A Feast for Crows [BIG BATTLE]

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/b4x7ur.jpg] The armies has gathered. Florence turned her head and jerked her head. Many of the cats scattered, heading around behind the Tempest Pack to attack from behind at her signal. It would hopefully catch the dogs by surprise when they realise that not only do they have to look in front of them, but they have to keep an eye on behind. Tightening her jaw, she stepped to the very ledge of the rooftop and gazed down at the dogs. Every clever little doggy, lined up, ready to give their life for the cats. Smirking, she lifted her gaze to Gravity, her eyes smoldering with anger and hate. She would make Gravity suffer for everything, for his own existence. As much as she wanted to take Gravity and Brooke back to the Hospital and torture their souls out, she had wasted too many missed opportunities. Each time they had been rescued, and Florence didn't want to make the same mistake again. Taking a deep breath, Florence gazed up at the sky. It was beginning to spot with rain, the droplets grazing her muzzle and dripping down her fur. Perhaps it would warp into a storm. The weather seemed fitting for the day the dogs were going to die. She quickly looked over at her cats, making sure they were ready, before gazing back at the dogs. Finally, she tensed her body and parted her lips. After a few deep breaths, Florence let a loud roar tumble from her lips, reverberating against every building on Straight Bit. It could perhaps be heard for miles on end. The roar shook and rattled at her bones, before she took another sharp intake of breath and roared loudly, "Attack!" And with that, her Pride began moving, ascending on the dogs with blood lust in their eyes. Florence watched for a few seconds as the cats flowed past her, ranging from a large tiger to a tiny house cat. All cats wanting the same; dogs to be dead. Florence finally started moving, jumping from the rooftop to a convenient balcony. She then took the last leap onto the tarmac of Straight Bit and faced the dogs head on. Already she could see dogs and cats mixed up in the fight, snapping their jaws, lashing their claws. Florence snarled, hissed, before running towards the most convenient dog she could find. She paid no heed to the appearance of the dog, only that he was canine, and therefore he must die. Smirking, Florence leaped at him, front two legs outstretched, claws unsheathed and jaw wide. She wanted to tear his throat out, she wanted to taste his metallic blood, she wanted to watch him whimper and whine in his last few breaths. This was going to be a fun few hours.

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/2ls7193.png] Vagabond waited, for a further few minutes. He was positioned in the front ranks; he didn't want to miss out on the action when it started. Looking around again, he could identify some of his fellow Scavengers: Fenris, Dawn, Autumn, and Arabella. Some of them would die today; if they were lucky, some of them would live. But this wasn't about living. This was about getting rid of the pesky felines, and if some canines had to die in the process, which they did, there was nothing to be done. There was nothing that could or would be done, no matter how heartless it sounded. The little dog could sense that everybody was on edge, waiting for a signal for one of the leaders. Waiting, be it eagerly or apprehensively, for the battle to begin. The battle that promised, inevitably, to be a bloodbath. Finally, after what seemed like a million years, the lioness, Florence, roared, "Attack!" The French Bulldog, his eyes glazed with bloodlust, headed for the first feline he saw: a large, striped female, perched on a rooftop, possibly a cheetah or leopard of some kind. Quite frankly, Vagabond didn't care. Lion. tiger, cheetah, leopard, they were all just felines to him. Just managing to jump onto a dumpster and from there onto a window ledge, he latched his paws over the edge of the roof and hauled himself up, not bothering to check himself as he lunged at the feline. Today, the cats were going down.

[Mika]

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[atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/2zekl85.png] "Speech." Thoughts. Actions. He was quickly growing impatient, he was lifting his paws left and right a few inches off the ground. He was fighting the urge to race forward and seize a feline in his jaws despite the possibility of angry looks from his leaders. He wanted to see blood and intestines on the ground not spend forever listening to speeches. A dog much smaller than himself boldly yelled across the Straight Bit at their foolish enemies and he chuckled darkly at the words of the small canines in front of him. It seemed as if hours had passed as he and his pack waited and he managed to stop shuffling his feet. It was already starting to rain before Florence finally roared. "Attack!" Argos charged forward with his pack mates, blood lust clearly visible in his eyes and his tongue hanging out of mouth as he ran as if this was all just a game. He leaped forward into a group of felines and his forepaws landed on a house cats ribcage and lungs. A surprised caracal bumped into one of his forelegs and before it had a chance do do anything he bent his head down and clamped his jaws shut around his spine. It released a yowl of immense pain then Argos tossed the paralyzed cat back toward his comrades yowling and flailing through the air. He turned his attention back to the cats and lurched forward at a cougar and clamped his jaws into his face. The cougar dug his claws into his shoulders and tried to shake his face out of his enemy's jaws.

Juliet looked calm while she waited for a signal for the battle to start, but she was both nervous and excited. Nervous about dieing either at a cats claws or from wounds that don't heal properly, excited that she was a part of an event like this. Hopefully this wouldn't be her last.

