Post by ..blackSTAR// on Nov 16, 2008 18:01:35 GMT -5
[/blockquote]blackkit__blackpaw__chaos__blacknight__blackstar
"i told you; stand or die."
Picture: [coming soon]Name: blackstar
Gender: tom
Age: forty-six moons
Rank and Clan: leader of phantomclanPhysical Description:
&AWEuswithyoursocalledBEAUTY;
A word to describe this tom, is large. He is quite larger than average, and he is well muscled, assisting his build in being stone hard and difficult to shove around. Those muscles tend to ripple with each powerful movement, and his build holds the muscles in the best positions to represent strength and skill. Though he seems somewhat slim, his muscles appear to 'fatten' him up and give him a bit of extra weight; also, despite his slight slimness, he is certainly not undernourished, and those muscles that seem to thicken his appearance seem to represent that well. His pitch black coat is glossy, well kept to keep the powerful muscles concealed under skin and somewhat thick fur. Now, under the fur but on or even in the skin, there are several scars, scattered upon the shadowed figure of the large tom, and though they are well hidden, when hit with the correct amount of light, they are revealed like pearls in gravel.
Now, onto his facial features. The feature that stands out the most, that seems extremely unnatural, is the color of his eyes. They are pale, seeming silver-tinted, yet there is red and orange within, behind the cover of paleness. Seemingly, they appear to be a raging but controlled fire clasped in orbs, with a pale filmstrip over the orb to somewhat pale the blazing color out. Now, when enough moonlight radiates into his optics, they appear a clear silver, while when bathed in sunlight, they appear to have lost their paleness and become fire. So unique, his eyes are; it is highly doubted that any other cat would contain the kind of eyes he has. Now, off of his eyes, and onto the rest of his face. His entire face is well toned and wonderfully shaped, and the nose coloration is deep gray, appearing black at many moments. Similar to his nostrils, his lips are a deep gray, except there is more ebony, while his lobes are jet black and almost average size; if they were to be considered average, they would need to be just a tad smaller than they currently are.
Oh, don't forget about his vicious weapons, as well as his signals of honor. Razor sharp, his ivory claws signal treachery, while his pearls, extremely similar to his claws, glint menacingly each time he bares them in any kind of way. Normally, they are concealed under midnight fur, and midnight lips. However, when called upon, there is no need for the tom's normally stoned exterior to show any rage nor danger; his weapons do that for him. The scars that show upon him are definitely unique, and though I have already told you a bit about them, I want to state the ones that are more 'obvious' than the rest. Upon his left ear is a scar, deep but faint, while on his chest is a unsymmetrical 'x' scar. There is a scar that travels crookedly down his back, and another scar nearly attaches to it while it runs along his right hind leg. Such menace and power, those weapons and scars allow him to reveal. So, overall, he appears to be a representative of mysterious darkness.Personality:
*.whatsinthereDEEPdowninyourHEART?
A word to describe his personality, is dark; extremely suitable of his appearance. Two paths of footsteps, he follows; his mother's kind, caring footsteps of loyalty, and his father's wretched, evil footsteps of betrayal. Both have probably equal power over him, and so he sways side to side frequently. Polite some moments, cold the other moments; steeped with justice one moment, careless the next. The thing is, he barely allows them enough power to invariably lead his judgment. Certainly, he received personality traits from his parents, but they are not as severe as some may believe. Why, he built a personality of his own as well.
His mother had one of the sweetest hearts any cat could have, and she had passed down her kindness to her young. Sweetheart learned swiftly and showed it once she was almost fully grown; Ebonyflame also caught on well, though he was distant and silent, despite showing so much of his selflessness; but Blacknight, he barely showed what he registered from his mother's teachings. But, he did learn what kindness and care was, what justice was. He learned that being selfless was a great technique to lead to respect, hope, and courage. And today, he shows it. Courageous and bold, he is, while he holds all of the Clan's respect while he respects them as loyal, fellow Clan mates. Kind and caring, he can be, even if it is extremely rare for him to actually show it. Fair, he almost always is, knowing justice well enough. Tolerance is known well by him, and it tends to show. This is the side that is part of how he leads the Clan so efficiently.
