Zooming Chickadee vs. Mockingbird in Philly (Twi)

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    Chickadeefeather and Zoomfoot had rarely been hanging around the SunClan camp as of late.


    Instead, they'd been hanging around the City, starting to prefer this territory more than the forests and kittypets of SunClan. While Zoomfoot had been cautious about coming here, Chickadeefeather had egged him on until he'd finally agreed to come here.


    The black and white tom Chickadeefeather led the way, Zoomfoot trailing close behind. "Heh, see Zoomfoot? This ain't bad," the former mewed. "Scared something might come out and bite you?"


    "Yes," Zoomfoot retorted, not caring if this meant admitting weakness. "I'd far rather be in the Marketplace right now. This area's spooky."


    "Spooky areas mean tons of thrills," Chickadeefeather meowed, tossing his head to one side and grinning, his green eyes glowing. "And I'm into the thrills."


    "Well, I'm not," Zoomfoot mewed cowardly, shuddering. "Can we please just back?"
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    "I doubt you'll want to turn back," Philadelphia murmured, her cinnamon body slipping easily into the shadows behind the two toms, next to a dumpster. Here she'd lie in wait, a predator waiting for its prey.


    Her kits were finally getting old enough to do without a bit of milk for a while, and the Blackheart Rogue leader had relished the opportunity to get out for a while. She wasn't too concerned about her fat levels being a bit high - she'd need it for the leafbare ahead. But these slaves...no, they wouldn't be nearly as sleek as her. She'd always wanted tomslaves...they could do work and by the time they were used up, they'd be sacrificed for the good of the Blackheart Rogue's goal. But for now, the large cat waited...for the perfect opportunity.

    Mockingbird was a little less tactful. She leaped down from who knows where, into the path of the two toms. "You know you're on Blackheart land, right?" she accused, eyes narrowed and paws planted in a firm fighting stance.

    "What? Where's your scent marks then?" Zoomfoot mewed, trying to sound strong and intimidating, but, really, who knew how long this she-cat had been listening to their conversation. "You do know you're outnumbered, right?"


    Chickadeefeather bared his teeth, unsheathing his claws and ready for a fight, but then another yowl echoed into the air.


    "Not anymore. You're at an equal tie." Philadelphia strutted out of her hiding spot, drawing herself to her full height. "You're equal in numbers...and surrounded."


    Chickadeefeather spun around and leaped for Philadelphia, aiming a slash of claws to her face. The Blackheart Rogue leader ducked her head and was caught on the ear, but she counterattacked with a strong cuff to the other cat's head. Chickadeefeather, for all of his bravery and speed, could not stop this. Being knocked down, Philadelphia easily subdued him with a bite to the scruff of his neck.


    Zoomfoot heard the snarls behind him, but now he lunged for Mockingbird, aiming his teeth for a leg while also aiming a slash for her shoulder.

    Mockingbird, being female, had a naturally slightly smaller frame than toms, but as this tom was small too, they were pretty even. She met his attack head-on, rearing onto her hind legs and lashed out towards his face with her sharp claws.

    Zoomfoot was a hunter, not a fighter. He felt the sting of claws meeting his face, and blood fill into his eyes. Blindly he lashed out, shaking his head, aiming a slash for the chest.

    As soon as he'd been blinded by blood, Zoomfoot's fate had been sealed. He did not see Mockingbird creeping around him, and though he swiped a paw in front it was in vain. Easily he was pinned down, and Zoomfoot let out a howl of terror. Blinded, he did not know what to do - or rather, what they were going to do with him.
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    Chickadeefeather had started to squirm, but Philadelphia remained on top of him, holding him down. She glanced at Mockingbird, meowing, "Excellent job. Let's take these cats back to camp and announce their enslavement...and do your Blackheart ceremony."