What About It? (Private W/ Spottedfern)

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    Maluma picked up the strong scent of Thunderclan's markers, and wrinkled her nose in distaste. The dark tabby peered into the forest only for a few moments, before stepping over the border without fanfare and entering the underbrush with a feeling of satisfaction. She had been bored of the city, and just dying to go exploring. Hey, maybe she would even run into a pathetic clan cat. What were they going to do, attack her? I'd like to see them try, she thought to herself with a snort of laughter. Emboldened by her progress into the forest and her contempt for the weakness of clan cats, she dropped neatly into a hunter's crouch when she heard a faint scrabbling in the underbrush. Searching with her eyes, she spotted the source; a mouse was crouched in the snow, looking for food. She began stalking it quietly, attention entirely consumed by the easy meal in front of her.


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    Spottedfern had been alerted of Maluma's presence as she left her BloodClan reek around the area. Now the Bengal watched from a cluster of brambles, flattening her ears angrily as she saw the young BloodClanner stalking a mouse. Deliberately, she crunched her paws loudly on the snow in an attempt to scare off the mouse as she padded up to the dark tabby, fur bristling. "Name and business on ThunderClan territory," the seasoned warrior growled, fur bristling and claws unsheathed. She didn't trust this BloodClan cat. In fact, she found it hard to trust any BloodClanner.
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    Maluma snorted angrily and sat back on her haunches, shooting the bengal an angry glare. "My name's Maluma, and that was perfectly good prey you scared off, fleabrain," she growled, flattening her ears and ignoring the second part of the question. She was here for fun, and an easy meal. Of course, the easy meal was no longer an option. ]"If you're quite done ruining my meal, would you be so kind as to tell me what exactly you want?" she snapped, lashing her tail.
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    "Perfectly good ThunderClan prey," she retorted angrily. "What I want is for you to go back to BloodClan territory and stay there!" She unsheathed her claws, digging them into the soil. "This is your last chance, Maluma." Narrowing her eyes, the Bengal lashed her tail once.
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    "Well now nobody gets to eat it!" she retorted angrily, lashing her tail and taking a step closer to Spottedfern. "My last chance? Or what, mangepelt? You'll scare away more prey with your clumsy blundering? Go back to the nursery where you belong, leave me in peace," she snarled, her pelt bristling aggressively.

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    "The nursery! I'll have you know that I am twice your age," she hissed, taking a step closer and looming over the dark tabby. Then she aimed to clamp her teeth on Maluma's ear. If she wanted a fight, then so be it. She was ready.
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    "Yeah, and I've twice your intelligence," she shot back angrily, hissing sharply, but getting her ear out of the way just in time. Oh, fine, I'll fight, she thought with a feral grin, looking her situation over for a moment, before continuing to move away from Spotted's teeth. She ducked down low, attempting to bite Spottedfern's foreleg.
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    She bared her teeth, feeling anger surge through her veins. Spottedfern hissed as she felt teeth clamp on her leg, drawing blood. She raised her other foreleg, aiming to rake her claws down Maluma's back.
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    Mal hissed in pain as the larger cat sunk her claws into her back, but instead of drawing away, she steeled herself against the pain, ignored the blood welling up, and attempted to dart underneath Spottedfern and shove her back legs out from under her.
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    Spottedfern whipped around, but she was too late, and landed with a thud on her side. This time, instead of getting up, she feigned a pained groan and didn't move, in the hopes that Maluma would come closer and she could attack her by surprise.
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    Mal suspected a trick, but ignored the suspicion, confidently assuming that the Thunderclanner wouldn't be able to do much to her. Mal attempted to pounce onto Spottedfern, to hit her with all of the younger cat's weight.


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    As the other cat pounced, she leapt to her paws, attempting to dart out of the way in a super super lame rushed post.
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    Maluma cursed out loud as she skidded to a halt, right where Spottedfern had been. She scrambled to regain her balance, and, after a few moments of effort, succeeded in doing so. The dark tabby gave a slight growl, and turned back to watch Spottedfern, waiting for the other cat's next action before doing anything herself.


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    Spottedfern's lips peeled back into a hiss as she faced her opponent yet again. This time, she leaped to the left, feigning an attack, before leaping quickly to the right and aiming to slash Maluma's face. Honestly, she was quite enjoying this; the rush of adrenaline was a great feeling and she hadn't been in a heated fight for so long.
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