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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Sept 23, 2007 13:09:38 GMT -5
Stormheart fluffed up his fur a little and got to his paws. 'What cat has a few eyes?' he chuckled and then turned his back on Fierceclaw, he clearly wasn't afraid of him jumping on him. Bluffer he thought to himself with a sniff. 'This way immature mouse-brain who thinks that cats have more than two eyes.' He flicked his tail, raising it high in confidence as he trotted off with the same air of a king that he had come into the clearing with. He didn't look behind him to see if Fierceclaw was following, why should he care if he followed or not? He wanted to catch some prey anyways so if he didn't follow he would just have a hunt.
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Post by fierceclaw on Sept 23, 2007 13:29:43 GMT -5
Fierceclaw stopped walking, a smirk pushing it's way to the surface on his maw. The would-be-prince sat down, curling his tail neatly in front of his front paws and closing his eyes, his smirk thinning to a smug smile and hos brows furrowed. Expecting Stormheart to have a comeback like that. He was too arrogant and he spoke too freely. It was time Fierceclaw called him back a notch. . .
"Oh, I have one more thing to say. And I advice you listen closely because it is your lowly life depends on how you react." He growled, his voice suddenly darker than it had been before, his tail tapping silently in front of his paws.
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Sept 23, 2007 13:39:08 GMT -5
Stormheart glanced over his shoulder, debating on whether or not he felt like stopping and listening. With a shrug he made an about turn, staying on the edge of the clearing where he had gotten to already. 'Yes, what is it?' His black eyes stared into Fierceclaw's unblinkingly. 'Well?' He stayed on his paws as he watched Fierceclaw, knowing that he could easily do anything he wished if he started not like what the cat said. His eyes showed that he wasn't exactly interested in what Fierceclaw was going to say or intimidated either by Fierceclaw's strange manner. His eyes went half lidded, he often went half lidded to show that he was not interested in something, and he put his ears half back in slight impatience.
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Post by fierceclaw on Sept 23, 2007 13:55:59 GMT -5
Fiercelaw grinned in ease, his own eyes "half-lidded" as he approched the taller cat, his tail upward and waving, "I don't believe you realize who you're talking to you fool." He said easily, desiding it was a better idea to break this cat and show him exactly WHO he WAS talking to just in case he would be careless enough to do something stupid in front of this group of cats they were going to visit.
"We need to get this one thing straight before we set off. I've condemned more cats than Phantomclan itself and don't think I'd hesitate adding your name to that list. Your existance means nothing to this life and if you wish to contenue with your smart*** comments and actions, I will make-sure you hate every fiber of your being just as much as the rest of felanity does. . ." He was now standing in his face, daring Stormheart to do something about it, "Understood?"
True, Fierceclaw had lost much of the darkness that he had once possessed. Much of the ruthless fighting ability that had made him so famous. He was at the peak of his game, under the pressure, yet in the glory. Cats lowered their eyes and crouched in submission when his shadow passed and they had done it out of pure intelligence. If Fierceclaw was half the prince of darkness he had been before his long journey, eiter he or Stormheart would be dead by now.
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Sept 23, 2007 14:06:44 GMT -5
Stormheart blinked blankly at Fierceclaw as he spoke, eyes registering no emotion of any kind. No fear, no awe... no belief. 'I thought I told you, I, am, not, a, fool!' As he spoke the last word he lashed out with one of his forepaws for Fierceclaw's face, which seemed to be the easiest target at the moment. As he struck he jumped back and to the side, as he did at the beginning of many fights, strike and jump clear. That was the main style he had been taught, that was the style he had won most battles with. Stormheart flattened his ears, knowing that they could be the first target locked onto and his eyes began to glow with a strange light, the light of excitement to be in yet another fight. His tail he held slightly over the ground, and his body was held in a half crouch, ready to jump clear if Fierceclaw should attack again. This uncommon style had been revealed to him by his loner teacher, who was no more, and Stormheart used it quite often now.
'Come on tough guy, show me what you've got. What are you made of?' he growled in his low rumbling voice swayed back and forth, ready for the smaller cat to charge.
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Post by fierceclaw on Sept 23, 2007 14:18:03 GMT -5
Stormheart's claws had hit, turning his target's head and sending a few blood droplets flying from his punctured skin.
Fierceclaw paused as the other black cat jumped away. His eyes, glowing in a calm, sinister light fixed on Stormheart, slowly turning his head back as a slow, deep growl rumbled from his chest. He saw this cat's excitment, and gained the self satisfaction of knowing something that Stormheart did not. Having the satisfaction of knowing this cat's hopes were all in vain, his excitment would soon turn to fear. And Fierceclaw couldn't wait to see that look again. Stormheart had just made a biig mistake. . .
