Hunting in the Dark (Open)

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"Stop it!" CoonStripe growled, leaping right at Batwing, bowling him over. He tried to make sure he was pinned down, letting his eyes glare right into his fur.

He made sure his claws stayed sheathed, because he know this isn't supposed to happen. Fighting a little kit? That's just pathetic!

"What do you think you're doing? Leave her alone!" He growled, lashing his tail back and forth, "Can't you see she's a kit? You're pathetic! I'm making sure Tanglestar hears about this! And Riddlehawk!"

CoonStripe growled at Batwing, getting off of the tom. He padded to Turtlekit, and sniffed her weakly. He hoped she was okay, "TurtleKit, are you okay? Lemme take you home, to get you checked. You can even brag to the kits about your mouse!"

He purred softly, hoping to calm the girl. He didn't want her to get in anymore pain than she was already in. That is just... not right.

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Batwing rolled across the ground as Coonstripe bowled into him. "Why you pathetic swine!" he spat, his words filled with utter fury. "I'll kill you, too!"

The black tom raced across the clearing, anger fueling his speed, and the struck the warrior. "I'll kill you..." he growled as he continually slashed at Coonstripe. "I'll kill you! I'll kill you all!"

He stopped claw and bit down into the toms pelt. He felt his teeth met flesh before he through his head back, hoping to rip off some fur in the process.

Batwing was in a blind fury now and he highly doubted he could get out of if now...

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That's it. StarClan, help me now. TangleStar, RiddleHawk, you better understand this is self-defense.

Right when he felt the tom's teeth clench his flesh, he had to grit his teeth down hard. He looked at TurtleKit, and gave her a look of 'stay here and don't move'. He felt his fur rip out, along with some of his flesh, which gave him an idea that BatWing took a step back, at least, maybe for a moment.

He had to think fast, and he did. He automatically turned around, his claws unsheathing. He stared right at the tom, letting his tail lash back and forth.

"Leave us alone, you pathetic piece of fox-dung!!" CoonStripe hissed, crouching down while he waited for BatWing's move, for he had something in mind already.

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Turtlekit's mismatched eyes were wide...and glassy. Tears flowed out of them freely. She still couldn't move her one leg from where Batwing had landed on her, her tail hurt and most of her was bleeding from where Batwing had dug in with his claws. But not a single sound came from her. It was like the trauma had caused her to go mute.

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"I'm the pathetic one? I think your clearly mistaken! I'm the only one here who should continue living!" Batwing raced forward again. "Let me spare you of the suffering of life!"

His white paw raised in the air. He would bring it down with full force. If he did it correctly, he could knock out his opponent. He'd used this move once on a rouge. Poor cat hadn't had the chance to fight back before he was laying dead on the ground.

Turtlekit seemed... different then before. Her temper had vanished, replaced by something else, something he couldn't decipher. Serves that... that fiend right! Once I'm finished with this nuisance and Flightwhisker, I'll end her as well!

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((CoonStrpe btw.))

CoonStripe saw his paw go up in the air. Now he has a chance. He thrusted his head forward quickly, his jaws opening and then closing on his opponent's paw. He clenched down hard, and then shook his head side to side in quick motions.

Then he started to spin in a circle, slowly at first, then went a bit faster. Hopefully when he let go, the tom would go flying. Either way, if he didn't or not, he would of hurried up to the little kit, grabbing Turtlekit's scruff, and trying to run out of there. There was no use fighting Batwing, for he knew one of them would die. Maybe TurtleKit as well, if CoonStripe died. That would be a tragic thing.

StarClan... help me get out of here! Turtlekit doesn't deserve to die, or to even see this!

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Batwing yowled in pain as Coonstripe bit down on his paw. As the tom swung him around, he felt himself grow dizzy. Blood was beginning to drip out of the newly formed wound on his paw and fall to the ground.

The black tom tried to pull it out of the tom's grip, but couldn't. He had a feeling he knew what his opponent was going to do next. When Coonstripe would let go, he'd be sent flying into the trees-something that he had planned to do to Turtlekit.

"Let me go!" he hissed. "Or I'll make your death even more painful!" He doubted that he would listen to his threats.

"When was the last time you saw your parents? Or your siblings?" he mewed quietly, only loud enough for Coonstripe to hear. "It would be a shame to have them, oh say... disappear..." A wicked sneer crawled across Batwings face. "Let me go, and they won't have to die to my claws!"

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Flightwhisker had previously stayed out of the fight, just watching from the sidelines with enraged eyes. What was Batwing doing? Fighting his own Clanmates? Killing was one thing. Trying to kill his ThunderClan Clanmates was a completely different matter. Her claws sank into the earth and a low growl sounded from her throat. If there was one thing she wouldn't tolerate, it was a traitor to his own Clan. Loyalty came above all else, and here he was, going against all that.

Her thoughts had distracted her so much that the she-cat had completely tuned out the battle. It was as if she was watching the battle, but at the same time, looking right through it, as if it were not really there. But when her conscience dragged her back into the real world, alarm reared up again in her mind. Coonstripe was in trouble, but fighting back fiercely. It was hard to say who had the high ground at this point. Her first instinct was to help Coonstripe, but he was a grown warrior, like herself. There was another endangered cat who would not be able to defend herself.

