[font=georgia]Prudentia blinked at her sister, nodding at the classic brown tabby's words. Maybe he would come with them after a few little scrapes? But her hopeful wishes were destroyed as the tom sneered his retort back at Painting, taking the option to fight them. Her sister would not be accepting of this and the calico blinked the twinge of guilt from her gaze. As Las Vegas turned to her, the breath she'd taken caught within her chest, his eyes meeting hers with a strange intensity that made her insides squish together. Her own optics widened in response and she flinched visibly. Of course this wasn't like her. "It must be." the royal responded softly, clenching her jaw in regret. There were others around and she couldn't show weakness now. Watching him for a moment longer, an apologetic glance was all the gave in warning as she sprang, her ivory blades shooting out of their holsters and her coiled muscles propelling her forwards. If there was anything she had, it was speed, so like a bullet from a gun, the long-legged female rushed towards the tom, aiming a blow towards his shoulder to unbalance him.
Play it just for me ( privateishish ) Tom in territory?
- Azuka
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"You'll be saying it's over soon enough." She retorted. The tortoiseshell ran underneath his legs, attempting to nip at his paws and make him fall down.
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Las Vegas, still not all the way there, swayed easily as a blow was dealt to his shoulder, and a sharp nip at his paws made him stumble, but he regained himself. In his mind, Prudentia was not like this, despite only meeting her. A twinge of regret pinched him as he lashed his tail to slap Prudentia, then turned away, a bit shamed. He pawed Paperpaw, not enough to cause extreme pain, but enough to get her to back off for a second. His shoulder has three lines, red with blood, and Las Vegas looked at Prudentia, with a look that said, "See this? You caused it." One of his hocks were bleeding from a nip dealt by Paperpaw. He backed up, eyeing them carefully. Instinctively, his pearly white claws slid out, now unsheathed. Las Vegas' ears flattened against his head, his chocolate orbs watching the she-cats tensely. The tom wasn't angry, perhaps a bit flustered as to why having fun was getting him into so much trouble. A small glance was shot towards Paperpaw, and the stubborn tom remarked, "I've still got energy, dearie."
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[Font=georgia]A sudden thwap stunned the slender she-cat as his tail struck her across the face, her pupils dilating eeriely as her body readied for retaliation. She halted for a moment, looking at the blow she'd delivered and Las Vegas's accusatory glance. Prudentia felt ill, the guilt and confusion swarming within her hazel optics. She didn't like hurting others - even if they were just a stupid tom. Her only power - the ability to take away another's pain - was a constant reminder of who she really was. Out of place amongst a Clan of hardened and skilled fighters. The space around them became a bit fuzzy at the edges and she had remember to breath. An internal panic attack.
Fortunately, being the daughter of a very powerful and commanding leader came with the natural instinct to protect those around her. Yeah, she felt horrible about hurting the tom. But he would not bring harm to her Clanmates. Grinding her teeth, the pretty calico dashed forwards, aiming to push the flame point away from Paperpaw and attempt to pin him down.
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A furry bullet struck the tom as he suddenly found himself on the ground. Las Vegas struggled, but being drunk, and dealing with Prudentia, Paperpaw, and Painting had really drained the tom. His muscles relaxed in a silent surrender. Inside, he wanted to keep going, to show them he wasn't scum. But he couldn't. Catnip was less evident on his breath as he croaked, "Come on miss calico, off." Las Vegas attempted to roll over, and shake her off. No such luck. He was humiliated. Chocolate eyes squinted, with an ashamed fire lighting them up. The loner's pride was gunned down and in the dirt. Las Vegas, a bit arrogant, yes. This shot him, pinned in the dirt.
The flame point squirmed some more underneath the calico, but eventually quit, a sigh escaping his maw.
So, there he lay, defeated in the dirt...
Las Vegas sure hoped those Radicalclan torture and captive stories weren't true. Unfortunately, this tom had a pretty good idea to where he was going.
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[ooc] Oh man, I'm flooded...
[before Las Vegas's defeat] Painting snarled, and lunged for Las Vegas. "Nobody sends my sister on a guilt trip! HaaaAAARGH!" Holding up one paw to shield herself, she came at the tom with relentless blows. They were not incredibly accurate, but they were hard. As Las Vegas's tail managed to catch Prudentia by the face, she fought harder, pushing herself up so she could bring her weight down on him. "And nobody touches her either!"
[after Las Vegas's defeat] Painting remained in a fighting stance, her glare drilling into her opponent's. "We got him, Pru," she said quietly, grinning. She walked over to the tom, her eyes adopting a stimulated sheen. She got a little carried away, and thus spoke the next words; "I'm gonna have fun making your life Hell." This was her first fight. Oh, it was totally pathetic and far too easy, but there would be more to come, she was sure of it. Remembering to acknowledge Paperpaw, she smiled at her too and nodded approvingly. "We make a good team," Painting shot her grin at Prudentia. She lifted her paw for a high-five [totally unrealistic but c'mon let's do it xD].
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[Font=georgia][ ooc: Happens to the best of us. c: ]
A small snarl was placed on her delicate features as the calico remained on top of the beaten tom, her wide, terrified eyes locked onto his chocolate irises. She'd only acted out of fear of being deemed a traitor and to protect her Clanmates. Prudentia looked at her now scarlet paws and shuddered, slinking from her position on the flame point and coming to stand aside her sister. Looking at Painting for a brief moment, her optics fixed on her sister's raised paw in confusion before she copied the motion, gently tapping the paw with her own. They made a good team? It was good to see the siblings getting along so well, but this was not a game she wanted to partake in.
