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Post by Sare « on Jul 21, 2010 20:50:27 GMT -5
"Indeed, our mother was the same but we aren't. Don't act like being a hunter means you're of any greater of title than I am. I will rip you to shreds. You'll never win..." Flightpaw grinned with satisfaction as he watched the blood well up on his brother's muzzle. He expected his little brother only to let out a miserable wail, but instead he attacked back, claws unsheathed as he landed a blow against Flightpaw's side. The air was knocked out of him and Flightpaw yowled with a mixture of rage and confusion.
Breathing hard and yet feeling no air come into his lungs, Flightpaw immediately began to panic. 'My brother, kill me?! No!' The long-haired tabby finally recovered and once again lunged at his brother, this time aiming to bite at his leg. 'I won't let you win, brother. Ever. I'll let you fight your battles alone and watch as you suffer. I'll be the valiant warrior who charges through the ranks of the enemy, and you'll be the poor coward who's being ripped to shreds by an apprentice! Hah, no match for me... this battle isn't the first one you're going to win, and it's not going to be the last that you're going to lose!' [/size]
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Post by ♥ Riro ♥ on Jul 22, 2010 6:25:33 GMT -5
--Flightpaw taunted back, thinking that Gorsepaw was just going to stand there like a scared kitten. "Indeed, our mother was the same but we aren't. Don't act like being a hunter means you're of any greater of title than I am. I will rip you to shreds. You'll never win..." he meowed. But no, Gorsepaw would fight if he had to, he was an apprentice after all.
--At Gorsepaw's blow, Flightpaw was knocked over, winded for a couple od second. Gorsepaw took that time to speak. "And that's all brothers are really about. I can't say that I enjoyed being beaten up ever day as a kit and having a piece of filth for a big brother," he remarked.
--Flightpaw retaliated. He got up, still breathing a bit heavy and he lunged at Gorsepaw, his teeth sinking into Gorsepaw's leg. Gorsepaw let out a pained cry. He couln't see through the blood in his eyes, and now he was sure that he would have a crippled leg forever. Moving blindly, Gosepaw forced himself to his feet. His unsheathed his claws, and raked them down Flightpaw's exposed side.
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Post by Sare « on Jul 22, 2010 13:00:24 GMT -5
"And that's all brothers are really about. I can't say that I've enjoyed being beaten up every day as a kit and having a piece of filth for a big brother." [/i] Flightpaw bit down hard on his little brother's leg for daring to insult him, he knew his little brother would soon fall to Flightpaw's greater fighting ability. But he didn't expect Gorsepaw to retaliate after this attack, he had expected him to give up, as always. A sharp pain seared through his side as his brother raked his claws down the brown tabby's sides, and he could feel warm blood begin to drip down his coat. With a startled yelp, Flightpaw let go of his brother's leg and jumped away, glaring at Gorsepaw with burning anger. "If you don't enjoy getting beaten up, I wouldn't get my hopes up." he retorted with a spit. "Me? A piece of filth? Just look at yourself. What kind of asset to ShadowClan are you? We can't have warriors who can fight no better than kittypets fighting our wars. No, we need strong warriors - strong warriors like me who will hold no mercy towards the enemy." he then thought of all of the other weaklings in his clan - Thunderleap and Hollyfern, even Tinystar was weak. They didn't want war, they weren't true ShadowClan cats. They were as weak as the terrible excuse for a kittypet clan known as ThunderClan. Flightpaw quickly went into a hunter's crouch and leaped at his brother, attempting to jump on his back. Once he got a good grip, he would cause his brother every agony he could. No, he wouldn't kill him, but he would teach his little, defiant brother how useless and defenseless he really was.[/blockquote][/size]
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Post by ♥ Riro ♥ on Jul 22, 2010 18:08:34 GMT -5
--Gorsepaw actually enjoyed seeing the blood spurt out from his brother, instead of cringing from it. Flightpaw turned angrily towards him, he had probably not been expecting him to fight, well today he should expect the unexpected. "If you don't enjoy getting beaten up, I wouldn't get my hopes up," Flightpaw spat at Gorsepaw. "Me? A piece of filth? Just look at yourself. What kind of asset to ShadowClan are you? We can't have warriors who can fight no better than kittypets fighting our wars. No, we need strong warriors - strong warriors like me who will hold no mercy towards the enemy."
