You're gonna go far kid... {p, ullaf}

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    eventually she woke up again, heading out to eat some fresh-kill. she planned to sit around in camp most of the day, and then maybe go hunting.


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    [ooc] sure, i think that would be cool. :)

    OOC: Kk, im going to choose.. rogue, ran away from being a prisoner at Bloodclan, we can begin now >:3


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    lilacpaw strutted out of the camp, stopping to sniff the air. deciding to head a bit closer to the shadowclan border, just in case they got a little nerve again. spotting a squirrel, happily munching on it's acorns, she dropped into a hunting crouch, licking her maw.

    A ragged looking she-cat paced. Hearing a leaf rustle her fur stood on end, bristling silently as the noise faded. The escaped cat continued to prowl amongsts the shadows, hoping nobody would find her, yet also hoping for a small chance of revenge on Bloodclan. Her blood-shot eyes glistened in hunger. Ragged followed a fresh scent-trail. Cat.


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    lilacpaw stalked a bit closer, wagging her haunches.

    The cat who was called 'Ragged' stalked the cat. She had earned that name for her half torn off ears and her matted fur and her confusing emotions of things all after she was tortured and left for dead. Shes one third smaller than I, this will be easy and finally i may have a meal.she thought. Once you ate one of your own, you could never stop. If you attempted to try then your body will be exhausted of it's nutrients. She was used to eating other cats. Down in the pits it was the only way to live.


    Watching the slightly smaller cat, her instincts screamed at her to leap. Stretching out her five long and slightly twisted claws, she narrowed her eyes for focus. Quickly she leaped, in an attempt to pin her prey and lock her jaws around her throat and deprive her of oxygen.


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    lilacpaw was knocked to the ground, gasping as she felt teeth dig into her neck. yowling out, she unsheathed her claws, kicking at the attacker's belly, front paws clawing at the neck of the intruder.

    Ragged yowled as thrashing claws ripped at her mangy pelt, and caught in the ruffles and knots. As the claws attached themselves to her thick mangled fur, they ripped huge chunks out. The cat yowled and launched herself backwards, off the cat and landing her back on the ground. Rolling over, she panted and licked her maw, hungry. Bunching her muscles to lunge again, she winced at the pain in her neck and lower areas.


    "Son of a bitch.." She whispered to her self. The feeling of hunger was eating away at her stomach as well as her mind, and the craving of a meal was driving her more and more into insanity. Her breathing accelerated, she lunged again and this time, aimed to feint trying to pin the cat, and rake her sides. And if that work, she would sink her claws into the cats skull and suffocate her muzzle into the dirt.


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    the squirrel would've surely fled by now. "crestfallen!" she yowled, as the rogue again, pinned her down, sharp teeth sinking in above her eyes and below her jaw, squirming as the teeth dug in deeper, breathing becoming more and more difficult. thrashing around and unable to see, she flailed her paws, trying to hit whatever she could on the attacker's body.

    "YOUR MATE CANT HELP YOU NOW!" Ragged yowled in a croaked, water deprived voice. She lapped up some of the blood pouring out of the cat and swallowed. "You're mine." She mewed, blood dripping from her maw, her voice no longer cracked, but insane sounding all the same. As the apprentice thrashed with all the fury in her body, Ragged swayed and lost her balance.


    As she stepped off the apprentice again, she realized the 'retreat and come back' she was doing was working. Spinning to retreat, with one paw still on the apprentice, a paw smashed into her flank, tearing fur and skin. The blood sprayed onto the forest floor. Yelping, she spun, and another raked across the bride of her nose, more blood spraying, this time into the cats eye. Blind, she screeched in fury, and yet another claw hit her forhead, raking, and tearing skin off.


    Blind, with blood soaking into her eyes, she ran back. Panting, she ran out again, stumbling on her paws, blind as birth, and lunged again. She was desperate for food.


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    "crestfallen, help!" she called again, leaping to her paws as quickly as she could. she raked her paws across the ground, rearing up and charging at the insane hunger-stricken rogue.

    "YOUR MATES GONE" Ragged screeched, blindly whirling her head around. The blood splattered and her vision regained minimum. "I KILLED HIM, HE'S GONE." She lied, only bringing up her own life. Quickly stopping to wipe the blood from her eyes, her paws were stained with crimson and sticky with the salty liquid. Looking up, she saw a flash, and the sky went sideways.


    Being pinned down she screeched and snapped her jaws at the air near the young cats face, hoping for a bite of the sweet flesh beyond the fur. Hungry she thought. "Lemme have a bite." She rasped, her eyes wild.


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    "Get away from me you creep!" as she round-house kicked lashed out with a forepaw at the rogue, blue-grey eyes wild with fury and nervousness.

    Ragged was swiped across the bridge of her muzzle, the blood trickling dwn into her mouth. She spit out the salty scarlet liquid, and snarled, her teeth stained scarlet. In the Bloodclan puts, blood was a delicacy, but not your own blood. That was just common sense Hissing as the pain shot across her muzzle, she thrashed wildly, in an attempt to being released, waving her paws rapidly, striking nothing but air.