Moments seemed to pass, a command was yelled and the bloodbath could finally start. Juliet ran forward as quickly as she could outrunning most of the other canines as well. She jumped over a house cat that tried to swipe at her as she ran toward it. She landed behind it, turned and quickly and easily pinned it to the ground and bit into its jugular.

She turned again in time for a young lynx to rake its claws across her face and muzzle. The lynx leapt forward and bit into her shoulder while Juliet reached for the back of his neck.

[ROBYNASAURUS]

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[atrb=background,http://img689.imageshack.us/img689/6064/arabellabackground.jpg] The concrete of the old broken pavement was cold against her paws. A bitter wind ruffled her thick furry coat but inside she'd never felt so hot. Her boiling was almost boiling and she could feel the anger, rage and determination building up in side her. Her eyes surveyed the scene infront of her. The road was long and straight. No where to run, no where to hide. The lone lioness could only be Florence, the leader of the Iris pride. How sweet it would be to watch her fall! Hundreds of slitted pupils watched them from road and rooftops. The cats leered down on them. But she wasn't frightened. In fact she had never felt more alive! This was what they had been waiting for, for so long. It wouldn't disappoint. She wouldn't disappoint. Her gaze drifted to Gravity, as it always did. Their fearless leader. Not only did he command the scavengers but with him he had brought the entire Tempest pack to support the cause. He was a true leader and an inspiration. Butterflies fluttered nervously in her stomach as she thought about him and the bloodbath they would create together. But as always Gravity's attention was focused on the battle, not even a look in the collies direction. Her fluffy body was tensed, claws scratching nervously at the ground, waiting for the signal. Ears twitched as she heard the call from the opposite side. "Attack!". The lioness had leapt down from her post, leading her army into the straight bit. Stealing a last look at the wolf, Arabella moved forward. Slow at first, while some other hounds charged in. The brisk walk became a trot. The trot broke into a run. Before long, she was sprinting into the fray, the breeze puffy up her thick fur coat making her look much larger than she was as she honed in on the cats.

[ROBYNASAURUS]

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/29fwaj6.jpg] The battle she had been waiting for had finally arrived yet a deep scowl was plastered across her face even more than usual. The husky hovered at the back of the pack, what you could consider the sidelines. As much as it pained her, angered her, she couldn't fit. Barely having the chance to recover from her previous encounter with the white lioness, the battle would surely be a challenge for her. She paced back and forth in lopsided strides, tail flicking angrily. The pack would take hits and while she wished she could be in there, tearing the feline scum to shreds, with her condition she knew she'd be better off by the side, tending to the casualties they would inevitably suffer. The healers of the pack had urged her to stay at the asylum but there was no way she could leave the pack. She was still a soldier at heart, even if she had lost the rank during her recover and she would not leave them. Icy blue eyes watched on. This would be the time for the revenge both she and Clegane desired. Nemesis focused on the body of the black beauceron as he threw himself into the fray. She had no fear he could take care of himself. A strange sense of dread lingered in the bit of her stomach. Since the accident and recovery, the bond between her and the Hound had grown strong, stirring feelings she had never felt before and now she felt herself worry and pray for his safety. He seemed to disappear in the mash of cats and dogs as Florence had called for the attack but she knew where he would be headed. Glancing across the battle field, she looked for the snow white lioness that had broken her ribs, tore off her partners ear and would soon feel the agony of the dog's sweet revenge.

[¿ Taçhi ?]

OOC: I know this is a bit delayed since Florrie
already sounded the command. But I can't get myself to overlook
this opportunity for another melodramatic Gravy-speech (;

Little emotion flickered across the features of Gravity as he sat next to Brooke, not even when she stood forward to address the Tempest Pack. Her pack. Not a single muscle of his emaciated body moving, the timber wolf might as well have been a statue carved of stone. Only the grey eyes seemed alive in the lifeless mask that was his face, shining with a feverish gleam as they remained focused upon the host of felines that had gathered to oppose them. To his inner ear the sweet siren of battle was singing to him, luring him ever closer as he waited for that moment where he could throw off his shackles and leap into ever-sweet action. He could already hear the crunch of breaking bones, the screams, the taste of blood, raw upon his tongue.

But that time was not now. Not yet. When Brooke softly spoke his name, he felt his head swing around to look at her, a moment almost mechanical as his attention focused with agonizing slowness. His gaze moved from her to sweep over the crowd gathered around them. It was weird walking amongst the Tempest Pack once again. So many familiar faces, so many unknown, and so many missing. He'd spoken a few choice words to some of those he recognized, but generally he had kept his distance. It was better that way. But now they were standing on the edge of battle, and it was time for him to address the ones who had gathered on his and Brooke's command.

