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Post by ~*Pikeru on Nov 15, 2007 14:22:03 GMT -8
OOC: Don't worry. I see no powerplay in that post at all. What I see as powerplay would be something like this: Fierceclaw dug his fangs into Thawpelt's leg. His jaws clamped on something hard, and then there was a sudden sickening crack. Thawpelt yelled loudly, and ran away with his tail between his legs. Fierceclaw laughed evily. "HAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!" That is powerplay to me. ANYWAY, Snowstep sent me a PM, and she said once she gets out of school, she will post here. So I was thinking that Snowstep could break everything up, with little ego damage to both our cats.  lol ;D |
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Post by fierceclaw on Nov 15, 2007 15:41:04 GMT -8
((Okay cool, and some people are like, powerplay freaks so I wasn't sure XP. I was more or less refering to this:
Fierceclaw's fangs sank in, hard. Biting down mercilessly and refused to be satisfied until his top fangs met his lower through his mouth-ful of muscle.
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Thus far, Thawpelt would definetly have a bad limp for a week or so ))
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Post by ~*Pikeru on Nov 17, 2007 10:59:08 GMT -8
OOC: *sigh*....yes, but that was I think 2 days ago.....arg....maybe she has too much homework. That happens to her sometimes.....If you get too bored, you can start posting in the "Games" section of the site.
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Post by ~*Snowstep on Nov 17, 2007 22:12:20 GMT -8
OOC: once again, SO SORRY to all of u. it's just too busy. *sigh* very sad.
but anyways, how would Snowstep be able to break u guys up and bruise both ur egos? XP i dont have a wonderful imagination, just to let u know. XP but it'd be so cool to make Thawpelt jealous somehow before getting 2gether with him, no? =3 any ideas on that?
ill just like "wander" in now but ill wait for ur replies before actually budging in, k? btw u guys post great! =P
IC: The slim, light grey she-cat slowly padded on, past camp, and past the forest. Her unusually white paws and chest made her stand out against the dark tree barks of Skyclan's forest. leaves coated the ground, making Snowstep's paws make no sound as she wandered through the dense trees, towards the beautiful lake. she didn't know why she was heading that way, and for some reason she scented the fading scent of... Thawpelt?
Her shining blue-green eyes were watching nothing in particular as the forest started clearing up, revealing a large clearing. the lake was in sight, but so were the two silhuettes around the stoney edge of the waters... who were they? that question ran through her mind but in a flash she knew one of them was Thawpelt. but... what's going on?
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Post by ~*Pikeru on Nov 17, 2007 23:56:42 GMT -8
OOC: You mean like Snowstep likeing Fierceclaw for a bit, like one of those crushes you would have in kindergarden, before the time Thawpelt and Snowstep get together? lol, I like it! *screams as Thawpelt attacks her*
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Post by fierceclaw on Nov 18, 2007 15:29:08 GMT -8
OOC: Lol! Poor Thawpelt! I could have fun with this XD. And honestly, they don't really know enough about Fierceclaw yet to be able to "Get his goat". Verbal abuse doesn't really bother him because he always has a comeback. They'd have to throw his past in his face or touch a nerve like that. But keep in mind, his ego and pride is all he has left. It's the only thing that hasn't been taken away from him. And he clings to it. So just be careful about pushing his buttons, because he isn't scared of Skyclan's leader and her authority. He's convinced he doesn't need anybody so getting thrown out of the clan for murder isn't a big deal to him.
As for breaking them up, I can handle that. Fierceclaw's likely to think it's too childish and get bored in a second.
And it's your post Pikeru ^^)
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Post by ~*Snowstep on Nov 19, 2007 10:51:21 GMT -8
Snowstep's eyes turned into slits and she made out the two shapes of the cats, fighting. the other cat, black, had skyclan scent though she's never seen him before. however, there was another scent underneath that... but it just wasn't right for two cats of the same clan to be fighting, especially since she had just fought with Thawpelt on the gathering... she didn't want to relive that again.
