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Sept 30, 2014 18:45:55 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2014 18:45:55 GMT -5
Jennyanydots breath was coming in pants. There was a flutter in her chest, and a dark passion in her eyes. It had been a while since she was intimate with anyone, and she was thrilled by the old feeling of a male body pressed against hers. Slowly, she had brought her paw to his chest, and ran her fingers up into his mane. Winding around his neck, she fully intended on pulling his head in to close the distance between their lips. But a loud car noise just outside the gate startled her and she jumped slightly. There wasn't any time to react, for the time it took her to pull away from Clinton and look over his shoulder, took too long. She saw a big blur of a pollicle running at them. Her eyes went wide at the sight and she yelled,"Clinton!" Instinct took over, as she attempted to push Clinton aside.
((I thankfully did not godmod. So Sansa, totally up to you if Jenny succeeded in pushing him out of the way or not.))
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Requiem
Sept 30, 2014 18:55:01 GMT -5
Post by sansa on Sept 30, 2014 18:55:01 GMT -5
Clinton felt his heartbeat in his throat, the feeling of Jenny's paw in his mane sparking at his every nerve. His eyes were locked on her plump lips, and began to flutter closed. It wasn't until Jenny jumped that he realized anything was amiss, and he dragged himself out of the trance just in time for her to push him away.
"Shite!" He wasn't much of a fighter, but the sight of the Pollicle mixed with the adrenaline of their previous situation and he launched himself toward the ugly brute with hardly a second thought. At any other time, he might have laughed at himself. A mess of lanky limbs flinging themselves at such a bulky Pollicle.
He was screwed.
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Requiem
Sept 30, 2014 19:21:50 GMT -5
Post by dodd4 on Sept 30, 2014 19:21:50 GMT -5
the pollicle was a Pit Bull breed all short legs, stout muscled barrel body and what looked to be far too large a set of jaws.
his piggy little eyes shone with a mean spirited light that spoke of long 'training' that was basically abuse. he snarled and snapped at the copper colored tom spraying spittle as he slashed open Clinton left fore leg with his teeth.
the Calico tom raced through the junk stacks toward the savage sounds by the gate. Coricopat's heart beat fast as he prayed that this time,
THIS time he would be able to tell Tanto that they were successful.
he skidded around the corner just as the blood from Clinton's fore leg sprayed. Coricopat howled wildly hoping to distract the massive brute.
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Sept 30, 2014 19:42:27 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2014 19:42:27 GMT -5
Jenny shrieked when Clinton leaped onto the dog, without any real thought for his life or well-being. Scared for Clinton, and upset and guilty that Clinton might only be playing the "hero" because of her, she jumped into the fray as well. Without thinking. There was a growl coming from her own throat, as she launched at the pit bull's leg. Her claws were out and she went to take a swipe at the dog. "Oh god, Clinton." Her voice trailed off, but inside she was pleading that the tom wouldn't die. She hissed once more and took another swipe at the pit bull, but Coricopat's entrance took her by surprise, and momentarily distracted Jenny.
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Requiem
Sept 30, 2014 19:55:03 GMT -5
Post by Eliaza on Sept 30, 2014 19:55:03 GMT -5
Having just finished a patrol of the outer rim of the Junkyard, Alonzo was making his way back to report to Munkustrap and hopefully have a bit of sleep. As he neared the gates, however, he was startled by what seemed to be the sound of some sort of commotion. He quickened his pace, and came upon what appeared to be two cats taking on a Pollicle while a third stood and...shouted? Finally getting close enough to recognize them, he skidded to a stop beside Coricopat. "Cori!" he gasped. "What's--?" But he broke off; it was rather obvious what was happening. He saw Jenny get distracted from the fight, and rushed in between her and the Pollicle, shoving her out of harm's way and doing his best to help Clinton by digging his claws into whatever part of the dog he could reach.
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Sept 30, 2014 20:05:06 GMT -5
Post by sansa on Sept 30, 2014 20:05:06 GMT -5
Clinton's shout of attack turned into a strangled cry and he fell back, his head smacking the ground roughly. He swiped hopelessly a few more times at the Pollicle, but Jenny had already intervened. He thought he heard shouting come from somewhere. But maybe that was just the pain. He tried once more to pull himself up, but a flash of black and white passed his vision, and Alonzo was there, claws flashing.
"Jenny," he gasped. He didn't know what kind of fighting prowess the queen had in her, but he didn't want her getting hurt. His paw jerked to his leg and he stared at the blood in confusion. He hardly felt anything. "Fuck."
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Sept 30, 2014 20:13:37 GMT -5
Post by dodd4 on Sept 30, 2014 20:13:37 GMT -5
the pollicle twisted and gyrated its massive frame snarling it's rage and confusion at the sudden proliferation of opponents. it turned folding it's self into a near circle to reach Alonzo snapping a tuft of white fur from his banged mane.
Coricopat launched himself into the air landing on the Pollicles broad white flank sinking in claws and teeth clinging like a burr.
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Sept 30, 2014 21:27:10 GMT -5
Post by greyscalerainbow on Sept 30, 2014 21:27:10 GMT -5
Upon following the mystic tom as they had exited the old junked car, Tugger had picked up his pace at the sound of a car's engine. He was curious as to why this would be any cause for alarm, only to abruptly slow his pace as he heard the noises of cats...frightened cats. And then the savage barking of a pollicle. Every hair stood on end, yet he couldn't just turn tail and run. Not yet at least. Instead, the maine coon crept between the junk piles until he could get a good view of what was going on, what he saw was enough to make any cat hide for days.
