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Originally Posted by AJtheWarr10r
So many... cats... Bloodtooth fell to the ground as yet another cat slammed into him. The black tom tried to regain steadiness and succeeded. He whirled around and attempted a slice at his new opponent's face and then quickly kicked Shimmeringpool in the face. @ Shimm @ SilentLamb
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Blood dribbled down Sparrowpaw's heaving flanks. The back of her throat was clotted with the same hot, red liquid. She was losing. She hated to admit it, but she was.
The small apprentice nodded at Bloodtooth, who had slumped to the ground with blood pouring into the dirt around him. "Bloodtooth!" she cried, beckoning for her large black mentor. "Give up! It's over." Her gaze lowered, her throat screamed in agony, and quick as lightning her flanks rose and fell. After a painfully long moment of silence, she rasped: "We've lost."
But she was not going to give up here; not yet. Panting like a lolling dog, Sparrowpaw rushed ahead and away from the tussling RiverClan cats. Her paws slipped clumsily in the pool of some cat's blood, but she quickly regained her paws, rearing up on her hind-legs and letting out a screaming, bloodthirsty yowl; she lashed out her claws at any passing RiverClan warrior, whether they were apprentice, queen or warrior.
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