"What're you doing?!" she hissed and hurried over to the two, her eyes glanced at both toms. her blue-green eyes quickly scanned the sleek black tom over. "Thawpelt, you know better than to attack a cat for no reason." she meowed, a little too darkly since he was the one who attacked her first at the gathering that night. some part of her was getting back at him, the other part of her was sort of... taking sides?
OOC: so sorry for my bad rping. totally dying here, stuck in class and sneaking on here while ignoring my research project. XP it's SO BORING! flameheart's here too, on the computer right beside me. =3
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Post by fierceclaw on Nov 19, 2007 13:32:35 GMT -8
((er...why are you double posting?))
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Post by ~*Snowstep on Nov 19, 2007 16:47:15 GMT -8
OOC: well, what can both of you do if i don't jump in? XP besides, the first post was just so i dont appear out of nowhere, and i didn't come in yet, so yeah...
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Post by ~*Pikeru on Nov 19, 2007 20:23:54 GMT -8
OOC: Sorry for the long wait. It has been hard getting on, sense I have had to help watch out for my mom's friend's 2 year old son.....VERY hard.....
IC: Thawpelt let his fangs withdraw lightly from the cat's flank. He turned fire filled eyes to the area a harsh voice had come from. More yelling? What next!? Then all Demonclan seemed to be laughing at him, as he spotted the light gray she-cat in front of him. The odd colored tom tore away from the other cat's grip. Thawpelt was numb to any pain, and could not feel any bleeding that may be going on. The Skyclan tom blinked a drop of blood away from his eyes, as his dark blue fire eyes dug into Snowstep's eyes. The hatred was coming again. He now remembered how she had tried to claw off his face at the gathering.
Thawpelt rolled his eyes, "Why do I need to explain to you why I do everything?" the tom snapped back, before digging his claws into the dirt, "I did THAT because I wanted to!" Thawpelt meowed sarcastically, pointing with his tail tip, to the small holes in the dirt that had been made by his claws. The tom ran his tongue over a snow white colored paw, and ran it over his brown tabby forehead, to remove the tried blood from the now slowly healing cut. After a few heartbeats of this, his paw slammed back on the ground, as his anger rushed back once more. It came out as words again, "And what are YOU doing here!?" Thawpelt questioned, before quickly grooming out any dirt or leaves that might have been clinging to his fur from the fight.
OOC: Sorry, low muse right now. But if you are wondering, yes, Snowstep just being there is getting Thawpelt's goat. But that is kind of clear. >_>'
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Post by ~*Snowstep on Nov 20, 2007 14:20:05 GMT -8
OOC: XP so much fighting... 0.o this is just saaaaaad.
IC: Snowstep was taken aback by how Thawpelt was reacting. did he hate her that much? yeah, she was jealous of him when they were younger, so poking fun at him was fun then. now... maybe there was still that inner jealousy, but it seems like the tom won't take her anymore. she blinked, a little hurt, actually, and also not knowing what to say. why DID she come here? she barely remembered why. she was... following a scent, was it?
"um, i, was, uh..." she thought for a while, stammering. "i was just... hunting." that was the best she could come up with, though she didn't catch any prey on the way here... hopefully Thawpelt won't see through that. "but still, you don't just go around fighting clanmates!" she meowed, backing up a little in fear he'll claw at her, seeing the rage in his normally calm eyes.
OOC: hey, fierceclaw, come on in! =P and sry my post is short, im seriously out of ideas. but im having fun now cause i've no idea where the teacher went. XP he just told us to read.
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Post by fierceclaw on Nov 20, 2007 15:08:01 GMT -8
(('Hope you realize that with Fierceclaw, that little move would've ripped out every bit of muscle in his mouth...not too smart))
Fierceclaw remained in his laying position with his hind legs benieth him, eyes flashing between the two of them briefly before he rose to his paws and loudly spat out a mouthful of tabby fur, padding to Thawpelt's side as if they were best pals.