Now, his father was a completely different story. He had one of the evilest hearts any cat could contain, and he passed it on well to his son. Having taught Ebonyflame and Blacknight, they had caught on. However, even after spending so much time together, Ebonyflame and Blacknight separate, leaving Blacknight to learn his father's wicked arts, in which he shows in secrecy today. Evil, it is indeed, and selfish it is as well. The ambition his father showed, the emphatic teachings, they all taught his son great darkness. Once, he answered to the name Chaos, given to him as a second name by his father, and he still answers to it with Blackstar, which usually awakens the destruction within him. Cold and bitter, he was taught to be, and he was even showed the thrill of slaughter and blood. Hateful and frozen, he had been taught, and today, it shows occasionally.
Certainly, he seems a follower. But wait, for now, I shall show you his independence. He has barely ever been known to show emotion, let alone smile. The closest thing he had ever gone, was a smirk, and the smirk usually didn't signal anything good. He is not very social, despite being leader, and he even tends to place a distance between him and his Clan. Despite struggling from both sides of his parents, he is a fine leader, building the Clan up through determination and stubbornness whenever they would begin to fail. Remember I told you that he was unsocial? Well, he does not mind other cats' company much when they are needed, or when they need him. It is only when their presence is prolonged too far that he grows agitated. One of the irritating things about him, is that he is not talkative at all. It is a raw challenge to get more than three words from him, usually. He cuts his statements short aplenty, and he barely parts his lips. Others must learn his body language to fully comprehend him. A mystery he causes others to picture him as, which suits him extremely well; the soundless wonder of PhantomClan.History:
`SUCKITUPcausethepastisthePAST-Family:
+andweareallALONEafterallweveBEENTHROUGH}mother -- doveflight
father -- demon
brother -- ebonyflame
sister -- sweetheart
>weallWISHEDthedaysAWAY;; kit
The harsh beginning in life toughened him up a week after he was born in the freezing cold leaf bare. His mother, an honored queen of PhantomClan, gave birth to him and two siblings, a female and a male. Now, they did not know of their father, whom was a wicked rogue. Not even the Clan knew, so they grew up to six moons in peace.
They all played, living their youngest days in enthusiasm and excitement. Certainly, they got into mischief and dangers. But, what stood out, was that Blackkit had his life at risk one day, when two quarreling apprentices bowled toward him, claws unsheathed. He escaped with his life, but his left ear held a faint scar. There it would remain, to remind him of all foolishness from all cats..:justaLITTLEbitmoreandwewouldbeTHERE;; apprentice
It was a night of excitement and bliss, as well as hope and expectations. Do not forget the loud mumbling of the Clan, the fierce and luminous eyes flashing through the shadows. Oh, it was a brilliant night, one filled with the strength of the Clan, the smirks and smiles on their faces. My, when the leader shown his wondrous, large smirk onto the kits prepared to be apprenticed, they all tingled. Even Blackkit. They all settled down when the ceremony began, though, but the wait was a tense, difficult one. How much longer could they wait for the leader's announcement of their apprentice hood? Blackkit was thinking nothing of others, except for his family, but most of his thoughts were upon himself, being on step closer to warrior hood. The ceremony flew by, and then it came.
"Rockkit, Thrushkit, Sweetkit, Ebonykit, and Blackkit. Proceed." The leader's strong voice rang with dignity and pride; Blackkit wished that he could become that wonderful one day, as he strode closer to the leader.
"From now on, you shall all be known as Rockpaw, Thrushpaw, Sweetpaw, Ebonypaw, and Blackpaw." The massive tom dipped his head for a second, before flicking his tail toward the group of anxious warriors. When their mentors were named, Blackkit nearly bolted over to his mentor to touch noses and begin their lessons together.
