She-cat loner on Bloodclan territory

Another day another rouge on the boarder. Biggles had picked up the new scent long before he even saw the she-cat. With a lazy yawn he dug a claw into the thick wood of the tree he had been napping in and brought himself to his feet. He allowed himself a moment to see the smokey-blue pelt before he leaped down and landed right in front of her. "I don't suppose your familiar with a boarder line?" There was no hostility in his voice, just his normal lazy tone as he eyed the new cat wondering if she was a threat.

A cat that had no knowledge of the purpose of scent makers seemed hardly a threat. A small sigh escaped him as she glared back. It appeared he would have to explain things further. "Your trespassing on Bloodclan territory, go hunt somewhere else." A glazed look filled his face as turn and slowly began making his way back to the tree. He was eager to back to his nap again. He suspected the loner would heed his warning since Bloodclan's reputation usually did the rest.

Biggles ears laid back in disapproval as he spun around to face the foolish she-cat. "No, your being hunted" He corrected quickly. He darted at her head-on, feinted an attack to the right followed with with a swipe at her torso from the left. A cat protecting prey from another cat. How ironic he thought to himself.

(( assuming my attack hit? ))

He felt his claw sink into his foe and drew back just enough to only receive a cut on his cheek. He felt a little excited as the familiar sensation he got from fighting rippled through him. "Surprise me" With a wolfish grin, he charged forward intending to ram his opponent with the side of his left shoulder.

And a little surprised he was. He didn't stop his momentum and passed right under her as she jumped above him. "Almost" He commented and swerved hard, snapped a claw out in an attempt to hook one of her hind legs before she could land.

Biggles just had enough time, as she struggled to stand, to realize where she was aiming. He twisted at the last second to avoid the fatal strike and got off with a scratch across his chest instead. He responded by rearing on his hind legs and tried to headbutt her in the dome as he tucked his chin into his neck.

Biggles ducked low to avoid the attack. He then attempted to copy her and slashed back aiming for her throat.

He heard her comment but said nothing as he readied himself. Sometimes risk was just necessary in a fight. Biggles meant the attack head-on letting himself get clawed as he attempted to sink his teeth into her neck.

"Your good at jumping" He commented jumping up himself to try and pin her before she could turn around.

Dragonwings stepped onto the scene with a cruel glint in her eyes. "If you ever get tired in battle, I'm your subsitute," The flame tabby chuckled, watching the fight with traces of amusement. THe she-cat liked this battle, it mad eher day.