"You're a horrible liar." He remarked with a smirk, flashing his bloody canines at her before lowering his lip again and swallowing, "Oh, and don't worry about it. this idiot couldn't fight his way out of a kit's den in new-leaf," He butted his head against Thawpelt's shoulder in mock friendliness, "Isn't that right...Thawpelt?"
He made that motion into the start of his pawsteps forward toward Snowstep and circled her once, "I'm guessing you're the pretty she-cat who pushed him off the sanity fence earlier." He meowed with a grin that would be considered handsom if not for the dark humor in his eyes. How did Fierceclaw know this? A lucky guess? Or something else? Ah, either way, his eyes jumped to Thawpelt, "Or is he always this pleasant?"
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Post by ~*Snowstep on Nov 20, 2007 16:15:33 GMT -8
OOC: ahhhh here comes the crush! XP
IC: The light grey she-cat bit back a retort as Fierceclaw's handsome grin made Snowstep glance twice at him, and caught her words in her throat before they came out. what was it that she saw in him that made her blush? maybe because he had just called her 'pretty'. the sleek black tom went to stand beside Thawpelt, like that fight had never happened except for the stink of blood on them both. Snowstep was facing both of them equally... it was like... a choice. (get it? like a simile!)
"guess you saw through me," she purred, not pretending to be telling the truth. "but this guy has never been pleasant to be around." she knew that wasn't totally true, but Thawpelt didn't show his good side for a moon almost! she knew he was going to get back at her for that, but she couldn't control what she said. it just...flew out? she smiled and her green-blue eyes were on the mysterious dark tom.
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Post by ~*Pikeru on Nov 20, 2007 19:49:58 GMT -8
OOC: Oopse, well, I didn't mean he kind of just "ripped" his leg out of Fierceclaw's jaws. Just kind of....got out of it? I don't know, I kind of didn't want to wait for a post of Fierceclaw letting go, and I wanted to start the crush thing. *dodges as Thawpelt tries to tackle her* My mind isn't on the ball today....so....many......mindless...2 year old.....shows.....*dies*
IC: Thawpelt rolled his eyes, noticing that Snowstep had no prey in her jaws. He wanted to believe her, but it was so clear that she was lying. The Skyclan tom drew his tongue over his left paw once more, as the other cat placed himself besides Thawpelt. The dark gray/black (I keep forgetting his color! That is close enough, right?) tom butted his head against Thawpelt's shoulder in mock friendliness, after a few harsh words. This cooled down the hot anger that was building up. Maybe he should not have attacked, and just took the comments as a joke. But all that rage had been closed up for so long, that it just.....blew up. And the cat had just been there at the wrong time, and saying the wrong words.
Thawpelt chuckled slightly. The odd colored tom felt empty once more, after that little fight. He felt, relaxed? That must be it. But then he frowned once more when the two began to talk about him. Thawpelt had a new perspective to what the other cat said, but Snowstep. Great, now it was all back again. It seemed like just a word from the she-cat made his rage fill up to the tip once more. "Not always." Thawpelt hissed blankly threw his teeth to answer the other tom's question, and correct what Snowstep had said.
Thawpelt looked back at the other tom once more. His eye clearly showed that he was trying to hold back rage once more. "The little fight got rid of most of my frustration. Most of it." Thawpelt meowed half heartedly to the other cat. In doing so, Thawpelt turned his head purposely away from Snowstep. What now? Snowstep was here. He could just walk away, but something told him not to. Thawpelt turned his dark blue back Snowstep. No emotion was shown in them. He just felt blank right now.
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Post by fierceclaw on Nov 21, 2007 9:46:11 GMT -8
((Pretty close, Fierceclaw's black =P))
Fierceclaw lidded his mismatched eyes and flicked his ears in amusement. The idiot, letting anger get the best of you would get you killed. This was something that Fierceclaw knew very well....it wasn't a pleasant thing to witness...but there was something about this tabby tom that pricked at his intrest. He reminded him of himself in a way, back before the horrible training reached it's peak, back before Wildpaw's slaughter shoved what was left of his cracking heart through the paper-shreader. Back before life's lessons became so painfully clear to him...the truth hurt. Everything hurt...