The wolf drew himself to his full height, lean body strung like a spring ready to uncoil, as his voice rose to be heard. "Tempest! Some of you know me, some of you don't. Some of you respect me..." his eyes fell to a rest at several faces as they slid over the crowd, "and some of you don't. But that is not important, because today is not about me or the happenings of the past. Today is about the future." he allowed his voice to rise in volume, surprised to find he still had the power to shout up a group as big as this, even though his voice was as raspy as a rock on sandpaper. "Hexasol is a plum ripe for the picking, a city ready to be claimed by whoever has the force to conquer it. Today is the day where we'll show, that the Tempest Pack has the STRENGTH and the WILL to seize this prize!" A ripple of barking and howling followed his last words, and it was with a certain grim satisfaction that Gravity turned away and stepped out of the spotlight.

Such pretty words to inspire them as they marched forward to wrestle with death.

His eyes locked with Brooke's for a moment, and he knew his speech hadn't fooled her. She knew him too well. For him, this wasn't about the future. This was about the past. It was always about the past. His eyes swept from hers to the Scavengers collected close by, and he met their eyes one by one before finally turning his attention back to Brooke. When he spoke in a low voice, it was directed as much to them as to her. "Every single cat of the Iris Pride owes us a debt. For friends lost, for honour spat upon, and for families torn apart. A debt that can only be collected in fire and blood. Let's show those bastards the road to hell." With that he trod over and found his place amongst the few Scavengers he'd chosen to keep by his side today. They were his pack now, at least until the battle was over and their purpose would spirit away like snowflakes in the wind. But today... today they would stand united.

When the roar finally came, the declaration of war uttered by that voice he so despised, Gravity was more than ready. Immediately he exploded into action, running alongside the canines that formed up the first wave of the attack. With a rabid snarl the wolf threw himself into the fray of the battle, his first leap breaking the back of a cat that still had a worn-out collar attached around its neck. A little bell chimed brightly as its shape was crushed against the pavement, but Gravity had already moved on to new adversaries. No war cry escaped the muzzle of the former Warden.

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[atrb=background,http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g399/SmiffDemon/Brooke2.png] "Speech!" Thoughts Actions Brooke had quite honestly tuned out Gravity's speech, not because she didn't care what he had to say (though most of it was motivational lies, much like her own speech), but because someone else had distracted her. Bane... Her Yuuki. Her courageous mate. They had hardly spoken a word to each other since Brooke had assumed command of the pack. No, hardly a whisper. If the pack didn't already know that Addia and Diego were their children, she was sure they wouldn't even realize that they were still a pair. Her love for him had not wavered, but she couldn't bring herself to speak with him in the same way again - and he had paid a toll for it. She could see the hurt and fury radiating off him in waves... and more than anything, she wanted to comfort him right now. Flexing her paws in anticipation, she shot him a glance, wondering if he would understand her unspoken plea: Please, Bane... don't die. When this is over... I'll make it up to you... All my mistakes and- but the sound of battle abruptly cut through her thoughts. At once, she tore her gaze away from her mate and charged forward alongside the former Warden, calling over her shoulder, "Stick in groups of two to three, Tempest! Don't leave anyone behind!" With a snarl, Brooke charged forward like a wild bull, feeling invincible as each and every face of those she had lost passed through her mind: her mother, her siblings, Lyze... her unnamed pups. She leapt, her weight crashing into a Lynx and sending it sprawling to the ground. She wasted no time in clenching her jaws around its small head and biting.... hard. CRACK! Blood oozed from between her teeth as she dropped the now dead feline to the floor. Licking the blood off her lips, she let out another monstrous growl and continued. But these small-fries meant nothing to her. Oh no, she was going for her prize: Florence.

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[fate]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=background,http://i54.tinypic.com/34odlol.jpg] [scrolly:h(350),w(270),sy] "Speech!" Hypnosis was one of the cats that moved when Florence jerked her head, all of the disappearing into shadows. She had jumped on to the next roof before dropping into a dark alley way. Sneaking through the window of an abandoned building, she glided in and out maybe two buildings before she could see the dogs. Only a bit further and she'd be behind them, ready to kill as many as she could. She knew how to easily hit the kill spot and with them not knowing she'd be there or the rest of the signaled cats; the ones in the back didn't stand a chance. Finally, she was in a good position; to the side but far enough back to where they wouldn't see her. She could see other felines, in the shadows across the streets. All of them were ready for battle, they were ready to rip the hearts of every canine here today. Hypnosis was extremely disgusted by the fact that so many worthless canines were in her presence today but this was a battle. A war. Hypnosis believed in the pride she had grown to love, a hundred percent. She had considered the thought of her dying today and while many would be lost today, if she was then she wouldn't be very missed. If that bothered her, she didn't know but she would have no regrets if she died today. She would be dying for something worth dying for; the defeat of the canines. It was then that she heard Florence yell attack and the canine's leaders do the same. Her eyes fell to the other felines in the shadows and as if almost planned perfectly, they emerged at the same time. Hypnosis ran, her eyes locking on two dogs. One lab and a collie, who were closet to her at the moment. They started charging when Hypnosis ran behind them. Hitting the lab with all her might, she then knocked them both over. She instantly barred her teeth, sinking them into the collie's neck and pushing it to the ground. Within seconds the crack of the collie's neck was heard and by then, the lab was on her. She collapsed straight to the ground as he lunged, which threw him completely off balance. Sending him to the ground in a daze, she quickly hurled her body weight on top of him. In a glimpse of all that was happening, she saw the behind cats sweep through the canines. They were about evenly numbered when it came down to it. The canines would die today, they would suffer in extreme pain. The Iris wanted to make sure of that.