They made a fine couple of mentor and apprentice, training fierce as well as long. Whenever there was a flaw, it would be taken care of soon, and Blackpaw grew into a brilliant apprentice, after three moons. However, the exact night of the end of the third moon, Blackpaw disappeared. Well, to the Clan he disappeared. But to him, he had been captured.
It was a dark night, and Blackpaw was cautious as he made his way from Camp, listening carefully to the sounds that always voiced themselves at night. But one, unnatural sound had caught his attention and drew him closer. Silently, stealthily, he padded toward the faintly shifting bush. "Show yourself!" he demanded, baring his incisors while unsheathing his claws.
A chuckle greeted his demand. "My my, dear son. You've grown." A glint of clear silver came from the shadowed bush, before a shadow itself split from the leaves. The mischievous, evil smirk was barely visible through the darkness.
"Wh-who you?!?"
"My son, I am your father; haven't you heard of the wretched Demon?"
The apprentice hissed, lashing out. "Don't believe! Begone!"
The older tom took a step back, remaining still for a second. But it was a trick, just to get the young one to down his guard, just enough so the unfamiliar tom could snatch the little scrap of her. "I'll show you how to really live."
For a couple of weeks, son and father grew acquainted. After that, they developed a closer bond, training together as Demon taught Blackpaw the arts of evil. Now, Demon did not consider his son Blackpaw; rather, it started as Shadow, and gradually developed into Chaos. Two moons passed, and Blackpaw learned ambition. He held a fierce desire to destroy the Clan's leader and deputy, just to grasp the position himself. But he remembered his mother's teachings, that it would never get him anywhere far.
After another moon, father and son were required to part ways.
"Father, must take leave."
A chuckle sounded from the shadows, and those familiar, freezing silver eyes flashed again. "Quit speaking like a kit who hasn't learned to speak properly. Use the skills I have taught you well. Make me proud; become the leader of PhantomClan." He flicked his tail over his son's shoulder. "Chaos. Become Blackstar. But never forget me, nor the name I call you."
Blackpaw nodded, before he left his father.
He returned to his Clan, and they questioned him. It was simple to avoid the truth, for his father had sharpened his mind.
"I was captured by rogues, but I fought my way away."
And the Clan believed him, amazingly enough. That allowed the slight pressure upon Blackpaw to disappear. However, he knew he would have to tell his mother and siblings the truth. So that night, they went outside in secrecy and spoke.
"Blackpaw.. You smell of -- Demon." Doveflight whispered as she scanned her son, before glancing at their paws.
"I know, Mother."
Her lobes flicked in response.
"What was Father like?" Sweetpaw's voice was so charming. Yet Blackpaw hadn't the courage to bring her down by stating that their father was evil, and that the tom had taught him the arts of darkness. Therefore, he shook his head.
Blackpaw spotted Ebonypaw quirking an eyebrow. "Tell."
Blackpaw stared defiantly into his brother's gaze. "No. And don't tell me what to do."
A sigh greeted the cold reply, and Ebonypaw took his leave toward the den. "Tell later, Mother, Sister."
Sweetpaw nodded to her brother, before glancing back at Blackpaw.
He figured she felt petite, considering the fact that her birth was two minutes delayed, and that she was smaller than them. He had to hide a smirk. "What?"
"... Why are you not telling us about Father?" She glanced at him with such a sweet look, only the coldest hearts could resist. And he, he had one of the coldest hearts.
"Because. It's none of your business. How about you go sleep?" He flicked his tail in dismissal.
Sweetpaw sighed, before turning her back. "Bye Mom, Brother." With that, she took her leave.
There was a pause between mother and son, but Doveflight eventually spoke up.
".. Blackpaw.. Has he taught you anything.. wrong?" She couldn't look up at him, and he figured that she was feeling guilt and a sense of disloyalty.
