Nothing like the Heart of Dread (open) ** Trespassing**

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    Syrin, a large whit and muscluar tom with black streaks that formed around his eyes down his pelt, to his black tail padded over Shadowclan scent lines with no thought.
    Bloodclan scent drifted from his pelt. His bright-green eyes gazed around the swamp lands. So putrid and repugnant from his usual sandy desert home. Nothing but rot and decay seems to blanket this area.
    I wonder if I can find some some game here Syrin thought as he padded over the sinking ground. His face twisted a bit as his right fore-leg sank down around his paws in a puddle of mud. He hissed in irritation and pulled it out of the gripping dirt.

    Tail flickering from side to side, eyes narrowed, ears pricked. The tom was stalking like a pro. He saw Syrin stumbling about from a mile away. Ligerfur was sure that the BloodClanner could scent him, though. That was a disadvantage.

    A scent drifted through the wind past Syrin's nose. He gave a small smirk and turned up-wind, from where the scent was being carried from. "Wish to show yourself Shadowclanner?" the tom smirked. He began flexing his claws in and out of his paws ready for a fight.
    He glared into the swampy foliage with his piercing green gaze, awaiting to see if his opponent was warrior enough, if they even were a warrior, to show their face for a challenge.

    Yup. He knew it. It was easy to scent a Shadowclanner. They had such distinct smells you couldn't miss them. The striped tom stepped out of the shadows and into the bright dawn, right in front of his opponent. "You called?"

    Syrin grinned as the Shadowclanner reared his face form the shadows. "Glad to see you wern't a scared little runt," he grunted, flexing his large shoulder blades.
    "You showed your face to me, what are you going to do next?" Syrin smirked glaring at the tom in front of him. He would have some fun with this one, if he chose to fight!

    Ligerfur frowned, he was displeased with the arrogance of this BloodClanner. "I just want to know why you're here. I don't plan on reporting you, so you might as well tell me."

    Syrin sighed. Not much of a fun one is he? Syrin thought looking the tom up and down. After a quick moment of silence Syrin replied with a deep tone,"In truth, I have no reason to be here, besides find some excitement. From prey to fight. What ever crosses my path first..." Syrin trailed off glaring, eyes narrowed at the Shadowclanner, warning him he might get himself into trouble.

    His frown quickly vanished and formed a smile. "Good to see someone else who lives like that. I think that kind of lifestyle is much more fitting for a cat than staying within his borders, isolated from the rest of the world." His amber eyes narrowed slightly "Though, if its a battle you want, I think I can supply you with that."

    Syrin gave out a small, but deep laugh and said,"Glad to know my opponent isn't such a stuck up clan cat. How about this, since I like your attitude so much I am willingly giving you the first hit. But don't think its a gesture of kindness, more of an act of observing." A large and wicked grin formed across Syrins face as he awaited the Shadowclanners response.

    "Alright." Ligerfur understood where the tom was coming from, but he also realized that this was giving himself a large disadvantage. By giving the first blow, he would be giving away his fighting style with it. Giving Syrin the slip was always an option. Maybe he would take it. The dark brown tom slid behind his opponent and aimed for a blow on his hind legs. Ligerfur was growing old, but maybe he still had his spice in combat.

    He saw his opponent leap behind him and try to take a blow from behind. Syrin leaped off to the side as quickly as he could, but his size slowed him down, making him get nicked by the Shadowclanners claws. "Not bad," Syrin smirked. "But lets see how far you can push yourself in this fight."
    Syrin ran head on at the Shadowclnner, and falsly started to move to the right, but quickly doubled back to the left trying to score his claws across his throat.

    As the BloodClanner would battle it out at her Clanmate along the shady trees of ShadowClan territory, Wildshadow had a speculating gleam of her crimson optics as she spectated the fight from the branches above. The shade allowed her lanky, black pelt would suit a camouflage of sorts against the bark with the leaves that provided enough to hide her, knowing that the BloodClanner was outmatched by two with a self chuckle that rang in her head. Only the brushing winds that ran past the trees would give note of her appearance, but the intruder would be to busy to notice her doubtful presence. With a flick of her ears, her silken tail wrapped across her front and hind paws to hide her ashen right front paw, she continued to watch with little to no warmth from the bristling wind with her own self mind racing in interest.


    BloodClanner huh. . . . Quite a Clan that has nerves to just walk in to other Clans, but ShadowClan is quite different I must say. . Besides, they aren't the only bloodthirsty fools that ravage the desire for that certain thing to trickle down their jaw, to feel flesh peel off in victory against their own claws. Seriously, I'll show the fool how things are worked here, even for a she-cat like me. . . . Especially when Ligerfur, he seemed to old. . . But~ I shouldn't interfere with a fight like this, just when the time is right.


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    The video is made by SketchyVE and was also uploaded by MrEvolvf.

    Syrin held his stance from where he stood and lifted his muzzle as a faint scent lingered in the air. "You can join in if you wish!" Syrin yowled in no particular direction. "It's always fun to have more of a challenge. His glowing,dark green gaze narrowed at the Shadowclanner in front of him, seeing if he is aware of his clan mates presents.

    Wildshadow gave an arch against her crimson optics, the statement coming from the BloodClanner would give a temptation of just launching herself with some intimidating flare as a pathetic she-cat, but the heavily dense territory already lingered with the polluted air of ShadowClan scent and having two under his disposition gave no difference but an additional, dense mark over another. Yet, the outcome of her plunging herself down gave also no particular difference as well, considering the fact that she may have to do it at some point, but was it right to intervene with such business when one already inflicted the assessed defense to this BloodClanner, such a pondering, pounding thought rushed blood against her ear. Keeping her bearings, trying to choke down the apparent snarl of the searing pain against her chest that burned as if hot coal pressed along her form, her formal position at this moment would be to grapple her claws against the bark and wait, knowing that Ligerfur did not expected her presence at all.


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    The video is made by SketchyVE and was also uploaded by MrEvolvf.

    ooc;; Sorry, was busy with school and piano practice.


    The dark brown tom had no clue of his Clanmates presence, he was focused on nothing except his opponent. He had some idea that Wildshadow was there, but he didn't care. "You going to strike?" He asked the BloodClanner.

    ooc: Its cool o3o


    Syrin laughed deeply, and to almost what seemed historically, but quickly calmed his self into a small chuckle. Once he'd settled himself completely, without a word he pounces forward off of his large hunches. His paws his the ground hard as he swung his tail to the light, making his fore-body arch to the left. In that moment, he raised one of his large white paws and slammed it down hard, trying to hit Lingerfurs head, with claws unsheathed.

    His eyes narrowed, preparing to dodge. He had a pretty good advantage knowing his enemy was about to attack. Easily, he was able to spring out of the way almost without effort.

    "I guess I'm going to easy on you," Syrin said as he turned his large body, to face Lingerfur. "I still haven't seen what your skills are like. You may have the next attack."
    Syrin stood there, and took a few steps back, giving Lingerfur a short distance to attack. He just stood there, tall, tail high, and claws sheathed, just narrowing his eyes at Lingerfur's every movement.

    "Why should I give away my battle secrets?" The tom scoffed. This cat was underestimating him, acting like he was an idiot. He knew better than to fall for a trap like that. Honestly, the dark brown ShadowClan warrior was not about to throw away everything and let a BloodClanner study his techniques like an apprentice studying his or her first kill. That would be just plain stupid.