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Post by &Nony on Jan 4, 2008 14:34:01 GMT -5
| N I T R O G E N |xy
[gentle and kind | acidic and mean ]
He hated him, he cause him to leave. The fight had caused HIM to come out. Acid. The other side of the leaf. His blood boiled just by thinking about the pride driven bastard. His father LOVED him, sure. His mother LOVED him. Then why did they raise Lionpaw like that? Was he even Lionpaw now? Probably Lionclaw, like his dear old daddykins. Or he was just Lionpelt.
He wondered if Lionpelt was even his real brother. All his other siblings were just fine. Nirvanapaw...he loved him so much. Had he died? Had he been murdered? Nitrogen wondered so much what was truely going on with his family. Evanescencepaw...his beautiful sister, who had a great singing voice. She could sing and understand any animal, only if she learned their voice.
And...his other sister...Lithiumfur was it now? Where were those two siblings? He snarled, he had come to think that it is Lionpelt behind those two disappearances. His dark brown fur just prickled at the thought of his own 'brother' killing the two, but it wasn't surprising.
He would fight him.
Nitrogen let out a cry, "Lionpelt! Face me! I have come to challenge you!" His eyes changed to the acidic limegreen color, Acid was out now, and he wouldn't leave till he had won this fight, for Nitrogen. His fangs scored the Ancient Oak, showing that a battle had taken place here, he knew it would scare the wood, leaving it there for future generations.
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Post by s t e a l t h on Jan 4, 2008 15:06:17 GMT -5
L I O N P E L T . x y
Lionpelt snarled as a voice echoed through the forest. That voice that was oh-so familiar had scared away his first catch of the day, and he was mad. Now out of his hunting crouch, the golden pelted warrior inhale the cold air. Who ever had frightened his meal was near the Ancient Oak. Claws unsheathed, he padded in that direction.
Amber eyes caught a glimpse of brown tabby pelt next to the towering oak tree. Lionpelt growled. Nitrogenpaw. Moons ago ‘he’ had made the young tom leave the Clan. What a wimp. The dark warrior thought, baring fangs, and moving his paw faster.
The golden warrior was now a few fox-lengths away from his sibling. “This isn’t you territory, punk, leave.” He snarled amber eyes narrowed. His claws dug into the frozen ground. He could sense tense between the two.
“If you’ve decided to come back, it’s too late; they’ve forgotten about you.” His voice was full of ridicule. A sour smile formed on his golden maw, ivory fang peeking out from his mouth. “But you say you want to challenge me; I accept. Your challenge, tell me more. You’ve missed moons of training, so you might as well leave. Save yourself from the humility.” |
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Post by &Nony on Jan 4, 2008 15:20:13 GMT -5
| N I T R O G E N |xy
[gentle and kind|acidic and mean]
Nitrogen sighted golden fur among the green and white. He snorted, so he had arrived. The bastard. His muscles tensed, claws flexing and scoring at the snow-covered earth beneath him. With his hackles raised he took a couple steps foreward.
“This isn’t you territory, punk, leave.”
He snorted, acidic opticals narrowing, "Listen, crowfood, I've gotta bone to pick wit'ya so shuddap that traphole beneat' yo mout'," Acid spoke, sure it was Nitrogen's body and all, but Acid had his own set of vocals, familar to Nitrogen's but it was more broken.
“If you’ve decided to come back, it’s too late; they’ve forgotten about you.”
“But you say you want to challenge me; I accept. Your challenge, tell me more. You’ve missed moons of training, so you might as well leave. Save yourself from the humility.”
There was a glimpse of yellow in his eyes. His father wouldn't forget about him? No. His mother had to remember who one sons was. "Listen you, I wanna fight. You win, you can do wha'eva you wish to me, even kill me. If I win, t'en, looks like you'll be seein' me mo' often," he was basically saying he would be visiting more often. He wouldn't go back to that lifestyle though. It was going against his pact with Sin, he was to forget about that life, leave it behind.
"So talky? Whaddya say?" he smirked, swiping his paw at the air.
