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    Bryndel's nose twitched. An unfamiliar scent hit the Elitist trainee's nose and she stepped forward, her face torn into no emotion. She scented surprise and it only pushed the Persian forward, tail shwishing. The feline was the perfect representation of a survivor-her forepaw twisted into uselessness, and burns colorin her flank. Blue grey striped resembled rain, and it leaked from her bak and made small droplets down her sides. Her left ear was missing, and her aquatic blue eyes were clouded with half-blindness.


    A cat came into view. "Who are you?" Bryndel called, her tone dull an emotionless, her face still. The cat had no ability to show emotion, and therefor it never made it past her head. But her mind was raging in defense.

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    "We are." growled the trainee Ingavar his voice sharp yet hushed, Ingavar wouldn't deal with any d*mn bossy kits around camp. Because kits where supposed to be the kindest of the kind, the most innocent of the cats around, Ingavar didn't want them turning up like any cat around here, cursing foully as he himself had done. Ingavar was the kit of the leader Avrigon, he was used to cursing so...it just came.

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    Bryndel flexed her twisted paw, and upon noticing the blurry figure of Ingavar. Easing her way foreward, the Persian trainee felt irritance prick her mind. Stupid kits, think they know everything. I've dealt with enough smart mouths today. Moments before it could settle in her sightless gaze, it dissapeared and she stood in front of the kit. "Bryndel of the Elite, senior trainee and eager to report you." she replied crisply, whiskers twitching. She was a 'senior' trainee, or she thought, because she had been training extra due to her injuries. It was the nickname she had been given. Sympathetically.

    "I am Lillykit and if you think I am afraid of you think again. In the Darkforest their are kit who have killed there own littermates!" Said Lillykit trying to sound confident but her voice cracked showing her fear.

    Gingerkit stepped from the shadows, looking mysterious. "It's true. I killed my own brother." She said regretfully. She had, HAD to, at least to keep her biggest secret safe, nobody would ever know... She hid the doubt in her voice to sound commanding, but inside her heart filled with venom. "So, who are you?" She spat threateningly.

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    Rolling her sightless eyes, the Elitist trainee stepped forward, towering over both kits. "Two bitches with spice. Just what I needed to fill the dungeon." Glaring down at the newest arrival, she added, "Do you think we don't kill cats? You guys are lucky, if I was in a bad mood right now, you'd both be eating you're own tongues." her threat rung with emotionless truth. She swooped down and aimed to harhly bite down into Lilykit's scruff and raise the furball up. Still staring blindly at Gingerkit, she used her mangld forepaw and swiped, hoping to send the kit over to the other Trainee so he cold take over.
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    Gingerkit staggered back but quickly regained her balance. "So that's how it's gonna go down, huh? We can do this the easy way or the hard way, little brat!" She snarled ejecting her long silver claws. She leaped, trying to catch her claws in her face and rip downward. She stood back, as if taunting her to attack. Her sky blue eyes gazed intently at the cat, ready to use instinct to show this b*tch how the cookie crumbles.

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    Bryndel slid backwards, narrowly avoiding the blows the smaller kit delivered. "How immature." She again stepped forward, towering over her, crouched down to face level, and hissed with the most venom she could display. The Persian aimed to clamp a heavy paw down on her spine and press her to the ground. "Listen carefully, kitten." she growled in a low, soft tone. "In the Elite, we don't take kindly to visitors. But when the visitors are smart ass children, we feed them to our own kittens." Wrinkling her scarred muzzle in disgust, she added, "And when they try to hurt us, we send them to the Carnival."
    Oh, the Carnival. Where the prisoners were sent to die a slower, more painful death. Fatigue, murder, starvation, suicide...you name it.
    "Do you know what the Carnival is, little one? It's where we watch bitches like you rip each other to shreds, limb by limb, until they die. Would you like that? Because you've just ordered yourself a piping hot order to eternal damnation. So shut up or I'll make you mute."
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    Gingerkit easily shoved her off with a snap to the paw, hopefully it broke. She spat at the kit, her eyes narrowed to slits. "You, my friend shall not be taking me anywhere." She mused, and flicked a paw playfully. "Here kitty kitty!" She taunted then dashed toward her hooking a paw around hers and tripping her, she placed both paws on her neck. "You didn't answer my question, are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way?" She said sweetly. She glanced at Lillykit. "You seem decent... we may just get along." she murmured venom tingling viciously in her voice. "As for you bitch, say your byes!" She snickered gleefully, clamping another paw on her neck.

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    She isn't a kit, and please stop powerplaying.
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    Bryndel again dodged, straightening and sitting down calmly. The rage boiling in her mind disappeared and was replaced with indifference. "I don't give two shits whether or not you want to live." she meowed dismissively, ear flicking in minor annoyance. "Just get the fuck out of the Elite before hell rains on your pretty little asses." And with that, she stood, turned and walked away. No longer caring what these two asswipes did, the Persian merely headed back to the carnival.
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    Flarekit stayed in her small bush, staring at the cats. Her dark violet eyes flickered from the leaving cat back to the other kits. She slowly and steadily crept out, unaware of what may happen to her next.

    Flarekit stayed in her small bush, staring at the cats. Her dark violet eyes flickered from the leaving cat back to the other kits. She slowly and steadily crept out, unaware of what may happen to her next.

    "Wow cats in the elite are much like the cats in the Darkforest," she said. "But you can't get rid of me if you kill me I will just ask the witch to send me back and since me and witch are good friends it will be a fast return."

    Gingerkit smirked as the cat padded away, staying silently. She wondered why the little fool gave up so easily. "Come out, I know you're there, kit. It's safe now.." She muttered vaguely into the bush. "I only attack annoying bugs like that cat walking away." She glanced at the other kit, "Mm." Gingerkit pursed her lips. "I'm Gingerkit, by the way." Her body relaxed, the energy of battle slightly faded from her train of thought.

    Ingavar looked at the petite kits, ametures. All Elite cats where born and bred to kill, they where like pack animals. This kit wouldn't stand a chance against the Elite, plus bragging about killing? Not very mature, and killing your own brother or sister wasn't fun unless they did it at the carnival. the carnival, best time of his year.

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    "Why don't you follow your own advice?" Theo rumbled, his snarl echoing in the quiet air. The massive chocolate tabby, the leader of the Elite, approached the overconfident kittens, his amber eyes bright with distaste for their antics. "I will tell you only once, get off my territory or I will gut you."
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