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Post by jinxeh on Jan 23, 2012 22:44:57 GMT -5
 It all happened so fast... the catch of his claw over the tom cats eye ... the blood racing through the gray warriors pelt and down his face. A growl was heard, setting off a fuse once again. Someone was talking, it wasn't making sense, noises, colours, anger, pain, worry, hate. Crimsonstars eyes were unseeing, only catching the rare colour every now and then, but finally come to a dead set focus on Skyhawk's face who for the first time held an emotion of hate. Something about Rowanstar ... fighting skills ... respect.
"Respect?! You don't deserve respect!" His words were lost in a yowl as he felt the brute strength of the powerful gray warrior striking his shoulder, staggering him. Completely caught off guard, he found his legs being knocked out from under him, and he felt gravity take over him and soon found himself floundering in the sea of sand that coated the ground around them. Sputtering, and hissing in fury at what was going on, he felt razor sharp claws press against his stomach before breaking the surface and producing bubbles of blood through his pelt as the warrior raked his claws down his stomach. A piercing yowl rang through the air, the Clan cats gasping as their leader lost the fight. Struggling to get up he felt the full weight of the gray warrior pressing down on his shoulder, grinding his shoulder blade against the ground. Snarling at the warrior standing over him, he tried to wiggle free, but he was weak from the pain that was throbbing through his body. With the tom seething over him, the hiss adding insult to injury he did not justify the toms words with a response. With a flush of strength, he pulled himself free of the tom, ripping his shoulder open from pulling away from the death grip that Skyhawk had on him.
Struggling to his feet, he looked around at his Clanmates, shock on their faces. Swallowing the bile that had risen in his throat, he looked to Frostbite and gave her a curt nod, before dipping his head in defeat but not acceptance to Skyhawk. Head held high, and tail flicking he stalked off in the direction of the medicine cats den, still trying to figure out how that could've happened.
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