`loner has committed a murder?? Or was he FRAMED? | oPeN. |

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    Crimson, sticky substance flowed, out of the limp body, that spoke of death. Afterlife crouched, inches away from the crime, his pupils, enormous than ever. Blood dripped out from the dead cat's corner jaw, exposing the fracture jaw, cracked within it's whole side face. Afterlife knew some cat or cats had saw him do it, killed this innocent cat. Though, the funny thing is: he doesn't remember anything. OH, F*CK IT. He'll probably get blamed for everything, the evidence was clear as glass! Some b*stard set him up, he just known it. Probably laughing their heads, having a blast! BULLSH*T. What's next? Forced to go to some mentally insane shelter? No, way.


    Afterlife had to run, fast. Change his name, appearance, and defiantly location. Did he feel sorrow about the dead cat? F*CK yes, what cat deserves to die? Especially, a queen carrying kits. Pitiful, Afterlife swears on his grave he didn't do this. The only thing he remember was hunting a sparrow and randomly blackout for no reason at all, and waking up to some dead body. He was framed, he can just feel it.

    "Let me go!!" A small pale she-cat yowled, slashing the tom's face. He was apart of a group of rouge killers. He had heard rumors of them before. She was a very shy and sensitive cat.


    "Now, now, why would I do something like that?" He growled, spitting in her face.


    Trinity unsheathed her claws and scratched the ground desperately trying to get out of his grip. "Help! Help me!!" She called out.


    She was out hunting, for herself, when he had caught her and slashed her back.


    "Please- Help!" She yowled, close to tears from his claws digging into her sides.

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    [font=georgia]Afterlife perked his ears up in alert, he heard a faint yowl in the background. The tabby began to pad in a circumspect way, exceeding closer to the direction it had came from. Afterlife saw two figures as soon as he was close enough. It appeared they were fighting. Obviously the she-cat was, though she looked quite innocent. The other one appeared to have a fun time doing what he was doing.
    He must be one of those who killed that queen. He thought, reducibly.


    Afterlife decided to be a face in the action, he jumped out in the middle of the whole thing -- probably wasn't a great idea.
    "Stop!" The loner yowled, as he lunged directly at the rogue with his claws unsheathed and outstretched.

    The Tom, called Fang, snarled as the Tom tackled him. He aimed a slash across his face. "Now you've ruined my fun." He spat, then stopped. "You look... familiar..." He muttered. Fang kept his claws locked into his shoulders. "Oh that's right, I left you with that queen, scrawny little thing." He chuckled, glaring at him, as if challenging him.


    The pale silver tabby scrambled to her paws, as the weight was lifted off of her. But, her right paw ave out, causing her to fall once more. She whimpered softly, knowing the black Tom had broken it. Hadnt she home through enough in life! She forced herself to get up again, not putting her light weight on her fragile right paw.

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    [font=georgia]Afterlife growled angrily, blood poured from the side of his brown muzzle. It burned and so did the tom's glare, staring right through his fur, probably waiting him to do his turn of doing something threatening. Afterlife was pinned on the ground, too bad he was smaller. The loner quickly thought of something and smirk evilly,
    "well then, it's time for my fun now." He meowed, as he kicked the tomcat's stomach with his hind leg, forcing him to throw off or at least in a way Afterlife could escape from the rogue's grip. Afterlife glared at the wounded she-cat,
    "run!" He yowled, with demand on his tongue, then turned his attention back Fang.


    Fang snarled as he was thrown off him. Quickly, he rose to his paws again and shot a look of hatred at the Tom. He glanced back at the she-cat. But now he didnt care about her, he only wanted to finish this Tom. "Why you even come here!" he spat, aiming a slash across his side.


    Wish did as she was told, and began to run... But with three legs. It wasnt as fast as a normal run, but like a jog. She hurried away, scared.

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    Afterlife backed away, wincing, from the imminent pain. More crimson substance streamed it's way out of the brown tabby's side. Afterlife started to inhale heavy, careful rapid breaths. He glared furiously at the tomcat -- feeling a strong hatred flare inside him
    Afterlife took a swing with his paw, claws unsheathed right at Fang's muzzle.
    "This is revenge for killing that queen!" He yowled angrily.

    Fang growled as he was struck. He turned away, and spat out blood. "You little..." he snarled, swiping the blood off his white muzzle. "Well now you've ruined my clean coat too!" he snapped sarcasticly, blood streaming from his mouth and nose. He snarled at the Tom, raising a paw to strike his face. Fang was outraged this Tom had the guys to free the shecat and now start a fight.

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    [font=Cochin][color=black]Afterlife ducked, Fang's claws barely made it without shredding his face. Good. At least he was dead yet. He couldn't take this anymore; He had to take the fled. Afterlife jumped to his paws and ran as fast as he can, thinking he'd enough damage today. The tom headed towards the forest, without looking back to see if the rogue was chasing after him. Afterlife didn't want to know anyways.


    His breathing start to rasp harshly, he stopped and decided to climb a tree, so he'll have view and some protection up there. As soon as he climb to a branch. He crouched, taking huffs and cleaning his wound on his side, wincing as his saliva reaching the wound.

    Fang growled and padded away, knowing it wasnt worth it. The Tom limped slightly, growling the whole way back towards his den.


    Wish stopped running after a bit, finding herself in a meadow now. She gazed around, wincing as her paw accidently hit the ground. She sighed and picked it back up. As she walked around, she found a small den made of a tree's roots. She carefully slid in and checked that it was empty. She curled up in the back.

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    [font=Cochin][color=black]Afterlife huffed out a distressful sigh. Can this day get any worse? He forced his eyes shut, wanting to go to sleep. Though, a branch wasn't the best place to nap. He was too wounded to jump down -- his wounded were open, still slightly pouring blood. He didn't want to get it infected. He tired to clear his mind, after a few minutes, he arose into light slumber.