Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2013 0:22:11 GMT -5
Yowls of triumph rang through the Catacombs as the last of the rouges tore out from the tunnels and away from BloodClan's claws. Vega was panting from the adrenaline rush that came with the sudden attack on the Clan, her violet eyes bright with excitement. She was aware of the warm blood that splattered her glossy coat - none of it her own - and reveled in the feel of fur and skin in her claws. It had been so incredibly stimulating to be able to draw blood without having to think of that mouse-brained code - she shook at the memory of her claws raking across that she-cat's throat, still able to hear her gurgled scream before she collapsed. Of course, Vega would play the 'self-defense' excuse...Jagged wouldn't care as long as she knew Vega had helped with the fight.
"The kits are gone!"
The cry came up from one of the queens and hisses of disbelief soon followed. Without a second thought, Vega raced out of the Catacombs and into the Graveyard, a faked battle cry ripping from her throat as she followed the scent trail in pursuit of the rouges. Her clan-mates may think she was acting out in behalf of the kits and Clan alone, but she wasn't a selfless being. Of course she loved those little kits, but Vega lived for bloodshed and pain...this was a chance to curb her appetite.
She was a fast cat, but those rouges had had a head start and weren't anywhere in her vision. The trail lead her towards City Limits but died before going across. Stopping to catch her breath, the lithe black she-cat stared around her surroundings. She didn't come out here much...and unfortunately didn't recognize anything. She was lost. Growling softly with frustration she began hunting for the rouges that evaded her. If I get my claws on them, it'll be worth it...if I can just get my claws on them...
It wasn't long before she heard a soft rustle behind her where there was some dying ferns and rubble from the not so far off Two-Leg city. It must be one of those rouges trying to hide! Cowards...perfect cowards. A cruel smile crept upon her maw as she dropped to a crouch and almost silently stalked towards the hidden cat.
Like a young kit, she wiggled her haunches as she prepared for the potentially fatal pounce. Then it hit her - Clan cat not her own. That wouldn't stop her though. From what she could tell, it was only this one cat, enough for her to handle. Besides, she had the right to attack whoever this was, they were trespassing. Bunching her muscles, she crouched even lower, flattened her ears, and sprung onto the intruder.
Hissing in perfect aggravation - even though she was delighted by the encounter - Vega managed to get the cat on their side and pin them down. "What are you doing here, trespasser? Where are the rouges?" Her inferior weight would not be anything against this cat, but maybe a little help from her adaptation would keep the cat still enough to question properly. Parting her maw, she made sure the sunlight glinted off the curved, deadly fangs. All it would take was one bite...
Tag ; Random BloodClanners, random rouge she-cat, random Clan cat(I didn't know which Clan to tag...)
"The kits are gone!"
The cry came up from one of the queens and hisses of disbelief soon followed. Without a second thought, Vega raced out of the Catacombs and into the Graveyard, a faked battle cry ripping from her throat as she followed the scent trail in pursuit of the rouges. Her clan-mates may think she was acting out in behalf of the kits and Clan alone, but she wasn't a selfless being. Of course she loved those little kits, but Vega lived for bloodshed and pain...this was a chance to curb her appetite.
She was a fast cat, but those rouges had had a head start and weren't anywhere in her vision. The trail lead her towards City Limits but died before going across. Stopping to catch her breath, the lithe black she-cat stared around her surroundings. She didn't come out here much...and unfortunately didn't recognize anything. She was lost. Growling softly with frustration she began hunting for the rouges that evaded her. If I get my claws on them, it'll be worth it...if I can just get my claws on them...
It wasn't long before she heard a soft rustle behind her where there was some dying ferns and rubble from the not so far off Two-Leg city. It must be one of those rouges trying to hide! Cowards...perfect cowards. A cruel smile crept upon her maw as she dropped to a crouch and almost silently stalked towards the hidden cat.
Like a young kit, she wiggled her haunches as she prepared for the potentially fatal pounce. Then it hit her - Clan cat not her own. That wouldn't stop her though. From what she could tell, it was only this one cat, enough for her to handle. Besides, she had the right to attack whoever this was, they were trespassing. Bunching her muscles, she crouched even lower, flattened her ears, and sprung onto the intruder.
Hissing in perfect aggravation - even though she was delighted by the encounter - Vega managed to get the cat on their side and pin them down. "What are you doing here, trespasser? Where are the rouges?" Her inferior weight would not be anything against this cat, but maybe a little help from her adaptation would keep the cat still enough to question properly. Parting her maw, she made sure the sunlight glinted off the curved, deadly fangs. All it would take was one bite...
Tag ; Random BloodClanners, random rouge she-cat, random Clan cat(I didn't know which Clan to tag...)