"Everlasting...!" he breathed, he didn't know what to do. He could go get his brother, but then it would be uncertain if he could make it in time...
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2014 1:23:12 GMT -5
Still distracted, confused as everything around her was happening so fast, and not seeing Alonzo rush onto the scene, she fell backwards when he pushed her out of the way. She couldn't regain her footing and ended up falling to the ground. The fall did seem to knock some sense back into Jenny, when she realized she had rushed head first into a pollicle's side, teeth and claws bearing down on him. A healer, who had seen her fair share of fights and brawls, fixed her fair share of injuries from those skirmishes, but she had no experience at all when it came to that sort of thing. All she had was instinct, but common sense was now overpowering her baser instincts. Scrambling back to her feet, she rushed over to Clinton. "Clinton, you're hurt. I need to get you far enough away from this area. Your leg..." She despaired. Worried for the tom, she purposely put herself in front of Clinton to shield him from any more injuries, the only way she could. Until, she could get Clinton away from the dog, or until Alonzo and Coricopat could subdue the pollicle.
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Post by Quaxo on Oct 1, 2014 2:23:16 GMT -5
Quaxo swiftly made his way to gate, carefully trying not rush too much where Victoria got hurt while getting there but the howls were making him cringe. Although no noise could prepare him for the horror before him. The tuxedo cat stopped dead in his tracks and pulled the white queen gently closer to himself, to protect her. He couldn't take his eyes off the mess of fur, claws and blood violently flashing in front of him. "This is worse then I imagined."
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Victoria
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Victoria [Vic-TOR-EE-a] Victory; triumphant. Famous Bearer: Queen Victoria.
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Post by Victoria on Oct 1, 2014 5:12:21 GMT -5
"Oh my Everlasting Cat..." Victoria whispered. She faced the giant, bulky, deathly Pollicle, it's breath reeking. Two toms, Alonzo and Coricopat, were digging their claws into the dog's bloody fur. It growled and tried to shake them off like fleas. The creature howled, and Alonzo yelled a battle cry. She could spot Jennyanydots and an injured Clinton in the area, Jenny standing furiously over him. She could feel Quaxo's arms around her, pulling her close and slightly behind. The dog barked and lashes out at Coricopat, who ducked. The sight was horrifying. Victoria shuddered and drew her claws, insinctively bending in a defensive stance.
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Post by Eliaza on Oct 1, 2014 6:13:25 GMT -5
Alonzo had no idea now what was going on with the others around him; all he could think of was to stop this dog as soon as possible, whatever it took. He gave a slight yowl of pain as the pollicle tore some of his headfur out. What could any of them do about this beast? It was uncontrollable! Wildly, ready to try anything, Alonzo wrapped his arms around its neck, trying to get it into some sort of a headlock where it couldn't move. He did finally realize Coricopat was now fighting the dog with him, and an insane idea came to Alonzo. "Cori," he panted, "any chance you could dig into those mind powers of yours and...?" And what? He wasn't sure, exactly. Make the dog pass out, maybe?
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Post by dodd4 on Oct 1, 2014 7:06:40 GMT -5
the massive animal bucked and gyrated and for one moment Coricopat had the insane urge to shout YEEEEEEE-HA
like some American Cowboy as he clung to it's side. at Alonzo's suggestion he let go slipping to the ground and ducked a lunge even as he noticed the glimmer of white as Victoria and Quaxo arrived.
"I'll try!" he called from his crouch. his eye's sparkled as he telepathicly shouted " HEEL!!" at the Pit Bull.
the Policlle paused fo the heart beat needed to get Jenny and Clinton clear then it charged raving louder than before.
Coricopat whirled like a matedore and almost got clear when the huge brute tromped on his tail and he passed like a steamroller.
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Post by greyscalerainbow on Oct 1, 2014 8:20:42 GMT -5
More and more jellicles were filtering into the area, and Tugger could see the situation was getting more and more dangerous. It honestly furstrated him that he couldn't bravely leap into the fray like his brother would, he was just too scared. However, it was apparent he had to do something as Coricopat fell to the dog--cats were getting hurt and all he could do was stand by and watch. Suddenly, an idea dawned on him. He may not be much of a fighter, but a huge distraction he is. Gritting his teeth he moved around to the other side of the junkpile he was sheltering behind, looking for just the right object. When he found it, Tugger yanked it out, brandishing a chewed up boot. The tom took a moment for a deep breath and leapt into the pollicle's perephial vision, the path between them clear of cats and whipped the object at the brute, aiming to clock it in the head. At the same time, he shouted,
"Hey ugly! Over here!" He hoped to Everlasting Cat this was not a huge mistake.
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Oct 1, 2014 14:58:06 GMT -5
Post by sansa on Oct 1, 2014 14:58:06 GMT -5
Clinton's head swirled. "I-" Getting away. He blinked at the Pollicle. He should be fighting, he should be helping. What was he doing? He sat up and started to move his legs to stand, but immediately cried out and wrapped both paws around his calf as the pain came rushing in. Through the blood, he could just barely see bits of fur ripped out and the skin beneath was shredded.
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