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****** these suck but i'm extremely tired.

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/69okxv.jpg] "Speech!" Bane hadn't been paying attention to the speeches being spoken, the complaints and encouragement chants being yelled. He had been in his own little mind of hatred and brokenness; when he felt the stare of his loved one on him. Slowly, his eyes met hers and even though he tried he couldn't show her loving look. All he could give was a plain face. He knew what her look meant, in a weird way. She was asking him not to do anything too stupid, to sacirfice himself today. She loved him still, this gaze reminded him of that. His sweet amada, finally a small look of love took over his face but he quickly shook it off. Did he deserve to give that look anymore? And he couldn't promise that he wouldn't do something stupid because in the state his mind was in. He felt almost suicidal. He kept his gaze cold and hard as Brooke continued to look at him. Nothing but hurt and anger swelled in his heart. Except, he knew that she could see the love in his eyes. Buried beneath all the luggage, she knew his love was still strong. He'd prove it today too. They weren't the same as they were, before he would have been beside her and they would have known they were going to cover each other's backs but now, he wasn't even sure Brooke knew that he would be following her like a hawk. He'd die before she did, he would make sure of that. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if it ended the other way... her dying and him living. When the final word attack came, he watched Brooke's gaze leave him and he became overwhelmed with rage once more. His teeth barred, he ignored Brooke's comment about staying in two's or three's. Once she charged, he had too. Instead of going straight, he curved a bit. Taking a bobcat just a few cats down from where Brooke first killed. His eyes stayed on her and the bobcat, switching carefully to keep a eye on both. He hurled himself at the bobcat. Growling viciously when she swatted him, he finally was able to fit his jaws around her neck. Her paws went all over his body and it felt like daggers in his skin until her body fell limp. He growled, more of a small victory growl before weaving through all the little individual battles between canines and felines. He was keeping his eyes on Brooke, so he needed to move with her and stay close by.

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[tazo]

Dawn stood close to her handsome, strong mate, a million and one thoughts going through her mind at once. She was risking a lot today, she knew. Not only her life, but that of her unborn pups as well. She could feel them move every now and again. In mere weeks from now - if she lived - she would hopefully give birth to beautiful healthy pups. But this was only if she lived. But she knew that there was a good chance that she wouldn't, and at this point she had accepted that.

There were many things that could happen today. The cats could win. By some act of whatever god they believed in, there was a chance that the canines would fall on this day. And Dawn would not raise her pups in a world where cats were, for lack of a better term, the "top dog". She would likely give herself up to one of the cats if that happened and accept her death happily. That, or flee with her mate, if they both lived, to somewhere that the cats would be unable to reach them. Her children would never know felines. They would never be subjected to the cruel creatures' terrible ways, not if Dawn had anything to do with it.

On the other hand, the canines could win. They did outnumber the cats after all, vastly, in fact. And many of the cats were simple domestics, all of which were smaller than almost every dog on the field today. Dawn wouldn't make the mistake of underestimating them on that though. She had to admit that many cats were just as competent at working together as dogs were. The dogs had a damn good chance though if they went about things the right way. In Dawn's opinion, the best way to do things would be to take out Florence, their leader, first. Then the rest of the big cats, as well as any smaller ones that decided to get in the way, then anyone who was left. They had the strength. There was no doubt about that. But Dawn wasn't completely sure that they had the organization. After all, the Scavengers had only just joined the ranks of Tempest. They didn't know each other yet. They didn't know how everyone functioned separately or as a whole. That could cause problems.

The pregnant wolf looked up as the current leader of Tempest, Brooke, began her speech to the gathered canines. The bitch was strong, proud, and a seemingly good leader. But extraordinarily confident. And not in a good way. Dawn snorted at the term indestructible. No they weren't. No one was indestructible. Many would die tonight, a vast majority. The wolf could appreciate the words that were meant to give the troops hope, but there was no reason to be unrealistic. Words like that could make the younger generation do stupid things. The younger animals that were here today didn't need to be indestructible. They were the future. They needed to be smart and survive, not believe that they could dive face-first into the jaws of a lioness and make it out a victor.