--Gorsepaw stared at Flightpaw. "Ok, try me," he said with disgust in his voice. "See how defenseless and useless I really am. Fight me and I will show you that I can too, I am a true Shadowclan cat and you are nothing more than a dirty piece of filth on a rat!"
--Gorsepaw stood in a wide and sturdy stance, watching every one of Flightpaw's movements. Flightpaw wriggled down, and Gorsepaw prepared himself. His brother lept towards him, but Gorsepaw only narrowly avoided him, still getting a scrape to his maw. Gorsepaw breathed heavily, but carried on. He attempted to bite his brother's tail, which was swinging slowly back and forth.
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Post by Sare « on Jul 22, 2010 20:16:57 GMT -5
Flightpaw growled as a searing pain shot through his tail. His little brother was biting down on his tail, which caused Flightpaw to feel only more angry. Through clenched teeth, Flightpaw hissed, "ShadowClan cats aren't softhearted kittypets. Why don't go to ThunderClan where you belong! And feel free to take half of the clan with you. If I ever become leader, I'll make sure to kick out all of the weaklings that prevent ShadowClan from achieving its true potential! We could be the strongest clan in the forest if it weren't for all of the weaklings like you invading our clan!"
Flightpaw was quick to retaliate, turning to face his brother and attempting to rake his claws down his brother's shoulder. 'You'll let go of my tail, you useless rat. Maybe I should just dispose of you now. You're only going to get in the way, and I can't have that, can I? Someone threatening me because they're jealous? You'll never become a good warrior, but they'll always consider you one in StarClan.' Flightpaw grinned. "You're just a pest in the way, a flea on my back!"
'I'll rid myself of you somehow, I'll make it look like you killed someone. Or I'll just get rid of you and say that you died defending the clan from a fox. Something... somehow... you'll be out of my life.' [/size]
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Post by ♥ Riro ♥ on Jul 23, 2010 6:45:42 GMT -5
--Flightpaw growled with pain as Gorsepaw's teeth met their aim, and his teeth sunk down into his brother's tail. "ShadowClan cats aren't softhearted kittypets. Why don't go to ThunderClan where you belong! And feel free to take half of the clan with you. If I ever become leader, I'll make sure to kick out all of the weaklings that prevent ShadowClan from achieving its true potential! We could be the strongest clan in the forest if it weren't for all of the weaklings like you invading our clan!"
--"Well, you will not become leader if you keep acting like this!" Gorsepaw cried. He hadn't notice Flightpaw whip around until the claws were already raking through his shoulder. Gorsepaw yowled in pain, blood already pouring from the wound in his shoulder, by far the worst so far.
--"You're just a pest in the way, a flea on my back!" Flightpaw taunted. Gorsepaw looked up to the sky, pain blurring his eyes. Oh, Starclan," he thought. "Help me, send someone here to save me." It had just occured to him that Flightpaw might actually kill him, bu his last sentence. Gorsepaw stood huddling on the ground, a puddle of blood around him.
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Post by Sare « on Jul 23, 2010 12:43:18 GMT -5
A toothy grin made its way across Flightpaw's little face as he looked at the pool of blood on the ground with satisfaction. "Who said I won't? A dead cat can tell nothing. Once the weaklings get out of the way, it will be easy to spot the true leader." Flightpaw hissed. "You can't even stay aware, can you?" he grinned as he watched his little brother cry as he raked his claws down Gorsepaw's shoulder. Satisfaction poured through his body as blood poured from the wound on Gorsepaw's shoulder, and a pool of blood formed around the tiny figure of his runt brother.