His smirk grew, somewhat. "Wrong? Nothing wrong in world." He inwardly chuckled, remembering that his father told him not to speak like that. But oh well, it was a habit that continued to return.
Doveflight sighed. "Dear. His boldness and evil.. his looks and personality... his skill and power.. his words.. his mysterious care for me. I fell in love with those things. And I miss him. I think not bad of him, but I do not think that he is good, either. Yet I love him so dearly. So, dear, please tell him I said hello, and how are you -- whenever you see him again." She flicked her tail and lobes. "Thank you, and goodnight, Blackpaw." After he flicked his lobes in response, she padded off.
Blackpaw watched her for moments more, before flicking his lobes and returning to the edge of the apprentices' den. He went to the side, and there he laid to rest.
The next day, all siblings were assessed, and the announcement that they would be made warriors that night rang out.,,afterALLthatweareHERE;; warrior
That night, after overhearing that his skills were beyond expected, Blackpaw waited at the first rows with confidence and dignity radiating from him. He was groomed to a sleek, clean finish, and that smirk remained on his face. His paled, fiery eyes watched the leader with wonder. Excitement was concealed, and he ignored all the other callings, until it was his siblings' and his.
"Sweetpaw, Ebonypaw, Blackpaw; proceed." They did so. "From this day on, do you promise to uphold the warrior code, even with your life?" His voice rang just like at all the other upgrading ceremonies, and his smile grew brilliant as the reply was a unanimous, "I do." Flicking his tail and leaping down to before them, he raised his voice.
"Sweetpaw. You have a kind, sweet heart, just as your mother. With courage and true loyalty concealed within that delicate appearance, I give you the name Sweetheart. Serve the Clan well." He bent down to lick her shoulder as she dipped her head, before turning to Ebonypaw.
"Ebonypaw. You are a brave one, despite being distant, silent, and secretive. I see loyalty and great service in you, so, from this day on, you shall be known as Ebonyflame." He rasped his tongue over the fresh warrior's shoulder as the loyal tom bowed. Then, he turned to Blackpaw.
"Blackpaw. You have gone missing, but you returned with a tale many were awed by. Your strength and skill are beyond what we expected you to know at this age, and I see a power for the Clan in you; therefore, you shall be called Blacknight, from this day forth." As the tom lowered his head, the leader rasped his tongue over the black shoulder.
As he straightened up, he grew silent as the Clan chanted. "Rockpelt, Thrushfur, Whitestream, Sweetheart, Ebonyflame, Blacknight!" they called.
Then, he bowed to the Clan. "This ceremony is finished." The Clan dispersed, murmuring joyfully amongst themselves.
That night, Blacknight held vigil with the other new warriors, and it went well. At least, at first it did.
The bushes rustled an hour before dawn, and they suddenly snapped into wariness. They abruptly prepared for combat. But, they were too late.
The second their claws unsheathed, shrieks escaped Whitestream and Thrushfur.
Whipping around, Blacknight immediately caught a glimpse of cats, not of Clans, shooting out through the shadows. Pressing his lips together, he leaped forward, propelling himself full into one of the cats. Knocking that tom aside and out of the action for a few seconds, he lunged into battle again, snapping his jowls and clawing viciously, using both the teachings of the Clan and his father.
Blood splattered, shrieks punctured the air, and there was effort into breathing after the fierce battle.
"Wretched fiends," Blacknight cursed. He glanced at Sweetheart, whom had a halfway bitten throat, and Ebonyflame was supporting her; if it wasn't for their close bond as siblings, Sweetheart would have died, and, despite how hard he worked to conceal it, it would be a major blow on Blacknight.
Sweetheart glanced in pain toward her fellow, fresh warriors. Whitestream and Thrushfur were limp and motionless on the Earth, along with a few of the rogues that dared to encroach the territory. Blacknight was responsible for the outsiders' deaths, and what infuriated him, was that the three other rogues escaped; but, to keep him from hating himself, he hadn't allowed them a pleasant escape.
