Hunting in the Dark (Open)

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Turtlekit felt Flightwhisker's grip leave her scruff as she went sailing through the air. She landed, a good ways away, in a patch of wild garlic and ferns. A rather soft landing, but if it wasn't broken before, her leg was broken now. She cowered in the bushes, her eyes wide. She wanted to mew for help, to run! But she couldn't move....couldn't do anything to get out of here.

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Batwing's eyes burned with hatred as he saw Flightwhisker throw Turtlekit and fall to the ground. He padded over to her and, placing a paw on her chest and another on her throat, pinning her down, hissed, "Worthless piece of foxdung! I'll let you live... for now, but don't be surprised when you die by my claws..."

He dashed in the direction of where the small kit had been thrown. He found her in a patch of garlic and ferns.

"I've got you now, brat," he said through gritted teeth. "It's time for me to end you!" He leaped at the younger cat, prepared to do anything to kill her....

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No!

CoonStripe hurried up after, seeing BatWing pin the she-cat down. He gaped his mouth open wide, and skidded to a halt, dust starting to go up wildly. He figured of how he was acting, he would hate if he insulted him. Or something of the sort. So...

"Batwing! Why do you bother to kill a kit? It's not going to fight back, if you were a real cat..." CoonStripe hissed, not yet finished, "Then come and fight me!"

His claws were unsheathed, and he stared right at the place where the kitten was.

"Come on, you pathetic piece of fox-dung, prove that you are a real warrior," he quivered his nose, now eying BatWing with serious-looking eyes, "Not a useless tom who wants to be pathetic and wants to kill kits. Fight me!"

He yowled the last part pretty loud, letting the fur along his spine ripple with fury. He already suspected that FlightWhisker was going to take the kit when they started fighting. And he figured he, himself, would win the fight. Then again, he is quite cocky.

"Come on, punk..." he growled, letting himself lower down towards the ground.

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Turtlekit waited for the weight to hit her again and lunged out with her teeth. Maybe she got his face, maybe she got his neck and throat. All she knew was she got ahold of something. She clamped down, hard, latching her jaw in place and wrenching her head sideways to drag out a long, deep furrow with her teeth. She backed up, hobbling halfway because of her broken leg. Her ears were pinned back and her eyes were wide, but sh wasn't going to just lay down and die.

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Batwing back away as the Turtlekit bit into his ear. He was surprised at her ferocity-his new would actually stung quite a bit. She'll be a fine warrior... He shook the thought away.

He was about to strike again when he heard Coonstripe challenging him. He turned around and sneered. "I'll get to you next," the black tom said. "Why just settle for killing one of you when I can kill both? I might even kill Flightwhisker as well. I don't want that rat telling Tanglestar on me. Or worse-Riddlehawk." He shuddered as he said the deputy's name.

He turned back to Turtlekit and bared his teeth. He'd bite into her neck. It was an instant kill, so there'd be no worry of Coonstripe or Flightwhisker getting in his way.

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Before, or rather, after TurtleKit bit into BatWing's ear, CoonStripe suddenly leaped. He knew there was no way Batwing was going to stop now. TurtleKit just had to bite him. Just had to.

"No, now! You pathetic piece of scum!" he growled, hoping that he would land on his shoulder-blades. If he did so, he would sink his teeth right into the tom's ear, while his claws on his back feet sunk into his thighs, which would be followed by a roll.

He was not going to let him hurt TurtleKit no more.

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Batwing swung around to face Coonstripe. At the last moment, he swerved to the side, dodging his attack. His anger was boiling over. He stared over at where Flightwhisker was laying, blood gushing out of her wound. He stared at Turtlekit, her paw twisted at an awkward angle and cuts covering her body. And finally at Coonstripe...

"What have I done...?" he mewed, his words so quiet, it would be almost impossible for anyone to hear them.

But then he thought of what these fiends had done and the anger returned. They will deserve what they get! he thought, his claws digging into the ground.

He leaped over Coonstripe and raced at his target once more. As he skidded to a halt beside her, he grabbed her by the scruff and picked her up. With that, he through her into the air with all his might. If he'd thrown her high enough, when she hit the ground her neck would snap.

But there was no time to dwell on the thought. Coonstripe was still here and would do anything to save his clanmate. "You want to fight? Then we'll fight-now!"

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The wound on her leg stung horribly. Blood still pulsed out slowly, soaking the fur around the cuts. The pain was hard to keep from evolving into a yowl, but it showed clearly enough on her face. The tabby she-cat glanced from her injured leg to Coonstripe, and beyond him and Batwing, Turtlekit. Just then, Batwing had gotten far too close to the little she-kit's throat. The swipe would have been impressive, however, if this wasn't such a serious situation. All the same, Flightwhisker knew she had to get moving. It was still life or death here.

The warrior began to pull herself back up onto her paws with great difficulty. Putting weight on her hind leg was about as enjoyable as chewing one's own paw off. A searing grimace covered her face in a flash, her legs shaking a bit as she struggled. But eventually she managed to stand without help- unfortunately, just in time to see Batwing go at Turtlekit again, slamming her small frame against the earth. Fear and rage fueled her throbbing limbs, and a snarl sounded from her throat. Flightwhisker then set her teeth firmly together in brace of the anticipating pain and began to run forward, limping as she ran, but knowing she had to get there before she hit the ground again. The tabby bounded past the two toms, arcing around them to the side, before leaping up into the air and grabbing Turtlekit in her jaws again, her teeth finding themselves gripping around the she-kit's flank. But as she landed back down the searing pain pounded on her leg again. She wouldn't be able to get far, especially now, with having just used that hind leg to jump and land. But she had to push on.

Feeling the pain flash through her with every step that she took as she raced still towards camp, Flightwhisker couldn't bring herself to look back over her shoulder. Please, please, please, StarClan! Help us!

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Turtlekit's eyes widened as she was tossed up into the air, only to feel fangs grasping her flank. She wrenched away from it, only to be grabbed again by the scruff. That's when she realized that it was Flightwhisker that had her. She froze up, her fear and pain rendering her motionless. Just let them get back to camp!

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Batwing watched as Flightwhisker dashed off, Turtlekit hanging from her jaws. He made no attempt to chase them. His anger, surprisingly, was boiling down.

The black tom turned and looked at Coonstripe with narrowed eyes. He sighed.

"I'll be taking my leave, now," he said, his voice as cold as ice. "Remember... I'll be watching you... When you hunt, when you sleep..." He grinned evilly. "You'll never be alone."

Batwing gave his chest a few licks. "Now, I have to return to camp and clear my name. It won't be hard-I'm a wonderful liar." With that, he made his departure, his white tail swishing back and forth... back and forth...

Back and forth...

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BatWing may be done. He might be. But CoonStripe wasn't.

CoonStripe watched him start to leave, his fur along his spine starting to prickle up. He hunched down a bit, to where his butt was in the air. He shook it a few times, while staring at him with narrowed eyes.

At the right moment, he sprung. The thing was, he timed it incorrectly. Instead of hitting the tom's haunches, he landed onto the ground right behind him, dust flying everywhere.

Fox-Dung...

He had to get to camp faster than BatWing though, so he quickly turned towards the right, and tried to run as fast as he could.

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