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Post by fierceclaw on Sept 22, 2007 16:06:18 GMT -5
Fierceclaw stopped, gazing at the bushes out of the corners of his eyes and then closed them. He suddenly smiled with a "hmph" of amusment, then turned and padded back toward Featherfoot, eyes gleaming in an unknown emotion.
He halted only when his muzzle was a few inches from Featherfoot's, looking somewhat awkward because Featherfoot was around an inch taller than Fierceclaw, give or take. His impassive eyes were narrowed, haughty, confident. He opened his mouth, and from it came an unexpected question.
"What's your name?"
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Sept 22, 2007 16:24:42 GMT -5
Featherfoot blinked as the loner came towards him but he stood still as Fierceclaw's face came close to his. He wasn't sure what to make of him, he mainly went by cats' eyes but he was having trouble understanding this cat's eyes. He didn't care about giving his name out, why should he? Name's were of little consequence to him. 'Featherfoot.' he replied after a moment. 'What's your's?' He found himself say out loud. He hadn't asked a cat that question for a while now, but now that he had asked it it made him feel strange. What was it with names? What was so important about them that made cats want to now each other's, including him? He stared back into Fierceclaw's eyes without flinching, green eyes not showing much at all, as they usually did.
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Post by fierceclaw on Sept 22, 2007 19:23:47 GMT -5
Fierceclaw smirked, as if he had been expecting the question, and replyed in a darker voice, his eyes flashing menicingly, "Fierceclaw," He growled with gleaming eyes, "Prince of Peakclan."
He said no more, his eyes giving nothing away. Showing no motive, or hint of an approching action. They were dark, gleaming in sick amusment as he waited for Featherfoot's responce. He wondered if the other cat would regonize the name. Wondered if he had ever heard any of the Peakclan stories that spread like wildfire from clan to clan. At least on his side of the mountains. It wouldn't surprise Fierceclaw if he hadn't, but then, it wouldn't surprise him if he had.
His tail was held low, his left hind foot about an inch behind his other, the tip of his tail flicking silently back and forth. Fierceclaw liked this game. . .
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Sept 22, 2007 19:47:38 GMT -5
Featherfoot blinked, the name clearly meant nothing to him. 'Prince of what?' he asked incredioulously. His eyes showed his surprise as they widened. He wasn't sure if he belived him, for all he knew the cat was just pulling his leg, either that or Cloudstripe was right, and he was rabid. He seriously was considering the possibility now, was he rabid? He felt a knot grow in his stomach, hoping that he wasn't because he had been bitten by him. He debated on taking a step back, maybe a lot of steps back. He hoped Cloudstripe would show up soon, he hoped that she had been successful in her goal, or if she had understood him. He glanced to the side as he saw movement in the nearby bushes and then returned his gaze to Fierceclaw, not wanting to let his defence down. He hoped beyond hope that the bush contained more than just Cloudstripe, or ever just her, in other words, he was getting desperate.
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Post by fierceclaw on Sept 22, 2007 20:04:58 GMT -5
Fierceclaw watched him for a moment, blinking twice. He smirked at last, but it faded quickly and he lifted his head for a moment, then lifted it an inch higher, then let it fall back down to where it usually was and smiled, "What kind of a fool doesn't defend his clan?" He asked suddenly, changing topics and grinned, an insane, unstable light reflecting in his eyes.
He opened his mouth, lips drawn back in a snarl, and he allowed a bit of drool to fall from his mouth onto the ground at his paws, "I said, what kind of a coward just stands there eh?" He suddenly raised a paw, and as quick as lightning smacked Featherfoot across the face with a heavy, soft paw. Surprisingly, his claws were sheathed, the blow doing nothing more than possibly stunning or confusing.
"Fight for your bloody clan!" He snarled again, lowering himself to the ground so his belly fur was touching it, his front paws out in front of him and his claws now unsheathing. The hairs along his spine and tail raised again, and he snapped up at Featherfoot, drool flying but he wasn't trying to bite him, jsut a warning snap like a dog might do.
He tried to get up, but fell over and got back into the same lowered position he had been a short moment before, trembling and snarling with his mouth open and teeth bared.