"So bold, you'd be of more use to me if you'd just listen and follow." Flightpaw meowed as he sat down and casually licked his claws, cleaning off the blood on them. "Maybe then you'd be of some use to me. Perhaps if you would do my bidding I'd stop torturing you." Flightpaw grinned as his amber eyes stared right at his brother. 'Yes, all I need is a little minion to carry out my will, whether it be out of fear or service.' A wicked grin remained on Flightpaw's face as he started to groom himself, occasionally glancing up at Gorsepaw and making sure that he wasn't going to try another valiant return to the battle. [/size]
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Post by ♥ Riro ♥ on Jul 23, 2010 16:47:58 GMT -5
--Gorsepaw shivered, cold on the forest floor, blood pouring thickly and fast throught the wound on his shoulder. Flightpaw leaned over him, grinning widely. "Who said I won't? A dead cat can tell nothing. Once the weaklings get out of the way, it will be easy to spot the true leader," he meowed with evil satisfaction. "You can't even stay aware, can you?"
--Gorpsepaw winced and moved his way into a sort of standing position. "You will not become leader," Gorsepaw replied, his voice trembling. "Not while I am alive. I will fight you for it till the death." But his last words made him shiver more than ever. What if this was the final stand? Was he going to die?
--"So bold, you'd be of more use to me if you'd just listen and follow." Flightpaw's voice was light and happy as he licked the blood, his blood, off the claws. "Maybe then you'd be of some use to me. Perhaps if you would do my bidding I'd stop torturing you. Gorsepaw frowned. "I will never do your bidding, never." His voice was husk and dull. He didn't have enough strength left in his body to even move, much less fight his brother.
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Post by Sare « on Jul 23, 2010 18:26:28 GMT -5
Flightpaw grinned as he watched his brother's strength slowly fade, as his voice grew quieter and less defiant. "I will not become leader? Just you wait. Who said you were going to be alive when I became leader? Perhaps I would have made you deputy. If you will fight me until the death, then your death should come right now." Flightpaw licked his lips as he got to his feet and slowly walked towards his brother. "Ah, little brother. How defiant and foolish you are. You never truly could share my vision. Together we could rule the forest! But now it looks like your life will be as cut short as you are." Flightpaw meowed with a rude snicker.
"Now, now. How much will I have to do to break you? Or will I be forced to kill you now? You'll never keep this a secret, will you?" Flightpaw looked at his brother and sighed. Nothing would break him, nothing would make him obey his stronger brother. "Now, must I make it so that you lie in this pool of blood, so that you join StarClan so early? Perhaps you could have mastered your full potential..." Flightpaw circled his brother as he spoke, staring at him with eyes that burned with a strong ambition.
"Now, I guess perhaps it is your time. No StarClan will save you now." the wicked little tabby snarled as he lashed out with one of his paws, trying to scratch his brother's cheek. "No one is here, you'll die like the coward you are." [/size]
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Post by ♥ Riro ♥ on Jul 24, 2010 5:45:02 GMT -5
--Gorsepaw struggled vainly on the ground, no strength to even try to get up. "I will not become leader? Just you wait. Who said you were going to be alive when I became leader? Perhaps I would have made you deputy. If you will fight me until the death, then your death should come right now," his brother laughed. Flightpaw started walking towards him, meowing, "Ah, little brother. How defiant and foolish you are. You never truly could share my vision. Together we could rule the forest! But now it looks like your life will be as cut short as you are.""
--Gorsepaw opened his dry throat, attempting to get some words out. "I would have never became your deputy or ruled the forest with you. You are nothing more than a dirty rat! The clans will never let it happen," he pointed out.
--His brother's eyes were lighted weirdly, Gorsepaw shivered. "Now, now. How much will I have to do to break you? Or will I be forced to kill you now? You'll never keep this a secret, will you? Now, must I make it so that you lie in this pool of blood, so that you join StarClan so early? Perhaps you could have mastered your full potential..." Gorsepaw squirmed even more, but he knew that he would die here alone, and no one would even know.
--"Now, I guess perhaps it is your time. No StarClan will save you now," Flightpaw laughed, lashing out and scratching his cheek so that more blood welled up. "No one is here, you'll die like the coward you are."
--Still, Gorsepaw struggled on. "No..." he muttered, so soft that he could not even hear it. He lifted his heavy paw and tried to strike his brother in the chest, but his was so blinded by tears, blood, and grime, that he missed by a mile.
