Wrong Place, Wrong Time || Spiderwing; Death

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    Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.



    Unsettled.


    That’s how she felt. The young guard felt the shackles of being a Tyro constricting her movements. Not because she didn’t have more to learn, quite the contrary—she felt one was always learning. But she was a Guard of Bloodclan and with that came a certain reputation. In any case, she felt she had become… soft in recent moons. Her desire to become a powerful dangerous predator had not changed, but she had plateaued.


    She had yet to make her first kill.


    Murder plagued her mind as she wandered the halls of the Blood House. Dining on the offerings within the Feast Room had become normal, routine. It wasn’t enough for her to know she was practicing cannibalism. It was time to take it to the next step—sink her teeth into the flesh of her own kill. She had grown since she had arrived in Bloodclan. Her Sheogorath blood was starting to make itself known, giving her the appearance of someone who had grown tall in a short span of time, her limbs stretched and leaner than before. Her burning amber gaze hardened as she found the decision settling in her bones. She padded out the front door and down the steps.


    She was going hunting.


    Severa crept through the city, peering through alleys and around corners. She reached the very edge of the territory, where the city began to recede and trees increased in number. There was a boarded up apartment building on the edge, yellow caution tape over the door but it had a overhang above the alley that provided the perfect perching point to watch for prey and to drop upon them unawares.




    SPIDERWING or PANTHER  

    //This work?


    — The toms legs carried his broad figure to the outskirts of SkyClan territory, his fur as normal a complete mess as tufts stuck up all over his pelt. The gray and white cat had been in the clans for a long while now, though he had felt empty. Uncertain of what his purpose was exactly. He carried no interest in climbing the ranks as he had in his far off group, none in becoming a well known warrior who'd be praised for their bravery in the afterlife. Though after he had found Webbedfire turn up on the border of SkyClan territory he thought maybe once again his life could feel whole... He had spent a good chunk of his time in his old group being friends with the she-cat, mates at one point before she had vanished and eventually he took on a new one.


    By the time she returned, thing didn't go the way he wished they would've. Somethings happened before the flooding of his old groups territory, he assumed he probably didn't leave that great of an impression before he and everyone else was separated. He found SkyClan, and a long couple moons later Webbedfire did too.


    He had planned to make it up to her, maybe start over with her even. Whether that meant being friends or at the end of it all... more.


    Little did he know that wasn't going to happen.


    From the border of SkyClan territory, Spiderwing stared into the depths of the city. He came from one of them in fact with his three siblings. Like most cities they were filled with brutes, tyrants, cannibals and dogs. He had his siblings tried to escape it, though on their way out a group of dogs attacked. Killing his two brothers and gruesomely scaring his right paw. Luckily his sister was left untouched, though she died about twenty moons later saving someone.


    Unaware that eyes may be on him, the tom just continued to stare. Thinking about his past and life as a whole.



    //its good! Sorry if this reply is a mess, I have some hmw and I wanted to get this up. :0

       

    Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.



    She didn’t have to wait long.


    A tom by the smell of him, she watched his movements with a burning intensity of her amber eyes, her mouth opening to catch his scent. The wind was not with her, and she weighed her options—she didn’t know his clan. But he wasn’t Bloodclan, that much she knew and that was all that mattered at this moment.


    Severa lifted onto her haunches, angling herself. She held her breath, heart thudding in her heart, her mouth watering. And then, she dropped, claws extendin to sink into the flesh of his hips, counting on the height of her attack to increase her damage.




    //it's all good! better than mine, haha the holidays have got me all over the place :P

    — //Sorry for taking so long to reply :/ I'm also not too good at fighting posts sorry lol. I'll have him move to a tree or something to drop on her and injure her leg when I feel like it fit if that's what we're still going for before he dies?


    Spiderwing had only stood there for maybe a few moments, a minute at most before his observant gaze into the unknown was stopped. From above, he only seen a small flash before his limbs nearly gave away at the sudden weight. Not even being able to react before pain pierced through the back of the toms body as sharp claws broke through his skin, immediate fury flamed in the gray and white toms eyes.


    Wobbly and unbalanced from the attack from above, a furious hiss escaped his throat before he attempted to turn around and attempted to slash his claws across the she-cats chest. Hoping it would at least be enough for him to be able to slip away to a tree, where he would hope he'd have a better chance at winning this fight.

       

    Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.



    He was a little bigger than she had been hoping when she'd landed onto his muscled form, but she was committed now and she instantly tried to do as much damage as she could. But her perch on his back was precarious at bet, and with him twisting and wobbling beneath her it was all she could do to keep her balance.


    He turned and she saw his claws go for her. She drew back, but with her claws tangled in his fur she couldn't put enough distance between them and hissed as his claws sliced a cut across her chest. She snarled, and pulling her front claws free attempted to jump closer to the back of the tom's neck. If she could reach that part, it would be an easy matter for her to sink her teeth into a killing blow, but with the way he writhed beneath her and pulling her claws from the tangle of fur and flesh she hoped he didn't shake her loose before she had the chance.



    //Oh, nah I was just gonna have her jump on him this one time and then let things unfold via the fight but I mean—he doesn't have to jump to cause damage lol