... you've come to rescue that vermin in the corner?" He sneered. "I suggest you focus on rescuing yourselves!" and with that the lion unsheathed his claws and ran forward with a surprising amount of speed for someone disabled. His front paw had been mutilated horribly, but he was obviously a threat. Jade growled, unsure on whether or not to continue with her assigned mission of kindnapping Florence's cubs or helping her packmates and the prisoner they had endeavored to release.

While deciding, she made use of herself, tossing aside cats coming down the stairs. She turned to look at the pair, growling as she thought, Quinn was busy holding up the white wolf, Rikki she'd called herself, and even Lilith, with her insanity and strength combined, couldn't take on a full grown lion alone. This descision didn't take long, maybe a few seconds. She darted over, placing herself in the space left between the lion and her comrades.
"I'd worry about saving your own furry butt, you flithy feline scumbag!" She snarled, hackles raised and fangs showing, somehow managing to, despite being a poodle, look intimidating.

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/977mdg.jpg] "Speech" Thoughts Actions The rain pattered against the rooftop, which offered little shelter to the lion cubs positioned on it. Fat raindrops carved wet paths in the lion cub's fur, leaving it damp and heavy.Orbit's eyes blinked open, and his little head shifted from where it had laid helpless against his paws. He felt refreshed, as he always did upon waking. The feeling was always dreadfully short lived, but he relished the time he had with it. The cub blinked his hazy, distorted eyes. He fancied he had seen a cat there moments before, just out of his reach, but after blinking a few times had found it was only a lingering remnant of his fitful dreams. He sighed and shifted again, craning his head up over the bodies of his siblings. They all seem to have woken sooner than him, which was not a surprise. Orbit sighed in irritation. He hated that. he hated how he had fallen prey to those moments where he had inevitably shifted to slumber and his siblings had not. He felt weak, stupid, unworthy, A growl crawled up into his throat but he bit it back. They were all on edge. He could tell by the way they glanced forlornly at the hospital room. Orbit too could hear the cry of the battle nearby, the occasional screech of a creature as it's limbs were wrenched apart. Mother had told them about canines, about how much she detested them. Orbit shrugged. he himself did not see what sprung such an anger from her. They were nuisances, and to be honest, Orbit wondered how they had even survived this long. Had he been born a canine he surely would not have been able to live knowing felines roamed, powerful and skilled, on the same earth. He smirked playfully at the thought. Stupid dogs. They don't deserve to be killed by us. Why not just kill themselves? Make the job easier?" He muttered, a mischievous grin playing against his features. He nudged one of his siblings playfully. "Come on, let's go and find something to do, at least until Mother gets back!" Nebula called suddenly, mirroring Orbit's thoughts. He rose onto his clumsy paws, feeling the weight of his drowsy limbs dragging him down. He shook himself and stretched luxuriously. "I'm game." He murmured, smiling mischievously once more. Oh the satisfaction he got from the scolding he received from his parents. Sure, he wasn't one who liked a good lashing, but he felt as if when he was reprimanded that his parents noticed him more. He liked that feeling. Alexander, the eldest of them and the next heir, had become their leader of sorts. At least, that was how it seemed. Of course, he rejected the idea, mewing in a whisper “We can’t leave, Nebs!There are dogs all over the place. I’m not gonna be eaten ‘cause of you.” Orbit's brow furrowed, and he stuck out his lip in mock sadness. "Aww c'mon Alex. Only for a look. No one has to know about it."

[/color] His lip curled into a sly smile and he added "You're not afraid, are ya?"[/color] There was a definite challenge in his gaze, until he had to pause a moment to shake the water form his now darkened and soaked pelt.

