EL TANGO DE ROXANNE | OPEN, HAWKCLAN RAID

GORE WARNING

Maybe the Exiles had seen this side of her, more so then anyone else in the world. She had visited this dreaded clan over six times in the past. Around four or five of those times had been when she was 'fire-state'. And the fire-state basically meant Littlestar was absolutely pissed. The place she ran to, when on fire, was usually the place she was pissed at. So here she was, flaming and angry, striding towards the Exiles border with a burning vengeance in her soul. They keep on doing it, don't they? First it was the jaw- She remembers being forcibly dragged back to the Exiles and the huge pink tiger looming over her, she'd only been a kitten, and he'd slammed his giant paw into her jaw and permanently broke it, marring her to this day- then it was the leg- perhaps this one would be considered more 'her fault' by the ones who saw her as a villain and nothing less but to her it had been only a mistake of her own to take her eyes of Dystopia and to let her positive emotions get ahead of her, to listen to that kitten and empathize with her only to have the giant lioness to chop off her back leg- then it's this. This. This. They had really done it. It'd happened before. There was no surprise there, almost everyone had someone they knew in their lives get captured. But this time it was Caera who'd been taken. The Cartel that'd been messed with. And she held no clanmate loyalties to it but she held a personal loyalty to it. Her cousin had passed away, former leader of the Cartel. Littlestar had made a promise to herself to take care of the Cartel, keep an eye on it. And she was. She was fucking trying. This is me trying. I'm going to hurt the Exiles for hurting my friend. I'm going to hurt the Exiles for hurting the Cartel. I'm going to hurt them for every darned fucking thing they've ever done. She flew over the border line in a way that no three legged feline should physically be able to do. It was the fire, acting as her legs, acting as her senses and acting as her brain. It controlled her, it was her.

The fire was ploughing through those open fields. She was moving fast, faster then a wildfire. Her burning golden eyes were on the prison. It was a new place. It held less memories here. But she didn't care. The second she saw the prison, thick black smoke poured from her eyes, ears, mouth and nose and she extended her curved claws. She was quiet, there was no war cry just as she'd instructed the Hawkclanners to do but it was likely they could see her fiery form from miles away. Even so, she continued rampaging like a wildebeest who had a lion bite its behind. Horns down, pointed at the Exiles. Her 'horns' were not solid but they were constructed of flame, pointing from the top of what could be considered a head. Littlestar reached the prison and an Exiler npc was looking down at her, already alerting the Exiles of her presence. She lifted a paw and a 'hand' of flame reached out and wrapped around his body. It burnt him alive, that little bubble of fire. And whilst he was burning, a pile of ashes on the prisons ground, she shot up with her flames and landed inside the prison. You're all dead. Littlestar promised. She then watched as a giant cluster of Exilers began to charge at her, throw their powers at her, spears and swords and daggers and things that she knew would hurt her. Fire reached up, extending from her body, and burnt the flying spears before they even reached her. The Hawkclan Leader stared at those now weaponless animals and the image of Caera's severed leg entered her mind. Trembling with mindless rage, she lunged and tackled a member in front line. The physical contact was enough to burn him to death. She continued pressing into his body. She was an iron, flattening his body and burning him all the same. When she finally relented, bits of his own flesh stuck to her, partially melted. Littlestar wanted to know who had done the cutting of the leg. Who had made the incision of the knife, the tooth, the claw and who had sent it to the Cartel.

" NO! LET ME GO! " Not even she could ignore the cries of one of her people in this fire state. The flaming feline whipped around and caught sight of Jupiterpaw snagging onto her close friends ear. He appeared to be panicking and she realized that Inu wasn't much of a fighter. His body made him out to look as if he'd deal some great damage though so Littlestar was hoping he could fight back well enough. Even so, the ball of fire was leaping forwards madly, golden eyes zeroing in on Jupiterpaw, and she attempted to slam her firey body into Jupiter's own, hoping it would sizzle the flesh of the other feline. "Let him go." Littlestar doesn't hope for the sake of Jupiter. She doesn't care if the other wishes to burn alive. All she knew was that she was not at all letting Inu get taken down so easily, not while she was here. Besides, Littlestar didn't see many other Exilers running about. The one attacking Inu was the only real opponent here. Hawkclanners really were swarming the place. Still, she couldn't let herself get cocky. Instead, the tabby remained angry. Think of the leg, think of the leg. And she was back to it, releasing an angry snarl that had embers flying from her open muzzle. "WHERE IS CAERA?!" The fire demanded, the flames that acted as a tail lashing back and forth.

"And supporting the leader who allowed a sex trafficking ring? My, my. How noble HawkClan falls and falls." Huh, it seems them fuckers have come prepared with quips about the only weakness they see out of us. The fire can't feel amusement at this point in time, not when she's so angry, but she may as well. "You, the Exiles, are really calling us out for 'supporting' a sex trafficking ring?" Was all she said to the two who began to berate her with an arsenal of words as if it was their only defense against the tide of Hawkclanners. Besides, that was enough talking for this battle. She couldn't stand it when people did that as if it were some sort of distraction against the real fight. The ground beneath began to rumble and with heightened senses, Littlestar knew that the earth beneath her was moving in an unnatural way. The Monarch sharply angled her head upwards and fire rocketed beneath her paws which sent her flying upwards and over Jupiterpaw to where the ground was no longer covered in spikes. But she was now behind the blind female. The tabby jumped forwards and attempted to extend both fiery arms and grab hold of Jupiters back legs where she would lift her into the air and slam her into the ground. Normal Littlestar would not be able to do that. Fire Littlestar could indeed do such a feat and much more too.

The words of Alcibades made the fire angry. She knew that the others, not just the Exiles, would see her defense of the Cartel as a supportive action towards what they had done when in Littlestar's mind, it was the opposite. She'd just taken a different route to all the raids and captures they'd done against the Exiles, and actually tried to get George exiled. George was gone now from the Cartel so no longer did they hold him or defend him. The canine lunged and the Monarch moved backwards so that he may land where she once stood when suddenly water hit her body. Contrary to what they believed 'put the fire out', it did not. It did create a whole heap of smoke however, as predicted by him, and Littlestar's flames hissed as if rageful. Then, out of the pale white smoke, the wolf lunged into her and attempted to grab her with his snapping jaws. Littlestar was not fast enough to move out of the way hence his jaws smacked around her flaming mid waist and she cried out, teeth piercing her flesh. Now.. now he has me in his mouth. It hurt. But she knew what to do to both make him let her go and to hurt him badly. Littlestar thought of the leg. It was all she needed. Her fire pulsated alongside the rage in her mind, both interconnected with one another, and she attempted to scorch the insides of his mouth so he would let her go, as well as reaching upwards with her paw and attempting to press it into his eyes in an attempt to blind him.