I'LL BUST YOUR KNEECAPS -- private

NATHANOS

On the edge of RiverClan territory, just outside the border, a monster lurked, a bringer of nightmares, a beast with only half a face, and even less of a soul, with a beating heart that thrust frost into his veins, like a glacial shard of cold. The BloodClan deputy was a beastly creature, a brute in all forms, his massive frame a silent, hidden figure amidst the tall reeds that shrouded his bronze hued tabby frame, earthen hued ribbons lacing thick fur struck by the afternoon sunlight, kissed by celestial energy. Reinforced feline weaponry curled and coiled into the soil beneath large paws, as the brutal creature prowled in search of easy prey.

NATHANOS

The scent of a stranger grew overwhelming as the feline moved through the reeds like a ghost, his large paws pressed silently into the soil that lingered near the edge of the river nearby. Nathanos peeled back his lip, forming a wicked grin upon his half scarred muzzle. Drawing closer, he peered through the reeds, and saw the other feline with his own blistering eye. Talons flexed into the dirt, as the monster lowered himself into a dangerous crouch, a lurking predator undetected, violent and lethal. Muscular structure tensed in preparation a moment before he lunged out of the reeds, large figure airborne for just a moment as Nathanos attempted to slam into the warrior, aiming to land on top of him, to pin him to the earth and bury his large claws into flesh.

NATHANOS

The eyes of the warrior drifted into view, gazing into his own. Nathanos' one, single eye of blistering gold narrowed into a soul-piercing shard of blazing hell-fire, flickering with tongues of glowing malice. The wicked smile that sliced across the deputy's muzzle was harsh and cruel, as the beastly tabby raised a front paw, talons flexing a moment before he sent them towards the face of the other cat, aiming to slash feline razors across the face of his prey.

NATHANOS

Why was he doing this? Heh, what a pathetic question. Still, he supposed it held enough amusement value to qualify for an answer.

"I'm doin' this....because it's fun." Nathanos uttered a lethal purr, his words as sharp as a blade and as cold and wicked as glacial ice. Then, in an instant, he flung himself forward once more, and aimed to swipe his nails across his victim's chest.