Sighing, he glanced at Sweetheart and Ebonyflame. "You okay?" His tone was flat, cold even, but, since his siblings could see deep, they had to know, there was a calm concern within.
Ebonyflame nodded, ignoring his chest and side wounds. As the toms glanced at Sweetheart, she nodded herself, despite the horrible neck, chest, and shoulder wounds.
After that, things were settling down well. However, after another moon, there was news that Doveflight disappeared, and as Blacknight and his siblings searched for her, he discovered that Demon vanished as well. There, the mystery began, for their trails were twined the seconds before their scents seemed to never exist. It was a great loss, but Blacknight refused to show it.
Continuing on, he earned honor, even if he knew he was ambitious and mistrusted at times. Now, on the night before the killing pact, Blacknight knew it was his turn. The former deputy had died, partially by his own fault; he had led the she-cat out five days before, and he had fought off a rogue, whom slit the deputy's throat -- with Blacknight's permission. You see, it was part of his plan, and he was now prepared to kill to succeed.
So, the night before the killing pact, the deputy died of infected blood, from the wound on her throat. The leader assembled the Clan, commanding Blacknight to be among the front.-_itwasbyMERECHANCEthatwecameTHISFAR;; deputy
"I say these words before the body of Redspirit, so that she and StarClan may hear and approve of my choice." The leader's voice rang out powerfully. In his moment of pause, his eyes laid upon Blacknight. "Blacknight shall be the new deputy of PhantomClan."
Both toms dipped their heads, and Blacknight felt great pride. He stared into his leader's eyes after doing so, and he knew, it was his chance to lead, second in command. Now, they had to go and battle. "I shall assist you well, Wolfstar."
And so, his first task for deputy came the day after. The night before, he had earned his Clan's trust, and learned so much as he asked Wolfstar to explain all that was required extremely thoroughly.
Then, the night of the killing pact came, and they all killed. And, sadly, Blacknight regretted many things, but mostly when he took his own brother's life. Ebonyflame claimed to have forgiven Blacknight, but Blacknight refused to believe it. Ebonyflame was the greatest brother anyone could have had, and Sweetheart certainly took it hard. But, to avenge Ebonyflame, he fought powerfully, keeping clear of those he valued unless they needed assistance.
Of course, Wolfstar was powerful, with four lives left, and he only lost one life in that night. However, with all the killing that went on, Wolfstar did not leave without more severe wounds, which would definitely take his life, sometime during the week. Blacknight nearly died as well, but he stubbornly clung strongly to life, thus being able to survive.
Two nights later, Wolfstar was on his second to last life, having lost his third to last life from the wounds that infected his blood, somewhat. Thankfully, StarClan allowed the poison to calm as he regained life.
Blacknight took over, to allow Wolfstar time to heal. During that time, of two weeks, Blacknight discovered that he had fallen in love two nights before his deputy ceremony. As he watched Serenesong, he found himself feeling such a warm, nervous, and fresh feeling -- the feeling he felt two nights before the deputy ceremony. As she glanced back at him, he smirked, inviting her to sit with him. She was hesitant at first, but eventually came over.
"Hello, Blacknight," she murmured shyly, her tone so smooth, especially when she stated his calling.
His smirk somewhat grew. "Greetings, Serensong." Somehow, he managed to allow his tone a silky tone.
They sat in a moment of silence after that, watching the sky.
Then, Serenesong decided to break the silence. ".. Uhm. Blacknight.. I wanted to say..." She paused abruptly, uncertain.
Blacknight glanced at her, smirk growing as he shifted his tail to rest against hers. "Does it involve you liking me?"
She gasped, staring up at him with shock in her eyes. "H-How did you know?" Serenesong seemed to flush under her fur.