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Post by Sare « on Jul 24, 2010 13:44:01 GMT -5
"Oh, who said the clans wouldn't let it happen? ThunderClan are a bunch of kittypets who cannot fight - even their medicine cat is a cripple. The leader of WindClan is blind, what threat is he? RiverClan have always been weakest though - always threatened or poisoned by twolegs. You just take advantage of them when they need it most. Who said I was going to to just charge in like a blind mousebrain?" Flightpaw grinned maliciously as he watched his brother lose strength, slowly fading away as if his body itself would join StarClan without a trace.
He stared coldly into his brother's eyes watching as he made a pathetic attempt at raising his paw and lashing out. It missed horribly, not even getting close to the enemy. The long-furred brown tabby tom simply stared as his little brother began to grow overwhelmed by the blood that was spilling from his wounds. "Yes, regret. You'll regret your decisions. When you're on the ground taking your last breath, when you look up at the sky and see no stars. No one can help you now, not even your pitiful excuse for saviors - StarClan. They won't give you any mercy, your death will be slow and painful."
Flightpaw casually dipped his paw in the pool of blood that had formed around Gorsepaw and began to make a trail of it leading to the entrance to the camp. He returned to the pool to retrieve more blood whenever his paw began to grow dry. As he walked over to gather more blood, he whispered, "But I'll make your death look more honorable than it really was. Poor Gorsepaw will have fallen because he was killed by a fox. And his brother will mourn, yes - but not on the inside. Inside I'll be full of satisfaction." The malevolent criminal continued to paint the ground with Gorsepaw's blood, trying to make it look as if he'd dragged the corpse of his little brother into the camp.
When his masterpiece was completed and a long, wide streak of blood lead up to Gorsepaw's corpse, Flightpaw snorted and looked over at the entrance. 'I have time to do more.' Flightpaw then grabbed more blood and darted into the forest, no doubt trying to make it look as if droplets of blood had spilled onto the ground of the forest floor. He returned several times to gather more blood, slowly covering up any signs of what was actually occurring. Flightpaw made one last round before returning, completely out of breath, and assumed a sitting position next to his little brother.
"What now, Gorsepaw? I'll just sit and watch..." [/size]
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Post by ♥ Riro ♥ on Jul 25, 2010 7:33:27 GMT -5
--Gorsepaw gave up struggling long ago, now he only looked up to Flightpaw in horror as he spoke. "Oh, who said the clans wouldn't let it happen? ThunderClan are a bunch of kittypets who cannot fight - even their medicine cat is a cripple. The leader of WindClan is blind, what threat is he? RiverClan have always been weakest though - always threatened or poisoned by twolegs. You just take advantage of them when they need it most. Who said I was going to to just charge in like a blind mousebrain?"
--"What about the rest of Windclan?" he replied. Gorsepaw had never stuck up for any clan ever before in his life, but now he needed to point out the good in them. "They will fight you, proud and vain as they are. And Riverclan is the second best off clan right now, without any crippled leaders or medicine cats," he said with the little strength he had left in him. "Although they do not have a deputy just yet," he thought only to himself.
--Flightpaw stared at Gorsepaw evilly and angrily. "Yes, regret. You'll regret your decisions. When you're on the ground taking your last breath, when you look up at the sky and see no stars. No one can help you now, not even your pitiful excuse for saviors - StarClan. They won't give you any mercy, your death will be slow and painful." Gorsepaw squirmed on the ground. "Starclan is not pitiful. It is not my time to join them just yet!" But Gorsepaw could slowly feel it happening, the strength deserting him. "Somebody, anybody, help me," he thought derperatey.
--Flightpaw dipped his paw into Gorsepaw's blood and started dragging it across camp. "What is he doing?"
