Being a slave is just so fun!(Very Open!)

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    Thornheart fell to the ground and let out a cry of pain, then she turned on Copenhagen "Leave her alone!" she snarled angrily.


    "What, so you two little lovebirds can run away and live happily ever after in that dirty hole of yours somewhere in the Clans? Sorry, but no dice." This time, Copenhagen aimed a blow of his own -- a clip to the ear that would sting, but not permanently damage.


    The black tomcat gritted his teeth, (I really, really hate she-cats right now) and turned to Blossom. He wasn't usually irate, but couldn't the she-cat see that he was busy at the moment? "What?" Copenhagen snapped out, amber eyes narrowing into slits as he scrutinized the offender.


    "If you're not going to tell it to to me straight, then don't bother," Copenhagen added snappishly as he sized her up. If you are going to screw with me, then I won't hesitate to screw you back, he seemed to say, amber eyes glittering defiantly. Really, what was this? Everyone-be-an-idiot-and-walk-right-up-to-Copenhagen day?


    Copenhagen glared at Blossom through narrowed eyes. "Yeah, that matter was so pressing that you just couldn't wait," the black tom mewed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Who the hell did she think she was? She didn't just interrupt things -- if she thought he was 'cute', maybe she should've done her research on him first. He didn't like untimely comments. He didn't like annoying she-cats. He didn't like more reason to get annoyed.

    Thornheart coughed loudly and snickered under her breath. Copenhagen was occupied and obviously not coming to mess with her so she was relaxed, and her leg had stopped hurting! She grinned and licked a paw drawing it over one ear.

    Blossom rolled her eyes. "You don't know who I am, don't you?" she mewed at Copenhagen. She kept her voice steady, and her master wouldn't be pleased when she told that she served him.


    "Does it look like I care?" Copenhagen shot back, furtive amber gaze flickering back to Thornheart. She was obviously more important at the moment; Blossom could wait. A very, very long time. Not to mention that voice that was so steady -- dammit, nobody acted like that when he was pissed off. He liked to think he was pretty scary when he wanted to be.

    Blossom grunted in impatience, and a glint of ambition sparked in her hazel eyes. "Master would be pleased to have a cat like you," she mewed, wrapping her tail around her paws. "You would work great for a slave."

    That was it. Rampant aimed a hard blow for Blossom's head. He wasn't going to take this crap. He might have to deal with an annoying Blackheart. But an annoying shecat who said she served an important master of some sort, or at least thinking such, and who threatened a Blackheart, albeit an annoying one, with slavery? No. He was pretty sure he could deal with any annoyance Philadelphia might have over this one blow.

    Blossom collapsed at the surprising blow from Rampant. The cream she-cat glared at the tom and staggered up. "What was that for?" she asked angrily.

    Rampant snorted. "You referred to an unknown cat, certainly not Philadelphia, as your master. You're in our camp. You just acted like you'd try to enslave a Blackheart, though an annoying one." he explained, as though it were obvious. Which it was, to him.

    Blossom rolled her hazel eyes. "First of all, I go where I please, mouse-brain," she meowed. "And my master is not this Philadelphia you speak of. My master has sent me to enslave all of you fools." The former kittypet she-cat licked a paw, like the situation was nothing.

    Rampant shook his head. "That's it. You're dead." he meowed. The black tom darted for her scruff. It would paralyze her and let him drag her to Philly. Maybe even force her. For while he hadn't been in the mood for the other one, a little humility was needed for this one. More than a little. And perhaps a nice tortured death to go along with it.

    Philadelphia strolled into the doorway, raising her chin. "What is going on here?" she demanded.
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    "Never mind the situation. Let me handle this cat - she shall be dead, from the sound of it." Staunton barreled out from the darkness; time to use his favorite killing move. He leaped for Blossom, simultaneously trying to hold her head, bite into her face, and bring up his hind legs to claw at her throat, chest, legs, and shoulders. It was a great way to severely injure a cat, and with Rampant helping she wouldn't escape easily.