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Post by s t e a l t h on Jan 4, 2008 15:46:39 GMT -5
L I O N P E L T . x y
The golden tom listened to the toms broken words carefully, making sure he understood was his sibling was saying. “I’m not crowfood, punk.” The ThunderClan warrior snarled, stepping closer. “Ok, if want to lose that badly.” Lionpelt smirked, beside him, his feathery tail waving high in the air.
The golden-colored tom took a few steps back, and began to slowly circle the brown tabby tom, eyes narrowed, and a sick smile on his maw. “Show me what you’ve got, punk.” The tom growled, stopping in front of his brother, waiting from him to make his move.
He knew he would win the battle; the rat hadn’t gone through training because of his big brother. What a kittypet. Lionpelt inhale the air, checking to other tom’s scent. The scent of salty water hung on his coat. He had obviously not been living very close to the Lake, the Sun-drown Place, possibly. |
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Post by &Nony on Jan 4, 2008 16:04:14 GMT -5
| N I T R O G E N |xy
[gentle and kind|acidic and mean]
He snorted yet again, paws kneading the earth, a cold wind blowing his long-length fur about. Snow began to pile onto his shoulders and back. Acid/Nitrogen didn't move an inch yet.
“I’m not crowfood, punk.” "
Ok, if want to lose that badly.”
"I won't be the one to loose," he retorted, acidic gaze resting upon the golden warrior, a glare. A death glare of sorts. All his hate was pounding in his muscles, rippling throughout his body. Lionpelt was sure to loose. Acid began to calculate the distance between the two, figuring out what attack he should do, and how he should do it. Something fast, that would knock him down.
“Show me what you’ve got, punk.”
Acid was tired of being called a punk. Lionpelt must be so sure that he had not gone through any training. He would sure rip that out of his mind, and beat it out of him if he had to. Acid smirked, swiftly crouching low, paws crunching the snow. His tail flicked, and in a flurry, he leapt forth, shifting himself that his shoulder was aimed for the tom, to knock him off of his paws. He was sure that if he put all his weight into his shoulder, he would knock him down.
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Post by s t e a l t h on Jan 4, 2008 17:22:34 GMT -5
L I O N P E L T . x y
Lionpelt listened to the tom words and snickered at them. Nitrogenpaw had left ThunderClan before he had completed his apprenticeship; it would be impossible to be him in such a simple challenge. And Lionpelt was a pretty decent fighter; cunning, quick, usually.
“Are you sure about that, brother?” He growled the ill grin on his maw still in place. He watched as the brown tom crouch and stalk toward him. He would have dodged the move, but he the snow had slowed him down.
The golden tom hissed as his sibling pushed him to the ground. Quickly, he got to his paws, and padded forward with a limp, his eyes narrowed into thin slits, stopping in front of Nitrogenpaw. The warrior tom rose his front paw up; needle-like claw unsheathed, and then swung it downward. Lionpelt was aiming for his face, since it was the most he could attack with out flipping him over. Lionpelt gritted his teeth. He would not be humiliated by a cat of such shamefulness. |
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Post by &Nony on Jan 4, 2008 17:37:03 GMT -5
| N I T R O G E N |xy
[gentle and kind|acidic and mean]
He smirked, he was using the snow to his advantage, blind and slow him down.
“Are you sure about that, brother?”
"We are sure," he spat, then he tensed, he was so stupid! His 'brother' would soon figure everything out, about Nitrogen's other. Acid growled, regaining his balance. Acidic colored eyes narrowed, widing as he spotting the swinging paw. He thrusted his head back, hindlegs kicking as he fell back, though his claws had grazed his neck a bit, leaving an area of no fur.
Coughing softly, he stumbled to his paws. No, he wouldn't loose yet. This was only the beginning. He whipped around, claws unsheathed, and he flung his upper body at him, claws aiming for something, just something. He wouldn't let him overpower him like that. For he would defeat his brother. "Just tah get t'is strai', my name ain't Nitrogenpaw no mo'. Its jus' Nitrogen," he spat, he wouldn't be degraded by such a name.
