BONES BECOME DUST || p, Sharkpool

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    SO LET’S BE SINNERS TO BE SAINTS

    AND LET’S BE WINNERS BY MISTAKE —tags


    SO LET’S BE SINNERS TO BE SAINTS

    AND LET’S BE WINNERS BY MISTAKE —tags

    The unknowing hermaphrodite of a Turkish Angora walked around the city that BloodClan called home. Ugh, disgusting. Utterly disgusting. The princely cat wrinkled his nose in hatred, golden eyes holding fires as he traversed the area. Hopping on buildings and the like, he wiped his paws angrily at the fact that they had gotten dirt on them. Hmph! The glorious gift, Macchiato of BloodClan, formerly of Italy, was too great for this. He just wished his Twolegs would come and take him home, get all of these trophies out of his collar and in somewhere else where they belonged, and he'd be able to curl up in their laps again, smiling at the fireplace. But it wouldn't happen, Macchiato realized.


    With a dejected sigh, he stopped on the border of the RiverClan area that they shared with those pesky fishfaces, fishbreaths. A smirk crawled on his face as he began strutting into their territory. "Ohh~! Is there any RiverClanner who wishes to be educated by me, the wondrous Macchiato?" He called, though it was a purr. Attempted to be one, anyway.


    SHARKPOOL

    “oh, go ahead! enlighten me as to what kind of stupid you have to be to cross this border.” the voice of riverclan’s most cutthroat warrior pierced the air as he approached, white fur seething with rage. sharkpool cast a fiery glare at the stranger—by his scent alone the albino deemed him scum. he would have a lot of explaining to do if sharkpool was going to let him get away without harm.

    SO LET’S BE SINNERS TO BE SAINTS

    AND LET’S BE WINNERS BY MISTAKE —tags

    Oh. Oh no. The majestic cat had managed to make this oddity mad! What kind of a scar was he? He had super white fur... and his nose was pink! What was up with that? His golden gaze narrowed as his body language matched the RiverClanner’s, his fur stood up on end and he got into a battle position. He let out a growl at that stupid fishface. "I do not need sarcasm! If you do not want to be educated, you can go back swimming with the rest of the fish! I am obviously not stupid!"




    “and if you don’t want to be pummeled into kingdom come, you should high tail it back to trash-pickin’ rat hell.” the tom approached closer, tail held high and confident. his periwinkle gaze was cold as ice as he stared down the stranger, letting him know he’d have no problem killing him if he put up a fight. sharkpool knew he was capable of it, too. he’d killed before, and a part of him deep down wished for the day he could do it again.



    SO LET’S BE SINNERS TO BE SAINTS

    AND LET’S BE WINNERS BY MISTAKE —tags


    //Mobile


    Pummeled into kingdom come! Trash picking rat! A hiss of fury escaped him, his hackles rising, his fur standing on end. How dare this little rat speak to him like that! A snarl came out of the chocolate tabby’s mouth and he forced himself to stay put."Oh,please! A defected lollygaggin’ dolphin-face like you pummeling a perfect creature into kingdom come?!"

    he loved it when he got under someone’s skin. it was, ironically, a testament to just how much his opinion mattered to others. a smirk grew across his maw and he sniffed in amusement. ”you talk tough, but i don’t see you making any moves,” he pointed out. “scared i’ll ruin that oh so perfect pelt of yours with scars? c’mon, ratface, i’ll even let you attack first.” he was baiting for a fight, an excuse to sink his claws into some flesh. however, something held him back. he wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t want to hurt this cat as much as the other bloodclanners he’d come across.



    SO LET’S BE SINNERS TO BE SAINTS

    AND LET’S BE WINNERS BY MISTAKE —tags

    Hmph! He wrinkled his nose at the fact that Sharkpool was right. Now, he would never admit it, but he wasn’t a fighter. He realized this would bad. Extremely, extremely bad in this situation. Because this stupid mess of a cat was daring him to fight! He taunted him back, "If you can even hit me, that is, you pezzo di merda! Whatever. What scars you give will still be perfect! I’m sure I can handle you, so you go first, rosey-nose." Was that flirting? Nope. But it could be seen as that. A small smirk crawled upon his features.




    whiskers twitched and he lurched forward, a false attack to see how the stranger would react. he landed beside him, face next to his. he smirked, knowing he could rip off his ears if he so pleased. but he wouldn’t. he’d rather keep this trashcat grateful for sparing him. “i don’t know what kind of gibberish language you’re speakin’, but i at least understand body language,” he growled softly into the bloodclanner’s ear. “you don’t want a fight, so what do you want?”

    SO LET’S BE SINNERS TO BE SAINTS

    AND LET’S BE WINNERS BY MISTAKE —tags

    Oh, look at that. One of the water cats was actually smart! Macchiato attempted to dodge the fake attack, but there was nothing to dodge and he almost landed on his rump, having to balance himself out again. And he wanted to smack that fishbreath’s nose for speaking in his ear. Ugh. It was like he could smell the stupid fish already! Oily fur needed to keep to himself over there. Plus, he didn’t even understand the prince! Well, good. A lowlife like rosey-nose boy over there didn’t need to learn the great language that he spoke. Whirring around so they were face to face, a small snark escaped him at his own failures and then his question. "I announced what my business was, to educate cats. You were the one that wanted to fight! Jeez." Macchiato pointed out, childishly stomping his paw on the ground.


    //EDIT: MOBILE AND WRONG WORD

    "honey, there's nothing worth learning from city scum like you," sharkpool mewed condescendingly. he was starting to get enraged. the conversation had come full circle and still the stranger wasn't budging. however, he hadn't shown himself to be violent yet, so sharkpool couldn't attack. the last thing he wanted was another lecture from doestar. hmph. well, he supposed he could have some fun since nobody else was around. "you're kind of cute, so i guess i'll let you off the hook just this once. but you're on thin fucking ice."