These thoughts drew Dawn's attention to her beloved little coyote, Autumn. She whined a bit. She wanted him to live. She wanted to protect him, and she would. If she could keep him from death while still saving her own hide, she would. Even if she couldn't save herself.....she would still try to save young Autumn. She rose her head and called out to him where he stood a few dozen feet away: "Autumn! Listen to me, and listen to me closely: don't take on anything bigger than you. Please, for your own survival, don't be a hero. The cats will fight dirty, and someone many times bigger than you might try to hurt....no, not hurt, kill you. You are in danger this day, as are all those around you. So please, be careful. Take on only what you can honestly handle. I will be here for you, watching you. I promise I won't let you out of my sight. I'll be there right behind you, fighting with you." Dawn could say nothing more to the coyote without choking up. Her motherly feelings for the young male had only grown stronger in their time together. And going into battle beside him was difficult.

The white wolf then looked to her mate who was now addressing her. His eyes drilled into hers, their souls seeming to connect as they stood there and just stared. Dawn knew that she could lose her mate tonight. She knew that he might live and lose her and their pups. She knew that neither of them might see tomorrow. No matter what happened though, it would be for a noble cause, and that was all that mattered. "Listen Dawn, if things go badly then you take of our pups. I'm not going to let anything happen to you, ok? I-I.. er.. i - love you." The female whined again and pressed her muzzle against Fenris' side and breathed in deeply. "I love you too Fenris. No matter what happens today, I will always love you. I....I promise to try to save our pups. I will try my best." To save their pups might be Fenris' dying wish, and Dawn couldn't disobey that. And Dawn would try. But at the same time she would try to save Autumn, and herself, and her mate. Sure, maybe she was spreading herself too thin...but a mother should be able to handle anything. And this was her test. Dawn savored that final lick from her mate, memorizing the sensation of it, knowing she might never feel that again.

Before Dawn was really truly ready, she heard the scream of a lioness and felt the forward surging of dogs all around her. Instinct took over and she leapt forward into the violent war. She looked for Autumn and for her mate, and then the cats were upon them, and it was time to taste blood. Dawn's first victim was a rampaging ocelot who had come straight for her. She met the sharp-clawed creature head-on with teeth bared and claws extended. Her mouth met his front paw and twisted it until it broke, and his claws slashed across her side, staining her beautiful white coat bright red. Her next bite met his neck and that snapped too. She left his mangled body behind and ignored the sting in her side, surging on to find her next victim. The babies in her belly squirmed as though they wanted to fight too.

Word Count: 1098
Muse: Not too shabby.
Other: Yay! Finally got a post in! Sorry for the wait =D

[nitro]

Nitro scanned the terra; his gaze, eyes of deep amber, took in all that surrounded him. He caught a glimpse of movement here and there. To the untrained eye it would be just a rustle of leaves floundering in the wind, a startled bird cawing loudly overhead... but to him - a flash of color wouldn't just be a rodent fleeing its demise or a patch of foliage moved by the light breeze. It would be a sign that the cats were here.
And they were ready to fight.
The lioness bellowed for the others to attack. The dog snorted peacefully, the cats coming into his field of vision. As Nitro saw it, cats as well as their larger cousins, were not meant to strut about as though they owned everything in sight. Yet the world had foiled all God's plans for relative order by wiping out the human race and desecrating laws and morals. It had come down to kill or be killed, reproduce, eat and survive until death had finally come to grip the living in its throttlehold. He picked up his pace to a left lead canter, swerving off to the edge of the huddled group of dogs, advancing towards the cats in a linear pattern. Breath fluttered feebly in his chest, a far-from-invisible shiver sweeping across his body and spawning goosebumps in its wake. Did he have a fever? A cold? Why else would his stomach feel like it had been turned to lead, for what other reason would chills be racking their way up and down his form even as sweat beaded his light brow? Nitro wondered what the doctors would call this new condition. Stage fright? It was if he was on the edge of a cliff face, staring down at cruel, jagged rocks littering the ground before him. Was he going to die? Probably. But if he was, he best relieve this world of some brutes, right? "You’re all as ugly as homemade sin! Give it up, cats! You’re outnumbered! Even if you do manage to kill us, we dogs will roam this earth long after today!" Bellowed Nitro; the only warning he would give, if all went smoothly - and of course, it would. For Nitro, anyway. Not so for the targets. There was a hitch to his words, slight, but there all the same. Anger washed over him as dogs and cats clashed, his jaw clenching and the bridge of his snout wrinkling. At last haunches coiled beneath him and with an astounding force he rocketed himself towards the Ocelot of the bunch, slaughtering the distance between them with haste. An enraged contortion took hold of his face and he suddenly darted to the right, now only a few strides from Sota. Careful calculations fluttered across his consciousness and as he narrowed the distance to a single bound he again altered his course abruptly, this time flying to the left. Forelimbs planted only momentarily, reassuring balance before the hindlimbs took their place, nails anchoring as to receive the best impulsion. Again haunches sprung, sending the German Shepherd's mass into a direct collision path with the Ocelot’s left side. "Damn you all to hell!"