[/i] Gorsepaw wondered. When Flightpaw got close again, he whispered, "But I'll make your death look more honorable than it really was. Poor Gorsepaw will have fallen because he was killed by a fox. And his brother will mourn, yes - but not on the inside. Inside I'll be full of satisfaction." Gorsepaw hissed angrily. "No, you are trying to cover up your tracks so no one will suspect you, you rat!" Anger was flowing within Gorsepaw. --Flightpaw came back and just sat and watched as Gorsepaw made weak attempts to sit up. "What now, Gorsepaw? I'll just sit and watch..." Now he couldn't even move a limb, blooc was still trickling down his side, face, and leg. "No..." he whispered.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by Sare « on Jul 25, 2010 14:00:28 GMT -5
Flightpaw sat still and casually groomed himself as he watched Gorsepaw. "Oh, aren't you clever? Of course, I don't want anyone to know. Why would I? They're all so stuck to the warrior code that it blinds them - they cannot see that death is necessary. If all the weaklings are vanquished then the cats of the forest would be so much stronger. If all of those who are the weakest in the litter were eliminated - then only the purest and finest warriors would rule the forest."
Flightpaw looked around with anxiety, a patrol could come into the camp any minute or Fernwhisker could return with herbs at any time. He had to be alert - if he was going to be a convincing actor, he wouldn't simply be grooming himself while his brother lay bleeding in the camp. 'I still have time.' Scooping up a pawful of blood, Flightpaw did his best to rub it on his scratches and all over his fur. 'This battle will have been a bloody one, so that none can doubt that Gorsepaw died because of a brutal skirmish with a fox. They'll see the blood that stains my fur coat and think that my claims are true. Ah, yes - and all of them will believe it. Annoying runt!'
Flightpaw looked down at Gorsepaw and shot an evil grin at his little brother. "Ah, this could have ended differently. But it was your fault. We could have done great things together, but my mercy towards you has been rejected and you gave me no choice. Too bad, too bad... it is all your loss." he murmured. His eyes which had shone only maliciousness before now had feigned sorrow in them - as if he were mocking his little brother as he lay dying. [/size]
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Post by ♥ Riro ♥ on Jul 26, 2010 6:54:58 GMT -5
--Gorsepaw was getting tired of arguing with his foolish and insane brother. And slowly but surely, he was regaining his strength back. But he didn't shw his brother that, he kept still on the floor all the same. "Oh, aren't you clever? Of course, I don't want anyone to know. Why would I? They're all so stuck to the warrior code that it blinds them - they cannot see that death is necessary. If all the weaklings are vanquished then the cats of the forest would be so much stronger. If all of those who are the weakest in the litter were eliminated - then only the purest and finest warriors would rule the forest," meowed Flightpaw.
--Gorsepaw still used a small and frail voice, to make sure that his brother thought he wa still faint. "No you are the only one blind enough to think that killing of cats is the right thing to do- of course killing off you WOULD be the right thing to do," he replied.
--The blood that pooled around Gorsepaw was still wet, but the bleeding was slowing. Gorsepaw closed his eyes, still to weak to get up, but feeling better. Flightpaw dipped his paw in the blood once more and trailed it on his own coat. "Stupid brother," Gorsepaw thought to himself. Flightpaw turned around and glared evilly at him. "Ah, this could have ended differently. But it was your fault. We could have done great things together, but my mercy towards you has been rejected and you gave me no choice. Too bad, too bad... it is all your loss," said Flightpaw. Gorsepaw frowned. "Sure ratface!" He spat and his spit was red from the blood.
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Post by Sare « on Jul 26, 2010 12:17:51 GMT -5
"Ah, killing off me? What brave words for such a coward. Watch, you'll die soon. Then all you'll have to say is ... oh, nothing. Your words are meaningless, just as your life - you cannot understand my true vision. I am sure that there are others, little brother, that understand what I speak of. But only the weak-hearted don't have the guts to carry out what is almost necessary." Flightpaw grinned, as he watched his brother whom appeared to be still weak, unaware that his little brother was setting a trap for his foxhearted other.
"Now, now. Are you going to die soon or am I going to have to do it for you? A patrol should come back anytime soon, and I don't want it to look like I've gone and killed you..." the wicked brown-furred tabby apprentice meowed, looked over at the entrance to the camp and sighing with relief. 'Although I would love to get this over with already, but it's so much more fun to watch blood spill onto the ground and make a large, scarlet stain that shall last for many moons to come. To always pride myself that I created it...'
"Ah, ratface? What a pitiful insult. There are other words that could describe me, little brother. Perhaps ratface works, but in that case I will call you a mouseheart." [/size]
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