The growl of a wild-cat, resimbling that of a mountain lion, rasped from his throat and split the night air like a dagger as he opened his mouth, fangs baring in his leap. His body was kept low as he did, eats flattened and blue eyes watchful and gleaming in insanity, lunging up at the other cat's throat.
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Sept 23, 2007 14:27:49 GMT -5
Stormheart was ready for this leap and he bounced to the side. As he landed he went into his crouching position again, and resumed his swaying from side to side, one moment he had most weight on one paw and the next on the other. His black eyes danced as he surveyed the other tom again, waiting for his next move. He planned to wait, wait until he stopped trying to get a blow in and then he would start his attack. He didn't care how long Fierceclaw tried to pounce on him, it would only wear his opponant out more and give him an advantage. He grinned as he glared at Fierceclaw, clearly thinking his attacks useless.
'You can't cope with me, I was trained by the might Nohup, the cat that was a demon in the night, feared by all. He was here long before you showed your face. He passed all of his training onto me, his training and his spirit.' Stormheart's black eyes gleamed in pride as he said this, surely if the cat had any sense he would back down now he thought.
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Post by fierceclaw on Sept 23, 2007 14:40:53 GMT -5
Fierceclaw skidded to a hault in the leaves and thin, whitish green grass, then put one foot out in front of him to stop himself fully and eyed Stormheart who was about a fox length beside him, crouching and looking as though he were getting ready to pounce.
But the black prince didn't give Stormheart time to finish his statement, honistly, not giving a flying fox crap who trained him and how demon filled he was. He lunged again, this time, he would follow Stormheart's movements. That had been a part of his training as well. And Fierceclaw remembered. To be better at this was one of the reasons they would slit his pads over and over. To make him quick, agile, light-footed. To learn how not to rely on the tension they were or weren't able to get on the turf they were fighting on. Fierceclaw would follow Stormheart, and he would indeed catch him because Stormheart was moving sideways and backwards. And if the tom tried to turn and flee, that would give Fierceclaw the open opertunity to get a good hold on his flank. The juke moves didn't work on Fierceclaw. Stormheart would either stand and fight or be torn apart. VERY rarely did Fierceclaw bluff.
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Sept 23, 2007 14:55:31 GMT -5
Stormheart saw Fierceclaw jumped for him again and hopped to the side again. When he saw that Fierceclaw was following him he sighed, What a dull cat. Well, I warned him. As he thought this he propelled himself forward towards Fierceclaw with his hind legs. His front paws were stretched out in front of him with his claws extended and his fangs bared. His ears were pinned flat on his skull as he let out his battle squall, which was almost identical to Featherfoot's.
He swatted at Feirceclaw, ready to follow his smack up with a bite.
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Post by fierceclaw on Sept 23, 2007 15:08:45 GMT -5
"Fool." Fierceclaw thought as he saw the cat launch himself at him, sharp claws extended and deadly teeh bared. He certainly did look like a demon's apprentice, and if Fierceclaw wasn't so self-centered he might have been impressed. However, this "specially trained" cat would not win this battle. Fierceclaw was sure of that. He might have a demon's two-sence. But he had never faced someone from Peakclan. Much less, the cat who made them cower.
In the brief moment that Fierceclaw had to react, he put his weight on his hind paws, but not standing all the way up on them and brought up his paws. He used his left fore-leg to swipe Stormheart's paws to the side, and with his main weapons sent way off target, that left Stormheart's body about to make contact, and of coarse, his aimed fangs.But Fierceclaw just barely managed to move his head low enough while he swipped Stormheart's paws away to make it unavoidably clear that Stormheart's throat would fall perfectly into Fierceclaw's awaiting jaws. And what Fierceclaw loved most about it, was that there was absolutly nothing Stormheart could do to aviod it at this point.
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Sept 23, 2007 15:16:22 GMT -5
Stormheart hissed as his paws were pushed away but still showed no fear, he was to far gone for fear. He bared his fangs and released a growl before he realized where Fierceclaw's head was positioned. Sneaky creep. He growled to himself and then yowled to himself on the inside for being stupid enough to pounce. Never make a pounce on a new enemy, especially when you don'e know how well trained it is. Nohup's words echoed in his mind and he reproached himself for forgetting. He tried to think of something to do but he drew a blank for perhaps the first time in his life. He decided that his best chance was to try and duck his head down as far as he possibly could, preferring his face to be bite than his neck.
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