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Post by squee. on Nov 3, 2009 23:16:47 GMT -5
as hawkwing turned and headed in the direction in what she could guess as the badger's den, she shook her head slowly. her orders were to keep the young leader alive...for now. though she wished to confront this badger now, then stand back and watch it finish off windclan's fearless leader, the others would be furious with her if she let the stupid kit die now. letting out a low growl, she loped after hawkwing...but not before casting another death glare at the toms back.
so, why, you ask could make an almost always neutral female like fox hate somebody like hawkwing so much? well some say she was born with a heart three sizes too small. which, could actually be true...but there would be some other side effects to that theory. those that actually knew this wicked female would know that she severely hated anyone that got to close to her, anyone that could start a small stirring of feelings inside of her. so instead of just quoting grinch stories, it was more likely the fact that she was coming close to being able to stand the new leader's presence for more than mere seconds. ha, you thought i was going to say that she was falling in love....nope, you fail.
anyways, we weren't talking about lady fox now were we? with a soft sigh, she continued to trot a fox length behind the tom racing before her. it wasn't long before she spotted the grey-black fur of a badger just over the hill. instantly, foxheart skidded to a near silent stop. "what now, hawkwing?" she muttered under her breath, careful not to alert the creature scurrying through the dirt just yards before her. as a reflex, her claws unsheathed and dug into the soft ground underneath her pads. her fur already beginning standing up along her spine and tail.
without waiting for an order she smoothly dropped a deadly crouch. her tail slowly lashing back and forth, she waited for the word. she had more than enough pent up energy to chase this stupid animal from windclan's terrain, hell, she probably had enough energy and rage to kill this animal on her own. her gaze slipped to hawkwing "its your call."
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Post by le Dawnz on Nov 15, 2009 13:41:22 GMT -5
There he was. The old badger was smaller than Hawkwing would have expected, and was graying around the muzzle. He blundered along the edge of the forest toward WindClan's border with loner lands. The tom was aware of Foxheart crouching beside him, and he heard her ask him what they should do. He remained silent for a minute, watching the creature lumber across the field, waiting to see what it would do next. If it wondered into loner lands, then the Clan would be safe for now. If not...
He tried to look at his options like a leader. He'd never had to make major decisions before. He'd still been getting his legs as deputy when Emorystar died. The tabby knew that one wrong call could put his entire Clan at risk. He couldn't screw up. And so he continued to gaze through narrowed eyes at the badger, following it carefully. If he turned into loner lands, they would search the area to make sure it had not made a den on WindClan territory. He would tell his patrols to be wary when patrolling this border and to make sure it didn't cross back into their lands. If he turned deeper into WindClan territory, they would be forced to chase him away.
Hawkwing glanced down at Foxheart. She looked all too ready and willing to chase the badger off the moore, the muscles beneath her pelt bunching in preparation for his signal. He himself was feeling the adrenaline coursing through his veins. And the badger was a bit smaller than most full grown males, so there wouldn't be any need to run back to camp to find another cat for help. He turned back to the gray-and-black beast and waited.
When it reached the very edge of the trees and loner territory stretched out before it, the badger paused. Then turned and waddled away from the border, deeper into the moorland. They would have to chase him off. "It's your call." Foxheart whispered from beside him. He nodded, croaching closer to the ground so that his belly fur was brushing the grass. Then he flicked his tail, signalling them forward.
The WindClan leader slithered across the ground fluidly, making as little noise as possible. There were no trees or undergrowth to hide them, so they would have to rely on their stalking skills, and then a speedy attack. He swept around the badger in a wide arch, analyzing the angles. They would need to drive it back toward the border. He positioned himself behind a clump of grass a little ways in front of the creature and off to the right, then glanced around to pinpoint Foxheart. |
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Post by squee. on Nov 19, 2009 0:34:16 GMT -5
though it wasn't apparent to any of windclan (except for maybe aspenleaf. but then again, the female hardly trusted anyone these days), foxheart had a ton of blood lust. so much so that she was shaking, waiting for the leader's order to attack. though hawkwing could have told her to go back to camp and she probably would have charged the stupid badger anyways, not even hearing the tom's orders. her blood began pounding in her ears, so loud that she almost could have swore that hawkwing would be able to hear her increasing heart rate.
though foxheart was a master of disguises, and was one of the best when it came to undercover assignments....she had a lot of pent up energy. she had been itching for a fight since entering windclan, she could hardly wait to sink her claws into some flesh. though she turned her gaze on the tom this time, appearing to wait for his orders, however if one looked close enough one could see the tip of her tail bouncing in annoyance. this shouldn't be a hard decision- attack the stupid thing and let it know that it should never step paw in windclan's terrain.
the second the tom flicked his tail, allowing her to spring from her position, her sights narrowed to the badger and the badger alone. she cared not for hawkwing's plan of just simply chasing the old creature away from this terrain, she wished for it's death....just as she wished for anybody's death. claws already unsheathed, kicking up clumps of dirt with each heavy fall of her paws and her fangs bared and ready- she closed the distance between her and what would soon be her pray.
without warning, she leapt....landing squarely on the creature's back..her claws sinking through both fur and flesh. with a loud yowl, she sunk her fangs into the animal's scruff........
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Post by le Dawnz on Feb 4, 2010 21:46:33 GMT -5
All Hawkwing saw when he turned to look from Foxheart was a flash of silver pelting across the grass and leaping into the air. He gaped with wide eyes as she landed on the Badger's back and sank her fangs into the creature's neck. The lumbering beast threw his head back, trying to smack his hard skull against Foxheart's softer one. Then he began thrashing around beneath her grip, trying to shake her loose.
Hawkwing stood frozen for a moment, shocked, before swinging into action. He bounded toward the badger, swiping at the his head with unsheathed claws before bouncing away. The black and white creature lunged forward, but he danced out of reach before charging forward and raking his claws down its side. Hawkwing hoped he would be able to drive the badger closer to the border before it managed to seriously hurt Foxheart with its whipping around. He couldn't help but wonder, What the hell was she thinking? |
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Post by squee. on Mar 3, 2010 1:49:37 GMT -5
perhaps her bold attack had been a bit....of...shall we say, a slip up. however, it was a small slip up that was easily covered up by the past she had made for herself at windclan. anyone who knew foxheart also knew that she was a very energetic cat, one who normally lept at any challenge. they also knew she was quick in battle, always ready to stand on the front lines (many claimed this to be her extreme loyalty to windclan.) she silently cursed her stupid blood lust and this stupid creature. today had been an off day for the female and apparently it was just beginning. she could feel herself slipping more and more...she'd need a small break from the clan soon before she made a mistake that wasn't as easily fixed. growling, more from annoyance toward herself than as a warning to the badger, she escaped from the creature's back.
she landed into a crouch, ready for another attack. apparently, when your mission lasts your entire life...you get off days like this, days that you wish for nothing more than to finish up and go home. as the creature turned to face hawkwing's attacks- she slashed at the creature's backlegs..sinking her claws into flesh, splattering blood over the grasses and herself. at the creature's yowl of pain, she dived again, this time landing on his rump. without pausing, she sank her teeth into flesh agian- hitting both nerves and bone...........
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