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/24l0pyh.jpg] Speech Diablo watched them waiting for the signal, looking for someone he could take out. The lab at their head called for them to stick together and Diablo's instincts grabbed onto that like a tick to a fur-less canine. Someone on a higher rank had given him, the whole pack a command and though she was just some stupid black bitch he knew she was above him and he would stick with it. Turning his gaze for only a second from the cats ahead he saw above the others one huge dog. White and black spotted his fur and he looked more like a horse. The dingo smiled because he knew all to well that he would be going to that dogs side. Today was not about his racist assumptions about the dogs, today was about ensuring the future for himself, those he loves, and his future pups. The ones I love... Looking back to the cats Billies smiling face drifted through his mind, entangled with water washed spots. Bambi... Where was she? Diablo prayed she was safe. She was so submissive, so scare able. He hoped she had found a good hiding spot and stayed there. With Billie he worried less. She was strong and brave, she was a dingo. He just hoped she stayed in the desert, far from this. The lioness atop the roofs roared and Diablo could feel it vibrate off windows. His lips spread back in a toothy grin, his heart was racing, his blood speeding through every part of his body with his muscles tense ready to snap. When Brook charged it was like someone stomped on the gas. Pushing with his hind legs the golden dingo propelled himself forward giving a small leap them in an all out spring ran. A little cat jumped at his face. Rearing back the dingo caught the felines ribs in his jaws. He could hear it scream in panic as it realized its doom was upon it. Clamping down he crushed ribs then threw it to the side. He didn't care if it was dead. If the thing was still twitching someone else would take care of it. Then they were on him. Four small alley cats all coming at him. One jumped on his shoulders, another on his rear, and one grabbed hold of his neck while the last slashed claws at his face. He could feel there small needle like claws digging into his skin and as teeth racked across his pelt as they tried to find a good place to bite. The one on his neck grabbed hold with its fangs and Diablo snarled in pain. Reaching around he grabbed the one on his rear hardly caring its claws had ripped out flesh and bit down crunching something before throwing it. In the same motion he grabbed hold on the one on the ground in front of him shaking it as he bit down then he threw it. Two still on him he shook, jumped, and spinning like a bronco. The cats held tight but as their grips loosened Diablo struck. The one on his shoulders had slipped just enough for the dingo to grab its hips snap his jaws down then threw the screaming cat. One was left on his neck but all it did was clamp tighter onto the skin of Diablo's neck. He could feel flesh ripping and blood seeming away. Shaking he watched its hind legs flail from side to side until he was able to grab its hind paw in his jaws. The screaming cat let go and throwing it onto the pavement Diablo could see the blood seeping from its skull and left the half dead cat there. Turning his eyes he looked for what was next. A lynx on some lab caught his eye. Racing toward it his body collided with the cat. He hoped it would throw it off the other canine, he hoped the one she had pinned was still alive. Today the canines fought as one. Today this lynx would bleed out on the streets and tomorrow Diablo would come back to her body and feast with the crows. That Diablo would make sure of. -------------- Words:700 Notes: Diablo is engaging with Hypnosis

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[alkakine]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/2cnwdnn.png][scrolly:h(217),w(394),sy] As he was valiant, I honour him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him. "Attack!" The simple word had set everything in motion. The canines charged forwards, as did the felines. Shakespeare watched the seconds unfold, felines and canines alike flying through the air. Something in the back of his mind told him that everything here was wrong. But, he didn't actually care. His mind was taken over my a small, dark night when everything was wrong. The canines that pulled his father limb from limb were wrong. And now, revenge was upon them. Shakespeare would make them pay, and in his mind, he knew his brother would do the same thing. Shakespeare felt himself fly away from the tower, rocketing through the air like a bird, down and away, into the fray. "Poetry at such a time, really now, Shakespeare?" The tabby reached his target easily, mind flying back to what he was suppose to be paying attention to, which happened to be the back of some canine that was too far into the feline's ranks. He hoped the impact of his flying down would be enough to knock the thing over, but alas, the dog was of the larger persuasion. Shakes sunk his claws into the tan bitch's shoulders, hanging on for dear life as she reacted. He waited a moment, before sinking his canines, ("Irony." He thought) into the back of the dog's skull. Warm liquid splashed onto the tabby's face, and he only clamped down harder as the canine howled in pain. Now, Shakes, turn you head, and tear. Instructions ran through the feline's mind. He wasn't here to disable. He was here to kill. And with that, Shakespeare ripped his head back and forth, feeling satisfied with the large chunks of flesh, blood and veins that he pulled loose. Red liquid dyed the tabby's chest and mouth, and he hoped it made him look a little more opposing. The canine buckled, the soft part of it's brain protection bleeding out. He hoped that some other feline might have seen this, so they could possibly do the same if they were still on the buildings. With the first canine he'd reached dead or dying, Shakes turned on his heels, powering into the mass of canines and felines, biting where he could and lashing his claws where needed, waiting for an opportune moment to attack and kill. He wouldn't waste his life on something he couldn't kill.