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Sept 22, 2007 20:15:41 GMT -5
Featherfoot's eyes widened as he saw the drool drip out of his mouth. He is rabid! He backed up, shaking his head as he recieved the buffet on his head. He was about to turn and run when Cloudstripe jumped out of the bushes and then stopped where she was when she saw the apparently rabid cat. Her gold eyes widened and fear creapt into them as she backed up, tail lower than it had been at first. Another cat, a tan swirled tom whose eyes looked just like Cloudstripe's, except they were different somehow, also jumped out of the bushes and raced over without a thought towards Featherfoot. As he neared him he slowed, wondering why on earth he was looked so scared. Featherfoot had never looked scared, ever, and now he was? He looked as if he might turn tail and run any moment. Brackentail turned and gazed at Fierceclaw with his unearthly eyes, there was a glow in the that cats didn't usually have, he seemed to operate differently and as he looked at Fierceclaw he put his head to the side slowly. 'What is wrong with him?' His voice had a strange quaver to it, not of fear, not of anything in particular. He had a different air about him and somehow it comforted Featherfoot a little, though he still looked as if he might fall over in a faint at any moment.
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Post by fierceclaw on Sept 22, 2007 20:35:59 GMT -5
Fierceclaw was trying...trying HARD not to laugh. It was working! This was the second time Fierceclaw had ever done anything like this, he had forgotten the look of absolute confusion and fear on their faces, a fear that was almost as strong as it was before he or a fellow Peakclanner dispatched a prisoner, or an enemy. This was freaking hilarous!
But hey, since it was so hard not to laugh, why should he try to hold it back? Fierceclaw suddenly broke out into an insane laughter, falling over onto his side cackling and tried to again, get up. He got to his feet, staggered, then fell again, laughing the whole time, "Defend your clan!" He yowled again, laughing. The thought of what he might look like, the thought that he was looking like a complete rabid cat and how good he was playing this was very funny to him, the looks on their faces. That's what kept him laughing. He was laughing because he was laughing...if that made since. Heck...maybe he WAS rabid!
"I'll kill you you ugly cow!"
He fixed his crazy eyes, wild in humor on Brackentail, then back to Featherfoot, and suddenly started swearing. He got to his paws again, swaying but at the same time keeping his balance, "I bet somebody regreats force-breeding your mother bloody coward!" He sneered before he sprang at Featherfoot again, this time planning to hurt him if the other cat didn't move away.
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Sept 22, 2007 20:46:21 GMT -5
Featherfoot was too stunned by what he had been seeing to react, he was frozen with fear of being rabid, he had been bitten by a rabid cat! He has going to die! His heart thumped hard and fast, horribly frightened, feeling fear for perhaps the first time in his clan life. Brackentail saw the other cat pounce and he knew that Featherfoot was not going to move. He reacted quickly, leaping at Fierceclaw as he went into midspring. He met him with paws outstretched, but sheathed, he never used his claws if he could help it. Through all of this he stayed calm, even when Fierceclaw was laying cackling on the ground he only stood and stared at him as though he though he were a bloody fool. Things rarely scared him, being an insanely firm StarClan believer, everything was in their paws and nothing happened without their consent. He felt no fear of this crazy cat as he leaped at him and met him in mid air. He intened to do as he usually did in a fight, leap away as soon as possible instead of dealing out blows.
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Post by fierceclaw on Sept 22, 2007 21:02:31 GMT -5
Fierceclaw, however, was not so kind. And Fierceclaw also wasn't so fond of 'heroes'.
Apon having his coarse interupted, he hit the ground lightly with a skillful roll. And it seemed as soon as he had rolled he was springing at Brackentail, moving at speeds quicker than most cats physically knew how to move. But at the same time, keeping his rabid act going with the awkward yowling and furious spitting and hissing, allowing his slobber to fall freely from his mouth. Inwardly, he was a bit embarresed, wishing only to kill these three cats natrually like he knew he could. But that would take the fun out of things, and Fierceclaw didn't want a clan he didn't know anything about on his tail just yet.
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Post by ~*Speckles*~ on Sept 22, 2007 21:30:30 GMT -5
Brackentail also landed lightly, for as it has been said more than once, what he doesn't have in muscles he makes up for in speed and agility. He wasn't ready for Fierceclaw to be so quick though and he was nearly caught as Fierceclaw pounced at him. He pedeled backwards as quickly as he could before throwing himself into a roll to the side. He had learned that from his mentor and used it quite often now, mainly because he didn't like fighting in the way most warriors did. He eyed Fierceclaw with an eye brow raised as he came out of his roll. 'Would you stop play acting?' he meowed in that same voice he had spoken with before. Neither Featherfoot or Cloudstripe heard him, or would have believed him if they had heard him, he was known through the clan as being the 'weird' cat and cats seldom paid him much heed, unless it was to scorn him. He stared into Fierceclaw's eyes, trying to read his story as he did with all cats he met at first.
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