Orbit could feel his eyes already growing heavy again, and he forced them open. he could keep it that way for a little while, long enough for him to get a peak at the hospital. He craned his neck, his ears swiveled forward, listening for the sounds of battle. His paws itched anxiously to see the fight. "C'mon jus' a lil peak won't hurt..." He muttered, his brown eyes shifting restlessly.
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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/2qiz6yt.jpg] Watch my moves! Read my mind! Hear my voice! Step. Listen. Glance. Step. Listen. Freeze. Breath. A claw flew at his face with sickening speed. The silence of being alone and the furry of an attacking feline practically shared a moment. The savage cat's razor sharp claws shaved K9's cheek; he felt the hairs being pulled from his muzzle. His mouth caught the tail of the feline. A jerk of his head and whip of his neck slammed the rodent into the corner from where it had spooked him. Blood poured from it's ears, and K9 examined it's cracked skull. Finished. He returned the the aching slow pace of stealthy movements. Concentrating on moving without sound, breathing without sound, being present without being presented. It had always been his least favorite part of battle. He couldn't help but feel like his head was fogged. The melodramatic tensity of every passing moment was intoxicating. Whereas normally his mind would easily ignored his form's own shadow, or the sound of dust moving beneath his paws, it now all rang so loud and clear that his head throbbed. His own shadow was a constant haunting site of movement in the outer field of his vision. All he could do was focus ahead, and fight the urge to scream out and just let their presence be known. It was foolish to think they could really go through this without a fight, after all. A large part of him just wanted to see it over with. His comrades were just ahead of him, taking care of small feline guards as they went, like picking up trash along their path. Quinn came to be the first to open a cell door, and let free the ghost of what once was a strong female wolf. K9 instantly switched off the tidal wave of pitty that normally ripped through anyone who saw what his eyes were seeing. There would be time for indignation and outrage later. His nose was at constant work, scenting for something in particular. Felines, well that stink was everywhere, along with Iris musk, but he wanted to smell out particular Iris. Cubs, the leader's cubs. They were here, somewhere, and he needed to find them. Nothing, so far. He stopped working with his nose and went back to his eyes when the scent of lion was so strong his head spun. Of course, there would be no middle ground, would there? Small cats, easily disposed of, and then a God forsaken lion. No bobcats, Ocelots, or even cougars? A lion bigger than the largest of their group, by at least double, just had to come bounding down the hallway, claws unsheathed and teeth barred. Threatening words and declarations of imminent doom were shared, as was the habit of animals in battle, it seemed. He shot a surprised glance at the tormented wolf. He couldn't fathom why she would draw attention to herself like that. K9 had never been one to have a chat with his opponent before an attack. Jade, bless her soul, quite literally threw herself between the lion and her companions. K9 had to admit he liked the poodle. Nothing about her seemed to be for her own glory. He feared that she didn't realize just how real and swift death was. It was time to get gritty. His teeth gleamed between his pulled back lips, as a savage growl ripped from his throat. He quickly came to stand at Jade's side, the two of them now the closest targets of a large pissed lion. His voice was strained and hushed. He was thankful that the lion was just out of earshot of his whispers, whereas the other canines stood close. "If we all come from the front, we'll be swatted down like flies. Whoever hear is swiftest will need to slip around to his flank, it's our only chance. The hallway greatly diminishes the power of our outnumbering him." K9's eyes never left their opponent. Thankfully the lion seemed to be in a mood to let the fight drag out, so he might not make the first attack. Of course, not one of them could be sure. This was not going to be easy. It wasn't that he didn't expect it to be hard, but he couldn't deny that his pride had hoped for a demise a tad more unique than this. Batted down by a lion in a hallway, after releasing one prisoner. Just sad, if you asked him.

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/167uwox.jpg,true] Denim narrowed his eyes when he listened to the growls and hisses from right beneath them. He pressed his tawny face against the ground, flattening his ears in hope that he could somehow hear something, anything. He was sure he heard a lion's roar, but it was so muffled that it was near-impossible to distinguish whether it was his father, or another male in their Pride. He sighed and stared up at the blackened clouds. It looked as though the rain would never end. Great. Huffing to himself, he scooted a little closer to his siblings. As much as his paws itched to do what Nebula and Orbit wanted to do; explore, do something exciting, Deni was scared that the dogs that had infiltrated the hospital would find them and kill them. They were still useless. Their teeth couldn't even bite into the meat that their mother supplied to them! Their claws were still blunt and unusable. It was worse for Denim. He hated that he was the smallest, and probably always would be the smallest. Shivering a little as the rain began sinking into his skin, he sat on his haunches and watched his other siblings. Alexander was always the voice of reason. He was the bravest and the most sensible. Only because he's first in line to the Iris Pride, and he has to be sensible to succeed. Denim, on the other hand, doesn't want anything to do with his siblings. He's more of an individual, and would rather have been born an only-cub. He may be second-in-line to the Iris Pride, but Denim had been told by his parents that he could always advo- advoc- advocate. He could give up his leadership of the Iris Pride, and then his other two siblings could get the chance to lead. Denim didn't want to be a leader. He wasn't strong, he wasn't his parents, and never would be. "Our parents are putting their lives at risk, and you want to explore the hospital that those dogs are inside right now?" Denim asked incredulously, "I like an adventure, but they are fighting only a few floors below us." He narrowed his eyes at Orbit, who was trying to tease Alex into getting to go with them, "You three can go, but I'm staying here, where it's safe." He said, lying down and curling up into a ball.

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