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[Hunter]

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[atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/fapmbo.jpg] Gravity’s words and Florence’s roar started the chaos and everyone started to move forward toward the clash of the two races. With a vicious growl The Hound darted forward as an angry bear, following Brooke’s order as he ran side by side with the Great Dane named Argos. As he hit the massacre he easily picked a random domestic cat by the neck and crushed it as if it’d been nothing but a twig. Argos charged a caracal as he reached out to crush his next enemy with his massive jaws. Argos was much bigger than The Hound himself, but both of them were strong, and fighting side by side was an advantage for both males. As a cougar grasped Argos with its nasty claws, Clegane threw the limp body away to be swallowed up in the chaos around them, not really caring if the dead cat hit anyone. He turned around and leapt at the cougar with a deep growl, letting his teeth sink into its skin. A deep wound was inflicted on the cougar’s shoulder where The Hound had hit it, but since Argos held a firm grip on the cougar’s face, it was impossible for it to avoid the attack. A fellow leopard then smashed into Clegane’s side, forcing him to let go of the cougar because of the impact of the hit. He turned just in time to close his jaws between the leopard’s neck and after holding it like that, he was lucky that other canines took over his work and finishing the feline, because something had left him startled. A sound had reached his ears, but it wasn’t the sound which filled him with worry. No, it was the direction of the sound. It made his blood run cold and he felt chills coming down his spine. It was the sounds of yowls, hisses and growls, the sounds of fighting. And they were coming from behind. He turned his head and saw the battle which faster than he’d expected now had come down to the back of the canine-army’s lines where the weakest of the Pack was placed. ”Nemesis…” he whispered. The felines must have attacked them from behind because there was no other way they could have come down there this fast. He then sprinted in the opposite direction of the rest of the canines who were focused on the felines that was coming from the front. He didn’t know if he had to be this worried about her, but Clegane wouldn’t let any harm come to Nemesis at this rate. She’d fought for so long to get healthy after their encounter with Icefang, so now wasn’t the time for her to get injured again. Why had he been so stupid? He should have stayed by her side, told her that she shouldn’t fight today, he should have done something! But now he found himself smashing into all the fighting bodies, not even giving himself time to finish off the felines that was in his way. He needed to get down behind, he needed to stand by Nemesis. Who knew what kind of felines that lured down there?

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/1jrxbr.jpg] "Speech" As Florence roared, daring the Iris Pride to attack the canines, Sota immediately started to run on the rooftops, slowly loosing height while she held her burning gaze on the canines that ran towards them. She was like a hawk eyeing its prey. With a precise leap, she jumped down on from the wall she ran on, forcing a foxhound to the ground with her aerial attack. Sota slid the canine’s throat with her sharp fangs and in one gliding movement she was already on her way to kill the next. She was determined on killing the canines until no trace of their mere existence was visible on Earth. She was fast and nimble and easily avoided the canines’ pathetic attacks on her, killing a whim of a terrier who was in her way by overwhelming it with her own size. Pathetic, all of you, she thought. She was superior to them all, even those bigger than her. She darted away into the mass of fighting bodies, slashing her sharp claws on her enemy canines as she ran past them, trying to find a worthy opponent to crush. And she found him. He’d seen her as well, what a coincidence. The German shepherd ran toward her, screaming something about she had to go to hell. Why should she do so when the other canines fitted so much better down there? She snarled at him, leaping to the side to avoid his attack. The dog might be bigger and physically stronger than her – but she was faster, more agile. She was nimble. She made a quick turn on her small paws and aimed for the shepherd’s shoulder in the hope to give him a quick bite before she would pass him to avoid his solid jaws.

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[atrb=background,http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5227/5583692288_159ae396a5_z.jpg] Kira walks. "Kira talks."

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That was about time. Waiting for the other one to attack was absolutely boring if you asked Kira. But well well, there would be enough fun to feed her greed tonight, she was sure of it. She’d been hiding in the dark of the alleys, waiting for a signal to attack. Everyone would expect her to fight beside her mother, or somewhere among the main force of the Iris Pride, but Kira had other plans. With a soul as dark as the panthers on each side of her, Kira waited in the shadows, looking out on the collision of bodies on Straight Bit. She’d emerged to this place through rooftops and windows – alleys here on Straight Bit were small and hard to get to if you just walked on the street, but Kira had been determinate on doing this. And she’d found what she wanted. It was alleys like this one that the felines behind Tempest’ lines were hiding in too, but Kira wasn’t that far behind. Oh no, she hoped to get a big bite, and now she eyed her chance to get what she wanted.