A chuckle escaped him. "I have a way of knowing things," he stated with mischief. "I like you, too. Just realized tonight."
After that, she smiled warmly and pressed against him. He wrapped his tail protectively around her, and they watched the skies there. Sadly, they did not realize that the skies were darkening.
Two days after that night, they became mates. However, the night after, the worst storm of all arrived. In that storm, Wolfstar led the Clan -- and lost his life. He slipped down a stone, cleanly snapping his neck, probably in half, upon his landing; stone or water, none knew exactly what caused the great impact and horrific snapping sound.
Blacknight took over, leading them fiercely away, and once Sweetheart managed to get them to the top of the hill, but since he was among the middle, he witnessed so many drown. Furious, he shoved all the others on, but so many, collapsed, slipping to their deaths, whether it be drowning or slamming into rocks.
Sweetheart was among the middle in a few seconds. And they both whipped around at Serensong's petrified cry.
"Blacknight!" came her screech, clear to Blacknight, even through the monstrous sounds of the storm. He lunged at Serenesong, grabbing her by the scruff and pulling her onto ground. But then, he slipped, and, with no second thoughts of sacrificing himself, he threw Serenesong up. But, as she scrambled for grip, she slipped, grabbing Blacknight in the process.
"I'm sorry, Serenesong.."
"No. I should be sorry, Blacknight. I love you, and I always will." She pressed against him, licking his maw, before she loosened her grip on the stone. Blacknight's breath caught in his throat. "Sweetheart; take care of Blacknight for me."
Sweetheart hesitated, but grabbed Blacknight's scruff, understanding her best friend's desires. She had to do this, but she knew it would hurt her brother, so much. Perhaps even too much.
Shoving Blacknight up, Serenesong lost her grip, beginning a descent.
Time seemed to slow completely for Blacknight. He watched Serenesong plummet to her death, horror in his eyes. For a split second, he could not breathe. But then, his jowls snapped open, and a furious yowl split the air.
"SERENESONG!" His yowl echoed, and it seemed to be louder than the crackling thunder.
The last he saw of her was her beautiful, soft smiling. And those tears, bittersweet tears. "Goodbye, Blacknight. I love you; and I'll watch over you, Blackstar."
"Serenesong, no...," he choked as the darkness engulfed her. Tears began to brim his eyes, but that was barely noticeable through the rain. "She called me Blackstar.. I am already leader to her..," he whispered to himself, forgetting that the world existed around him.
"Blacknight.."
Sweetheart's voice broke him from the trance, and he jerked. Scrambling to his paws, he realized that he still needed to lead the Clan. He stared up at them, his exterior void of emotion as his eyes burned with hatred. "Let's go." His voice seemed so dead, Sweetheart cringed.
There, they began to catch up with the Clan and rescue them.!idonotknowifthePAINwasWORTHIT;; leader
After they reached safety, Blacknight claimed leadership of the Clan. Once it was safe for them to return, they did so. There, they began to clean up and revive themselves, though they continued to mourn.
Once a few days passed, Blacknight was prepared for the full of his leadership, and the punishment StarClan would give him. He received nine lives in those two days, and is now called Blackstar. Leading the Clan well, he is, but he needs Sweetheart to keep him going. He missed Serenesong dearly, but he is also secretly mourning for Ebonyflame's death and his parents' disappearances.
[/center][/blockquote]Why would you make a good leader? What would make your character interesting as one?
he's interesting, fascinating. dark and distant, i want to see him lead his clan, without making it evil.
Tell me about your deputy.
well, pretty much share the leading role, but make certain that the deputy at least does their main tasks. second in command, they shall be.
If you haven't mentioned it already - how often are you online? Are you on many other forums/roleplay sites? How much experience do you have with roleplay as a whole, with Warriors roleplay, and with admin spots in forums?
you should know, ren. xD i im you too much.
i am on soooo many rp sites, i have one year of great experience of plenty of role-playing, including warriors. admin spots? i own two to three sites, am co-owner of a couple, and admin of a few.
