BAD DOGS GET PUT DOWN // open, 'visiting'

Around half an hour ago, a beaten and bleeding Anakin had turned up on Hawkclans border. He wasn't anything terribly special to Littlestar, she wouldn't weep if he died. But he had done something amazing; he had given the people of her clan food during the famine. That, in her eyes, was everything. She owed him. And then she found out that it had been Dystopia who had been the one to hurt him. And in the moment of rage and confusion and the smell of blood everywhere, Littlestar had gone 'BOOM!' and suddenly fire had engulfed her tiny feline body. When she was in the fire, it was as if all her prior disabilities were gone. If she were in her normal cat form, she wouldn't be moving half as fast. But when in the fire, it acted as her new legs for she was positively speeding through the forest. Her golden eyes were bright headlights. The sun was setting and it was getting dark. The flame moving through the jungle was very obvious but people were more frightened then they were curious. The once vicious loners cowed at the sight of a moving flame. It was apparent she wasn't going to pay attention to them though. Her eyes were on the Exiles. "DOGS! DOGS! DOGS!" The vile chanting echoed in the Exiles jungle. The flames moved forwards as fast as a mere breeze. She let her tongue hang from her mouth and red-hot spit flew from her open mouth onto the ground where it sizzled on a patch of grass. "Dysssttoppiaaaaa~! Come here, my little doggy fucking bitch." Littlestar sung, her voice tainted with rage and bitterness. "You're loving owner wishes to pay ya a fucking visit and maybe.. maybe put ya down. You're getting olddd.. dog. So come 'ere. Let master put you down. Come here." They were hearing her, but they weren't coming out. More rage, as if she didn't already have enough, spiked her and the flames turned into points and darted from her center.

"COME OUT BITCHES!"

Littlestar let her fire coated tongue sweep her fire kissed lips. She was waiting for her puppies. She wasn't thinking at all, if that wasn't clear enough. She just wanted to hurt Dystopia badly.

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Although the flames gave off the impression that she was a great, unruly beast, Littlestar was nothing more then a skinny cat behind the flames. However, she could still pack a fight and that was what she intended to do. As the panther lunged from the canopy above the flame, she heard nothing but a silent whistle in the wind. Besides, she was only here for one person bu0 something crashed into her flaming back and if she did not have all her excessive power from the flames then there was no doubt in Lit that she would've bent the knee and allow Jammal to rake her back to shreds. In this state things were different. She could hold his weight and she could fight him off without making a sweat. She felt tears push through the hot flames that formed her body and touch skin. Flames retracted for a second, wondering how in the world this thing wasn't burning alive at the touch of them, but then they launched with a terrific power, using plain force and movement of Littlestar herself as she attempted to throw Jammal to the side, tongue whipping. "Doggy Jam, I want the bitch Dystopia now. I leave if you give." She barked with a menacing look in her golden eyes. Maybe these words were part lie. She didn't like the Exiles and she wouldn't bother sparing any of them. She was content with leaving just with Dystopia's life however. She extended a bolt of red and yellow flames and with a mere uplift of her chin did the bolt go flying in the direction of Jammal's chest.

"Piss off."

HER! KILL HER! Littlestar was more then pleased to oblige her trigger happy thoughts. She saw the flames dancing from Dystopia's paws and something akin to a smile was on her face made of fire. "You play with fire. You don't know what the fuck it is, dog. I know. I am fire. I will burn you to a pork chop crisp." And maniacal laughter exited the females mouth as small parts of the earth around Dystopia's body would begin to rupture and flames controlled by Lit would emerge from those cracks. It was not a display of power, not her attempting to show them just how powerful she could be but it was a tactic for the female attempting to latch those flames around the great lioness' body and burn rings into her flesh. Marks left by Lit would be.. everything. She wanted to leave a permanent mark on Dystopia.

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