by yeeee. » Sun Sep 06, 2015 3:13 am
{Spottedpaw and Mistcloud are open - I'm not exactly sure where to throw them in, and my posts are pretty bad - don't feel like starting any more interactions atm ;v;}
Snow glanced at the now menacing Mossleap, his baby blue eyes just locking on her for a few seconds without any words. The mirage is shattered. But not allowing himself to show even the slightest bit of emotion, the pearl tom rose, and wordlessly padded to the camp tunnel. Keeping his maw shut, keeping his thoughts in check, Snow would not give the satisfaction of any cat seeing what he truly thought. At least not now. Stopping for just a moment, he lifted his gaze to the bleeding hues of the sky. He'd waited too long. The coyotes would be out soon, and he had traveled all of the miles without resting. Where would he sleep? The question itself didn't bother him as much as the very fact that he was still asking it, but he kept his maw shut. Not something he was typically good at, but now, he was, mostly owed to silent shock of what was to come. Slipping into the first of the thorns, Snow murmured then, "You shouldn't follow me, dear - the coyotes will come out soon, and a young thing like yourself will not last a heartbeat." The same sweet, silky tone, even though Snow felt anything but. Worming his way through the brambles that had tugged as his torn pelt earlier, Snow then remembered he hadn't even cleaned his bloody pelt. It doesn't matter now. Snow kept going, forcing himself not to dwell - not yet, anyway. There were too many eyes thirsting for his discomfort, and even in this deadly scenario, he wouldn't give the comfort. Never.
Tagged ;; Mossleap
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Batpaw knew Hawkcry was smirking. Even with his blindness, the silence, the silent laughter was something the blind apprentice was very familiar with. This will not be a repeat of the past. You will see that, Hawkcry. Very, very, very soon. Pelt bristling, the ebony tom forced himself to keep his maw shut, forced himself to keep trying, keep focusing, even if it seemed in vain. Licking his dusty maw, the petite tom kept his tail close to the ground, ready to whip it for balance in case Hawkcry tried something - which was inveitable - the question now was when. As if one cue, Hawkcry squirmed out of his grasp too quickly for Batpaw to adjust. The tall tom found himself on air, and in that moment, he was thankful for all of the swimming and jumping in the past that allowed him to keep his balance. Staggering just a bit, Batpaw quickly found himself on his hindlegs, off-balance but only slightly.
But then, he felt his balance sway as a thick paw swiped across his narrow chest, threatening to topple him over. Staggering, Batpaw instinctively found his hindlegs straining to keep him upright, and his body staggering side to side. I'm petite. That was my downfall on direct sparring - Hawkcry was able to just flip me like a kit. But I may have the advantage here, his bulk is much too hard to balance for long.... It took Batpaw a couple of seconds to regain his balance, first looking like he was about to fall sideways, but he caught himself. You will see I'm not a helpless, squeaking kit! Now back on his paws, the fiery anger that had hit him as he floundered helplessly on the ground slammed him again, and Batpaw threw his left paw forward in a rather fast manner, attempting to strike Hawkcry on his broad shoulders with another front paw blow, and hopefully topple him.
Tagged ;; Hawkcry
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yeeee. on Sun Sep 06, 2015 3:18 am, edited 1 time in total.