Rp example:
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[ bleh, out of muse. i'll just give you a post for snowstorm from another site, while i had muse. ]
At first, only the heavy breathing, and the growling, of the badger was in her eardrums. It was loud, frightening even; but she allowed no terror to be revealed upon her exterior. The only scent was that of the massive badger's, and it was overwhelming, blocking out all the other scents she was meant to be able to smell. No other sound nor scent seized her attention, until the yowl of a familiar voice reached her ears, just barely.
"Snowstorm! Snowstorm, you need to get out of here, I smell fresh--badger..."
A jolt of concern almost seized her, but Snowstorm did not allow it to be capable of doing so. After all, it would harm her physically, more than she already was. However, the concern was no longer for herself; it was for her closest companion, Jadeflash. The she-cat had come to her rescue, just in time, and now, the injured feminine felt the guilt of leading her ally to harm. And, like any may have figured, the second her Clanmate launched herself at the monstrous badger, the pallid huntress forgot about resistance to movement and stiffened, the sudden movement harming her. But she did not wince; no, not even close. Rather, a fierce desire to get back to her paws flared into a flame, and she felt the concern for herself disappear.
Snowstorm was not going to just lay there anymore. She didn't care if it would lead to her downfall -- she was going to fight until she cannot fight any longer. That would be the only time she would give up, but until then, there was no chance. Despite being injured, she clenched her pearls as she rolled to her paws, ignoring all pain. A cold flame was in her moonstones, as if daring the badger to severely harm her ally. It mattered not if she could not fight, for she could be a distraction, and it no longer mattered if she would die fighting or not. Her selfless side was kicking in again. Muscles tensed, gaze unblinkingly full forward, the ivory she-cat stood her ground with such daring ferocity, it could have been awe-inspiring.
"Snowstorm, run!"
Oh, it was definitely obvious that this feminine was not going to back down. She was not going to run away and leave her companion to be harmed. Despite the bleeding without and the throbbing within, she coiled her muscles, unsheathing her claws and releasing a furious hiss as Jadeflash was pitched off from the badger's stomach. How dare you, wretched beast! As soon as her Clan mate was up and prepared, she propelled herself at the badger, slamming into its neck and narrowly avoiding those menacing, fearsome jowls.
She clung tightly as it thrashed around, throwing her around like a rag doll. Due to her injuries, it was barely more than a moment before she was thrown from its throat, leaving only a bite wound as she came crashing down toward the Earth. A loud thud sounded at her landing, and she lay limp for a few moments as the dust cleared. She was aware of dust rising by the badger's enraged rampage, and she clamped her eyes shut in hopes of regaining just enough energy. StarClan... no... Air-razor... give me strength! Her mind did not contain the knowledge if her prayer was heard or not, but her figure soon felt hints of energy surge back into her.
Resting for a short while, Snowstorm allowed herself to regain what she felt was enough energy and strength. Once she felt that she had accomplished her desire, her orbs snapped open, and she almost violently rolled onto her paws again. She crouched down, waiting for the right moment. Her piercing optics locked onto the badger's eyes as it aimed assaults at Jadeflash. Just as it was only a couple yards away, she coiled her muscles, launching herself forward and at its head -- and then closing her grays against the blood as she felt her pearls sink into their target; the badger's eye.
Holding on as firm as she could, the pallid feminine did not make another movement. She allowed herself to follow the badger's moves, along with its head's thrashing. No matter the insanity of the violent thrashing, she remained firmly put, stubbornly refusing to release her grip anytime soon. And her determination prevailed. She clung onto that eye, causing the badger great pain and additional loss of blood, for quite a few minutes. Then, its paw swept her away from its eye, and she landed with a thud. She was probably hallucinating, but she heard a crack as her back made harsh contact with the ground, and then she rested there, her breathing heavy as she lay there, watching the scene before her.
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