As Painting spoke of torture, Pru let her still confused and fearful gaze return to Las Vegas. "Take to Lighthouse." she meowed, a bit too quickly and urgent lacing her soft voice. Really, she didn't want the tom to get hurt anymore. She looked at her classic brown tabbied sister and winced visibly. "Dislike viewing pain." the long-legged calico said, trying to cover up her terror with something probable. Painting must know that Prudentia didn't care for these things.
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[ooc] Usually happens when I'm sleeping. Heh.
[ic] Painting gave a satisfied nod as Prudentia touched her paw. She'd get used to it. But what downed her spirits was Pru's reaction. Suspicious. She forbid herself from showing any sign of it. It was natural for someone as young as them to still have some doubts about RadicalClan's femenist ways, but this... Painting couldn't ignore it. Pru was just too soft. This wasn't her kind of thing. Maybe she was scared of failing her kin, and hid her true feelings all this time. But these were only suspicions, it wasn't like Painting truly believed them. Pru would come round, she had to. It was the only way to go on living in the clan.
The brown tabby lifted one foreclaw to scratch an ear and stared at Las Vegas. "Right, you're coming with me." She turned and started walking towards the Lighthouse, then stopped and turned to look at him expectantly. She'd let one of the other warriors deal with him if she saw them. Right now, Painting wanted to get back to the mansion and just chill out.
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The battered tom, as much as he would have hated to admit, didn't think he could get up. The three lines of scarlet on his right shoulder was starting to run down his fur, and the blood surfaced in short-bursts, similar to a weak water fountain. His pride resurfaced, and Las Vegas forced himself up. The blood surfacing on his shoulder was no longer trickling weakly, but rather, exuding as soon as he was on his paws. The flame point stared at the gushing blood in disgust, his pupils dilating. Silently, and eerily calmly, one, sharp claw escaped its sheath. With the ivory claw, he unearthed a small patch of dirt, with grass covering the top. Picking up the little package with his maw, he brought it to his paw, and balanced it, as steadily as he could. Las Vegas brought the grassy side in contact with his shoulder, and the bleeding subsided for the moment. A mad look lit up his eyes, like he were on the brink of insanity. Blinking, he was normal once more. The dirt clod fell to the ground, and he steadily met Painting's eyes. The tom said nothing, and looked wistfully at the patch of catnip, and what lay beyond it. It seemed as though this were his last glimpse of freedom.
As Painting issued the order, he was tempted to run. He couldn't. Las Vegas's right shoulder and leg wouldn't cope. Tail drooping in defeat, he followed gloomily, his maw pursed in a sullen expression.
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[Font=georgia][ ooc: Haha. I've fallen asleep while writing a post before. It was really comical to read my subconsious posting skills... which sucked. xD ]
Prudentia nodded numbly towards her sister, returning her gaze back to the wounded tom. Not even 10 minutes before, the flame point had been happily fooling around, not really bothering anyone and unknowingly trespassing. And now he was being taken away, hostage, never to see beyond their Clan. She had helped destroy any chance he had at a peace-filled life. She was responsible for causing him pain. As she watched his wounds slowly begin to dribble with the precious crimson, the calico felt her body begin to tingle with the power bestowed upon her. But she couldn't heal him. Not with everyone watching.
Casting Las Vegas a guilty glance, Prudentia turned away from the scene, her smooth ivory-stained limbs carrying her lightweight frame back the way she'd came. She needed to run from this place. She would go to her safe refuge: the church had always been a second home to her. Mind reeling and stomach churning, the pretty daughter of Auxillia ran away, scared.
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[ooc] Haven't heard of that one before xD
I always find it hard to get to sleep, but when I do I just pass out and nothing can wake me up.[ic] Painting frowned when her sister ran off. She seemed more upset than Painting had expected. She knew Prudentia was always delicate, but this? Her eyes narrowed and her teeth clenched together. You gonna talk to her, or leave it to Pru to sort out her little issue? she asked herself.
There was nobody else to answer, so Painting replied to herself. She's my sister. I'll watch out for her.
As for Painting, she felt little guilt. She was on her way to becoming just like Auxillia. Her sense of duty outweighted all others, even her morality."It was your fault you came here, and your fault you're going to end up in our prison," Painting said, continuing to the Lighthouse.
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Las Vegas's eyes followed Prudentia as she ran off, ahead of the little party he was traveling with. Party. he thought bitterly. Less than thirty minutes before, he was high and in a land of bliss. Las Vegas wished he could mirror Prudentia, just run. The flame point glared at the back of Painting's head. A small ping of worry struck as he looked on at the trail of dust Prudentia left when she ran off. His eyes listless, he stared at the ground. Painting's accusatory voice shook him out of his trance, and he scowled. Las Vegas was too exhausted to reply. The flame point's ears grew hot, and suddenly, he snapped. "I was just having some fun, queenie. How'd you like it if you were enjoying yourself and found yourself taken prisoner." The tom hissed, and bared his incisors, but took no action.
Glumly, he wondered where his other captor was.( ooc GUISE. We should post theme songs for our charries 8D
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[oc] Oh, uh....
I'm not good with theme songs.[ic] Hearing this, Painting laughed and glared at him in amusement over her shoulder. "Guess where you threw your little party? Right on our land. Our territory. Our home. Invading our personal turf and enjoying yourself on drugs. Besides, even if you weren't having fun, we'd have taken you hostage anyway. Any tom who puts one paw on RadicalClan turf is our prisoner – surely you'd know that by now?"
She walked on for a bit more before stopping. Ahead of them loomed the Lighthouse, the inescapable prison. Anyone who jumped out of the lowest window would end up in water and it was always heavily guarded on the outside.
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[font=georgia][ ooc: Hey Flarey, are you gonna make another thread for you, me and zenzan(Auxillia's RPer), or are we just gonna use this one? ]
The wind blew.