Her eyes quickly shifted to Turtlekit, who seemed to be unable to move or speak at this point. Her legs where Batwing had landed on them were horribly twisted. The burning flare in the she-cat's belly erupted inside of her. If the black tom got through Coonstripe, it wouldn't be long before he went for Turtlekit, too. She wouldn't let the mad tom get there first! Immediately, the tabby she-cat released her grip on the ground and bolted forward, paws pounding against the ground as she ran over to where the little she-kit lay. Her head lowered as she drew closer, and just as she was about to pass, grabbed the little kit's scruff in her jaws. Flightwhisker didn't stop to do this, but rather kept running toward the direction of camp. She needed to get Turtlekit away from the bloodshed as soon as possible- away from Batwing. She didn't look back to see if Batwing was coming after her. She just kept running.

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Turtlekit's eyes were a bit glazed over, the pain finally getting to her. She refused to move, feeling a bit more sleepy than normal. Whether that was from the shock, exhaustion or possibility of bloodloss, who knew. She felt herself being lifted from the ground by her scruff, not really fighting back. She knew it was Flightwhisker, the smell reaching her nose. She was glad to be getting away, but she couldn't speak. If she ever would again, who knew?

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"No!" Batwing screeched as he saw Flightwhisker pick up Turtlekit and begin to run. "You can't take her! I haven't killed her!"

Fury burned inside of him, giving him a bit more power. With a sudden wretch, he broke free from Coonstripes grasp and raced after the two she-cats.

"Get back here!" the black tom called. His eyes were like fire as he raced after them. "Come back!"

((I hope this isn't powerplaying... Where Batwing breaks free... If it is, I'll change it, but if not, I think I'll keep it as is...))

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CoonStripe saw Flightwhisker dash. He wished StarClan that she would make it in time, before....

Too late. BatWing escaped. He yowled a single word, "Nooo!" before he dashed after him.

He made sure his paws were going so fast to where he could barely feel the ground below him. He will not let BatWing harm that kit, let alone, a she-cat. Once more-- pathetic.

It was starting to disgust him. It was starting to make his tongue move in circular motions, in a way that it seemed like there was something distasteful in his mouth.

"Oh no you don't..." he hissed under his breath before he made one final spring. Hopefully, if he landed properly, he would have his front to paws clutched right on the tom's shoulder-blades. IF Batwing sensed him coming, and went to the RIGHT, he would of had his LEFT paw scratch at least his flank. ((meaning if Batwing went to the right, CoonStripe's paw would scratch minorly on his flank or shoulder/leg. You can choose that part. If he went to the left, it would happen, but the opposite side. I'm just using logic.))

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Bawing turned to look behind him. Just as he thought. Coonstripe was on his tail, racing after him. "Don't get in my way, you filthy piece of fox-dung!" he spat. Then, he saw the tom jump at him.

I've got to think fast! At the last moment, he took a turn. He felt the tom's claws rake down his side, but he imagined that the pain from his large scratch could compare to the pain that he would feel if he landed on him.

The wound stung as he continued to run, but he would not-no, he could not stop chasing Flightwhisker and Turtlekit. Part of him was screaming at him to stop this madness, but it's cries were drowned out by the other voices that swirled around in his mind.

'Kill them, Batwing!' they chanted. 'End them all...'

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Flightwhisker's heart began to race faster and faster as she continued to run, now hearing pawsteps coming up quickly behind her. So he'd gotten away, after all. Panic flushed through the she-cat's system, and she had to make sure that she wasn't bitting too hard on Turtlekit's scruff from fear. But she could not let Batwing reach them. Camp was still a while away- as it turned out that she had first met up with Batwing farther off from camp than she'd realized- and she knew that it would be impossible to keep the pace she was going all the way. She needed to buy herself some time.

With her mind racing, the tabby she-cat immediately veered to the right. The way she figured, if she took enough twists and turns, she could wear Batwing down, too, and that was all she needed. Maybe then Coonstripe would be able to pin him down for good. Flightwhisker leapt to clear a log, then landed back on the ground before bolting off again and turning left, swerving around a cluster of holly bushes. She had to keep telling herself- Run, run, run!

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Batwing narrowed his eyes as Flightwhisker turned to the right. "Trying to shake me off, are you? I hope you know that that's not going to work!"

He ran faster then before. Now, her was only tail lengths away from the she-cat. If he could just manage to strike her, most likely, she would drop Turtlekit, and he could do what he wanted to the pathetic kit.

The black tom was only whisker lengths away now. Now's my chance! he called silently, raising his paw, his claws glistening in the dim light. Then, he struck, his claws slashing through the tabby's fur.

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Flightwhisker knew her plan wasn't working before the impact came at her. As hard as she was running, and no matter how many turns she tried to loose him at, his pawsteps just kept sounding closer and closer with every thundering heartbeat that went off in her head. Running would not do any good, now, she realized. There had to be something else.

The tabby she-cat, however, barely had time to think on the matter before she felt long claws slash right along her right hind leg. A horrible pain erupted there like wildfire. But as she felt blood begin to pour out, time seemed to slow down around her. The warrior was falling to the earth in slow motion. As time elongated, the she-cat made a quick decision. Flightwhisker wound her neck back to the side, curving it like she had seen two-legs when they prepared to throw a shiny, colorful disk to another, and then shot Turtlekit out in front of her as far as she could manage. It had the possibility of further hurting the little kit, but at this point, it was either a sore side added to an injured leg, or death at a mad cat's claws.

As soon as she released the kit's scruff, her legs tangled and gave out from under her, sending her head slamming to the ground. All around her, the world seemed to go fuzzy and spin. Her senses were completely turned upside-down. At that moment the only thing she could do way lay there and try to regain her mind as her leg began to bleed heavily.