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Post by s t e a l t h on Jan 4, 2008 18:32:58 GMT -5
L I ON P E L T . x y
The golden colored tom felt his claws hit his sibling, clearing fur from a part of his neck. Lionpelt grin; he was winning, so far. “What do you me—?” He was cut off by Nitrogen’s claw’s raking his shoulder. The tom shrieked, pulling himself back a step. He hiss at his brother furiously, then leapt forward, focusing on the tom’s body; his target.
If he were to land Nitrogen’s back, he would attempt to get him to flip over, exposing his tender underbelly. If that were to happen, he would win, no questions asked. But if Nitrogen were to fall back, the opposite would happen. His whisker flicked closer to his face, narrowed his tawny eyes. He wouldn’t lose this battle, pride would not let him, and he was full of pride, full of sin. He was full of it. |
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Post by &Nony on Jan 4, 2008 18:46:30 GMT -5
| N I T R O G E N |xy
[gentle and kind|acidic and mean]
Nitrogen glowered at his sibling, tail lashing about, stirring up the stone.
“What do you me—?”
He grinned, his claws had hit his shoulder. Nitrogen curved his body, tail pointed at Lionpelt. He would win, though it seemed like Lionpelt had the upperhand being Clan trained. His acidic colored eyes flashed, feeling the sin in the air. Sin? He could feel sin? How? Was this from his training?
Nitrogen snarled, seeing Lionpelt coming at him. With full force he kicked back his hind legs, to kick Lionpelt away. He made sure his claws were unsheathed, to add more damage if it hit. "I shall neva' tell yo wha' dat means. Yo don't need ta know crowfood," he retorted, muscles pounding beneath his pelt. Nitrogen never told anyone about Acid, and that was a good thing.
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Post by s t e a l t h on Jan 4, 2008 19:48:34 GMT -5
L I O N P E L T . x y
“I’ve told you, I’m not crow-food!” He spat, still in the air. Then strong hind limbs appeared in front of him, and there was no why to dodge it. He braced himself.
Lionpelt hissed as his siblings kicked him with unsheathed in his chest and throat. He fell to the ground with a ‘thump.’ Scarlet blood oozed out of his wounds. The tom blinked his eyes weakly. He vision faded in and out, black to color. Light-headed, he rose to his wobbly paws, his head hanging down toward the ground. The golden tom coughed, specks of blood staining the white snow.
The golden warrior padded unsteadily toward his brother, then leap. His claws were sheathed, and he wasn’t aiming anywhere. The loss of breathe made him choke for air. More blood fell from his fang and hit the white snow. It would all be over soon with the way that this fight was going, very soon. And he would not be the champion of this little clash. |
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Post by &Nony on Jan 4, 2008 20:00:08 GMT -5
| N I T R O G E N |xy
[gentle and kind|acidic and mean]
“I’ve told you, I’m not crow-food!”
He rolled his eyes, sneering at his brother. Lionpelt was so foolish and stupid sometimes. His eyes narrowed as his paws hit the golden tom's throat and chest. Being that it was successful, Nitrogen felt a bit of pride, about himself. It would probably raise his self-estem. Acid smirked, swirling around, claws gouging at the earth.
Seeing his brother come at him again he waited. He waited, and waited, till he was close enough. Then he hit.
He lashed out with a fury.
The attack wasn't suppose to kill him, if it hit, just knock him back and knock the air out of him. Nitrogen kept his claws unsheathed, and flung himself at his brother, seeing as they were now so close. He was aiming more for his belly, and then if it hit, he would hold him down, maybe talk some sense into him.
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Post by s t e a l t h on Jan 4, 2008 20:18:20 GMT -5
L I O N P E L T . x y
The tom squealed as claws hit his soft underbelly, knocking him out of breath even more. Shortly after the hit, the tom fell to the ground. He whimpered a few words, and shook his head around, then darkness. He could only hear the sound of the blood rushing through his ears and he felt furious pain in chest and underbelly.
Was it over? No it couldn’t be, to fight hadn’t last that long, and he would not loose, because there was nothing that he hated more then loosing.
Then he blinked open his eyes, and could see. He quivered in fear. He was down on the ground, the cold ground, and his brother had an advantage; he kill it him, or what ever else he wanted to. He hated to think it, but this was a he could not win. |
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Post by &Nony on Jan 4, 2008 20:38:03 GMT -5
| N I T R O G E N |xy
[gentle and kind|acidic and mean]
He hissed at his brother, standing over him. His tail lashed about, seeing as he was still angry. He had won though.
