Sorrel Clan

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    Goldenstreak stepped back and unsheathed her claws. But she knew if he attacked her, she was way smaller and she would never win.

    Zen moved his head, dodging the cleave. He stumbled to his feet. He'd been stabbed in the stomach several times previously. Digestive juices seeped out his wounds with blood, making a disgusting mess on the floor. Zen shouted at Cleave. "Coward!"

    Cleave flicked his tail. "Hush stupid cat, hasn't your mother ever told you anything. Or is that cuz she's dead." He let out a insane snarl laugh, before stopping picking up the cleaver, and looking at zen. "Well if you wont die, you just killed her." He flicked his tail towards GoldenStreak.

    Embernight looked at Zen, then at Cleave, "Get inside the nursery kits," he mewed to Sunkit, Birchkit, and Foxkit.
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    "Awww!" Foxkit whined.
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    "Trust me!" Embernight mewed slightly irritated.

    "Your insults are hollow; I have heard worse from the fish I eat." snarled Zen, unsheathing his claws. He was dieing, but that simply enabled him to go kamikazee without regret.

    Cleave let out a laugh. "You think your tough don't you? Well little guy, let me say something your nothing worthless, your parents probably didn't want you, I can tell you weren't born here, you don't have the same skills as the cats here. Your different, strange unwanted."
    He turned and dashed at GoldenStreak.

    Zen flung himself in Cleave's way. "Maybe I am worthless. Maybe our parents didn't want us. So what. So what if I was born elsewhere, and am not of the blood of this clan? It simply means they will have no major loss when I die, kicking your ***." He said, swiping at Cleave's face.

    "S-Stop fighting!" Goldenstreak cried and glared at Cleave. "Z-Zen is part of Sorrelclan, no mater where h-he's born!" she said, shaking with fear that she could hardly get the words out of her mouth.

    Cleave dodged and gave GoldenStreak a glare of pure ice. Before placing the cleaver aside. "How bout a friendly fight to the death?" He growled his teeth clenched. A small wicked smile reached. Let's see if you can put your hollow threats to action." His fur laid down, unafraid. 'measly, worthless cat'. "May you soon meet your fate." The runt cat began to circle, his laugh became louder, wilding, more insane. He did not know what sanity was. He was clever, much smarter than these wild cats, he had lived with people, been injected with things. He was Cleave.

    Zen snarled, circling Cleave without fear. He was going to die one way or another, so he had nothing to loose. "Born a kit, lived a kit, died a kit." mumbled Zen. He'd never really been notice; he was entering a deathmatch and hadn't even been made an apprentice yet. Besides, if he died, Cleave would be doomed. Zen grinned. He couldn't loose.

    Cleave smiled, he didn't like fair fights, of course he would cheat. He sat down, and waited. "Hit me, kitten." His eyes glared into his eyes, pure ice rated around Zen. His blood stained paws shuffled boardley. "You waste to much of my time." His tail reached up in insane happiness.

    Zen continued circling, practically mimicking Cleave's every move. "Of coarse, your going to cheat, aren't you? Too pathetic to go for a fair fight." shouted Zen, partially emotionless.

    "If he's going to cheat, we will too! I'll help!" Goldenstreak said., trembling. But she doubt she would be much help. She was the size of an apprentice!

    "NO!" shouted Zen at Goldenstreak. "I refuse to allow you to lower to his pathetic level." he circled over to her. "Besides, the Eight are watching..." he whispered to her.


    There was a muffled rustle in a bush not too far from the battle.

    "Are you saying I can't fight?" Goldenstreak demanded, her fur fluffing up. "You may be bigger than me, but I'm older than you!"

    Cleave turned hearing the bushes rattle. "Well, ones fun, but nines a crowed." He smiled. Flicking his tail towards the bush. "I'll fight off all of you and win." He smiled.
    Quickly he griped his cleaver and did a mad dash at Zen, flipped over him and aimed to stick the jagged knife into his back.