Venom is stalking you.

_{Aíma sat, pondering her reflection in the backwards river. How perculiar that the river run the way it does and not the other. Like how BloodClan ignores the stars and against the clans when all their enemies seek out the stars and eachother. Aíma then pondered her inner self. She found herself curious about the fact of cannibilism and would likely cave into her curiositys later on. But not now, now she would think. She would think about BloodClan and the intruders, stepping up her routine.}

_{Aíma sensed a precense other than her own sending a cascade of chills down her spine much like the water of the odd rivet cascading over the rocks causig it to ripple at its tranquil surface. Her thoughts began to wonder the intentions of this new intruder. Were they a threat? Were they here to ask her to their dirty work? She didn't know nor did she care. She would sit until they made a move. She may be a young apprentice but she could fight, very well. The thought filled she cat turned her flame gaze on her reflection and fixed it there. No matter the threat she could handle it. She was sure of this so she simply probed for location of this foreign precense. Thoughts of what she would do if he was a threat. He. Yes she had now labeled him with a gender. Why did he keep entering her mind? It was odd as if she was almost sure his intentions were to harm her. Well may his blood run into the river and stain the lakes red.}

[Sub]Aíma let a alight smile form along her maw. A smile that she had this tom figured out, he was of no clan, his intentions were to kill any cat he stumbled upon, and his motive at the moment was to kill her. He was rather muscular and had a good paw when it came to fighting but that was it. He was all stealth, brawny, and kill. His mind focused on the blood of his enemies rather than who his enemies are and their skill set. He was not of the keen eye, meaning he had not noticed the three advantages that would win Aíma this fight. Advantage one, the most common and well known, the homefield advangtage. Aíma knew this land, every nook and cranny making every strike she makes a possable trap. Advatage two, brains. Aíma was smart and more advanced than most felines, she had suprperior skills and breed characteristics that set her apart from the average house cat. The third and final advantage, determination. Her attacker may be driven by blood lust but Aíma was driven by sheer will and determination to survive and protect.

I'm ready...

Aíma continued to probe the tom for his location and movement. She awaited, patiently, eagerly, for his move like a deadly chess game things involved skill and patience, extreme patience. She didn't unsheath her claws, not yet, she didn't need to. And so she did not let her thoughts wonder, not with her life on the line like this, one mistake and her chess game would be over. Observent. Cunning. Deadly. These described Aíma's approach on her dilema. All this had gone through her mind and yet not a minute, a mere sixty seconds had passed. Not a muscle had been moved. Absolute oblivion. Her rage ebbed away into calm as she sat there, watching her reflection in the backwards river. The place she was determined to make this tom die.

So be prepared for death...