The big, grey wolf Gravity and the Mistress Brooke ran past her without noticing the three huge felines in the alley. Fools, she thought with a smirk, eyes gleaming in the dim light. Then, with her signal, the three felines leapt out of their hiding place, turning on the German shepherd behind the two powerful canines. ”Hello Bane,” she said with a satisfied voice. ”You remember me, don’t you?” She stood tall in front of the broken dog. She easily remembered him from the day she’d made him rape Rikki in front of his own mate and she was sure that Bane would remember her as well even though she was both bigger and older now. The two panthers behind her made sure that if Brooke should turn back to help her mate, it wouldn’t be possible for her. Even a dog like Brooke couldn’t fight two big felines alone and even with Gravity’s help, it would be hard for her and the wolf to reach Bane before Kira would have had her fun with him.

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[SMIFFAGRIFF]

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[atrb=background,http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g399/SmiffDemon/Brooke2.png] "Speech!" Thoughts Actions

Brooke charged forward blindly, taking out more felines in her wake, right passed Kira and the hidden other cats. If it weren't for another feline just avoiding her jaws and running passed her, she wouldn't have turned around and seen her mate suddenly get cornered, "Bane!" she warned, hoping to alert him before Kira and the other large cats moved into formation. She looked behind her just briefly, but knew that Gravity would not come to her aid - he only had one goal in mind: to win. She was alone this time, with two big cats in front of her blocking her path to her mate.

With a snarl, the Hazard took a ready stance in front of the two other cats: a leopard and what seemed to be a younger tiger. Disgusting, she thought, that Florence would order her untrained adolescent members into battle. Still, the odds were grim. She was only one dog - could she do it all? "Like hell I'll give up after all this... Bane, I'm coming!"

She rushed forward after that, her own safety now forgotten. It was weird, how fast she seemed to be able to glide over the pavement when she was this determined. Her strength was not speed, it was strength, it was willpower... but seeing her mate cornered like that- no, she would give these cats hell before they could lay a claw on him. With something akin to a roar of fury, she charged headfirst into the fray, leaping, twisting, slashing. Her jaws clamped around the neck of the tiger and crunched down hard before she was off again, zipping around like a rabbit, attacking again and again, her own wounds burning badly, but only motivating her further.

Each time they landed a hit, she'd bite back with twice the power, jerking away finally when she felt as if her lungs might explode in the next moment. She stood, panting, blood dripping from her maw and body. She licked her lips once, sneering, "Do you know why dogs are superior to cats?" she growled lowly. "Because we understand the pack mentality."

And right on cue, several dogs came rushing to Brooke's aid, yowling with fury about hurting their alpha. She blinked, but didn't let the shock of the sudden help get to her for long. She ran forward again, leaping straight for Kira, who was already engaged in combat with Bane, "YOU BITCH! I'LL MAKE YOU PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID TO US!"[/font][/justify][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color][/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table][/center][/size]

[wonder]

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[atrb=background,http://img820.imageshack.us/img820/5421/194064578225043147.gif] Jake walks. Jake talks. Jake's thoughts. The time had finally come for canines to take back what was rightfully theirs. Jake was done with felines. They were like poison, killing anything that came near them. Him and the Tempest dogs had to bring each and every feline down and teach them a lesson. His bones itched with eagerness and anxiety. His leg was still wounded and he wouldn't be as a fast as he once was. The damage could be permanent but it might not. Either way, it would surely affect his ability to fight. Listening to the strong, powerful words of Brooke and Gravity, Jake felt his whole body tense up, he was ready for this. Turning his head away from the leaders, he noticed Diablo, a fellow Tempest companion offer some advice. He nodded his head towards the sandy coloured dingo, his eyes full of thanks. It was at that moment, the threatening roar of Florence, the Iris leader set each canine and feline off in to a frenzy. Taking a deep breath, Jake charged forward as fast as he could. His limp affected him but he still carried speed. It was painful but he just had to grin and bare it. He couldn't let his limb cause him to lose against a cat. Jake didn't want to remain alone during this fight, as Brooke had said, so he remained close to Diablo who had gave him some friendly words of advice. He didn't know the dingo well but he knew him close enough to know that he could trust him in watching his back. Jake glanced around, eager to spot out a potential feline he could kill with his powerful jaws. He watched as Diablo was attacked by four alley cats but there was nothing Jake could do. He had a problem of his own. A large tabby had managed to leap on to his shoulder and was digging his claws in to his fur. An aggressive growl escaped the male's lungs and he shook his body violently, causing the tabby to fall. Without hesitating, Jake launched himself at the dazed feline and clamped down hard on his neck. He wanted to make sure the cat was dead so he held it still until he was positive he had done his job. Dropping the feline, Jake glanced around, trying to spot the next feline he could kill. Words;; 392. Muse;; Okay. Other;; N/A.