Won.
Lionpelt was no match for his skills. Acidic gaze turned to gold and Nitrogen got off of him. Sneering at him he turned his head, looking around. "Lionpelt, I think its time I told you the truth, though I don't understand why I should," he snorted, claws sheathing. Hackles lowered, and he calmed his body.
It was time he knew the truth.
"Lionpelt..." he started, gazing down at his brother, who was not truely his brother. The truth would be out. His training was almost over, and he no longer had secret at the end of his name, so he knew it was time.
"You are not my true brother."
There he had said it. He had finally let it out. "You are truely Lion, Pride, son of Virtue and Sin, and I am not your true brother," he growled, it was more of a spat though. Virtue and Sin...the dear mentors who had guided him, he cared for them. This....cat was not their son, he couldn't believe it, but he was their son.
"Your true siblings are Tigerfang, of ShadowClan, Lynxcloud of RiverClan, and Leopardtail of WindClan. You may tell Tigerfang, but Leopardtail and Lynxcloud must find out on their own," he spat, turning his back on his brother.
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Post by s t e a l t h on Jan 6, 2008 8:39:04 GMT -5
L I O N P E L T . x y Amber eyes narrowed, a snarl forming on his maw. “You can’t play with my mind, Nitrogen; I know who my true parents are, Icypelt and Tatterclaw. You’re mistake!” The golden warrior spat, rising to his paw, and began to walk limply after his brother.
His claws tore at the ground as he headed in toward the rat, which head turn his back him. “I was born to this Clan, and I have no other siblings but yours! A mother who gave away her kits—psst! Unheard of!” He growled in the brown tabby tom’s ear. His claws dug into the dirt with rage. He was not that naïve to believe that two cats, who he had never heard of, were his parents.
His feathery tail waved to and fro in a swift motion showing his rage. His could no longer feel the pain in his underbelly or throat. He wanted to rip this tom to shreds. Coming in to ThunderClan territory, challenging him and telling him who he had thought were his parents his entire life really weren’t.
“Prove to me that my parents are Icypelt and Tatterclaw, mouse-brain, take me to ‘my real parents.’ Take me to Sin and Virtue. You smell of the Sun-drown place, yes?” He would not believe his brothers foolish lies, never have had he. Tigerfang, Lynxcloud, and Leopardtail? Who were these cats? He had never hear of there names in his life. And they were all in different Clans! If what Nitrogen spoke was the true, tell why didn’t he put them all in one Clan? His tail flickered. |
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Post by &Nony on Jan 6, 2008 15:43:53 GMT -5
| N I T R O G E N |xy
[gentle and kind|acidic and mean]
Just like he thought, Lionpelt wouldn't believe him. He sighed, taking a step back, his fur prickling.
“You can’t play with my mind, Nitrogen; I know who my true parents are, Icypelt and Tatterclaw. You’re mistake!”
"Playing with your mind? Feh, no lies pass these lips," he growled, eyes baring a harsh glare. Lionpelt didn't deserve to be the son of Sin and Virtue, he had no right! His name in truth was Lion, Pride.
“I was born to this Clan, and I have no other siblings but yours! A mother who gave away her kits—psst! Unheard of!”
"I am NOT your BROTHER! Evanescencemist isn't YOUR SISTER! She had her reasons," Nitrogen spat, digging at the snow. He wished Evanescencemist good health in the harsh reasons. He didn't care if Lionpelt lived or not, he was merely a thorn in his side. Acidic gaze returned, and he swatted at the tom, it wasn't meant to hit him though.
“Prove to me that my parents are Icypelt and Tatterclaw, mouse-brain, take me to ‘my real parents.’ Take me to Sin and Virtue. You smell of the Sun-drown place, yes?”
Prove him? He had enough proof. "Fine, I will. Yes, it will be a long journey, but I'm sure a strong warrior such as yourself can make it, keep up," he snorted, turning tail and heading off in the direction of the Sun-drown place.
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