And it was that similarity that made Fierceclaw immediantly resentful of this cat's foolishness. The same innosent foolishness that had put Fierceclaw through so much torture. The idiot! But of coarse, this wasn't Mountainclan. Thawpelt could be as ignorant as he wanted without the coarse of punishment Fierceclaw had had. But then, he'd never gain the hard-learned intelligence Fierceclaw had either. None of them did. It made Fierceclaw homesick, but he tried not to look back.
"It also got rid of most of your fur you piece of fox dump! The next time you deside to let your anger tame your mind you'd better find a different cat to target because my pacients only runs so deep for weak-minded fools." Fierceclaw snapped, his voice holding a threatening tone to it now and all that humor that had tainted his eyes was gone as if it had never been there at all.
Fierceclaw was a hard cat to understand. Some would say he's bi-polar, others would say he's just an arsehole, still others would say he's just mysterious. He might easily be one or all three. But it was impossible to understand unless you could spend a moment behind those tormented eyes. Just a moment in his memories. And maybe it WAS the fact that nobody understood that made his bitterness grow colder. Nobody understood, nobody cared. But then, that was life. That was Fierceclaw's life. It wasn't new news to him. But he told himself that it didn't matter, that he was too strong. He forced himself to believe that he didn't need anybody and that being alone in the world was perfectly fine if not better... It wasn't.
And with that said, the fallen prince stalked away from the tabby tom with a resentful gleam in his eyes, dipping his head in what could easily be wrongly taken as respect to Snowstep before he continued toward the undergrowth that would swallow him up. To head toward camp alone.
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Post by ~*Snowstep on Nov 21, 2007 16:24:00 GMT -8
OOC: aw buhbye Fierceclaw. XP
IC: Snowstep blinked as Fierceclaw passed her, and disappeared behind the large masses of bramble bushes. it was so... cool how the handsome black tom handled it all. The pretty grey she-cat hadn't seen a cat like him in Skyclan, ever. maybe that was what made her think he was so interesting and mysterious. Fierceclaw was something new to her. maybe that was why she wanted to know him better... maybe try to unravel the mysterious aura that surrounds him.
She was about to follow him when she noticed how Thawpelt seemed... VERY unlike himself. there didn't seem to be any shine in his eyes; no emotions at all. "What's with you?" she asked, half turned. "uh, not that i care..." she mumbled to herself, wondering why his empty eyes seem to bother her.
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Post by ~*Pikeru on Nov 22, 2007 9:01:38 GMT -8
IC: Thawpelt continued to look at Snowstep blankly. He knew what he had planned out in his head, but it just didn't seem right. How could he hope for Snowstep to want to beg for his forgiveness? That wasn't like her. But then, of course, he didn't want to crawl back to her like a little scared kit.
The odd colored tom closed his eyes, as Snowstep spoke. He wanted to see the beautiful she-cat, that he always envisioned with her voice. His mind took out the words, and just let the soft...'tone'?...-that must be what it is-....run threw his mind. But then he opened his eyes once more, and look threw the she-cat this time. His eyes most likely still emotionless. "Nothing" The tom simply meowed, before slowly making his way past Snowstep. Slowly, because of the fight gave him a pretty good limp.
Thawpelt only hoped he could get away once more. Even the camp (*hint hint, wink wink*) seemed welcoming now, to the distorted tom.
OOC: Fierceclaw already made a thread in the camp, Snowstep.
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Post by ~*Snowstep on Nov 23, 2007 10:46:24 GMT -8
OOC: alrighty, i'll just wrap this up.
IC: Snowstep frowned at Thawpelt's responce, and the look that made him look like he wasn't in reality. she watched as the tom limped past her, making his way back to camp. she knew she should follow and help out, but for some reason she felt the it'll hurt her pride if she did that. "he'll be fine," she tried to convince herself, then sat back down, facing the lake, to organize her mind and heart.
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Post by ~*Pikeru on Nov 23, 2007 14:11:50 GMT -8
OOC: Okay! Time to post at the new place!
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lol ;D
