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    What should happen to Fangknife? 3

    1. She falls in love with Icedagger (1) 33%
    2. She falls in love with Stormflyer (1) 33%
    3. She dies completing her mission (1) 33%
    4. Her clan betrays her and she is killed (1) 33%
    5. Her act of justice does not take the life of any other, but proves her point (2) 67%

    A cat of absolute serenity sprung through the brush without a noise.


    "Hello world. My name is Fangknife. You may have heard of me before... but I highly doubt it. I have been a loner for more moons than I can count. I am scarred. I am desolate. I am dismal. But, my mere existance makes a difference in this world. Because of what I am about to do."


    Fangknife's thoughts consisted of just that as she bounded through the forest in total silence. Her eyes were the only thing that could be visible through the darkness, though the most lifeless part of her entire form. Her sleek, near black coat was long and slightly matted against her body as she moved swiftly through the forestry. Her scars were, however, always visible- the dull, yet somewhat bright, red and pink they were as they stood out above all other features on her body. She was a demonic looking creature with one goal in her life: to seek justice. And where she was headed right then was, no doubt, the beginning of inflicting justice upon where it was due. She was looking for loners who would join arms with her. She was looking... for knowledge.

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    A shadow from afar watched, supposedly the observer, he who dare not take action for memory, but for the satisfaction that his action would indeed, be forgotten. His name was known to be Storm, the name he was given by his past friends. He lay watching in a tree, with nothing better to do.

    Fangknife slowed in her path before whirling around all together and peering straight up. Fangknife's eyes glittered with curiousity, yet holding another edge within them, for a mere moment. "You up there!" Her tail shot straight up as she yowled his way. There was a cunning dare to her gaze as Storm and her eyes met.

    Storm kept calmly watching. "You noticed me." He said in an almost innocent voice, but still calm. He lept down from the tree, almost in defeat, but not exactly. He had no intention in fighting. "Hi." He said without expression.

    Fangknife's face ignited in a small grin at the cat's daring yet totally serene attitude towards her- not the normal reaction she got to her hideous body slathered in all of its scars. "Are you of a clan?" She asked in the same careless way the tom had spoke.

    "No." He said plainly. He showed no intellect at all, and didn't seem to have much of a sharp tongue. He did observe her scarred body, but had seen cats in something close to her position. He'd seen cats die, it seemed his scars went so deep it went as fa as to make him not react, if this was his reason.

    Storm then smiled widely. "Lost count, by now." Although it seemed, he definitely was far from being an elder. His physical features, from what anyone could see, seemed harmless.

    "Very well. My name is Fangknife. Won't you walk with me?" She jerked her head calmly to the side as if for him to follow.

    How precious and perfect could this be... Fangknife smiled to herself, then quickly concealed it. "Where is your destination, dear one?" She asked as the two padded along, keeping at least two feet between each other, at a slow pace.

    "Anywhere that I can live." He purred. After all, he seemed like an obvious loner. Who lay his head where ever, and claimed it as home, with some kind of careless kittypet exterior.

    ~~~ (( Sorry about this post, needs to be approved, I guess... -confused- ))

    The young kit( Thunderkit) was suddenly tripped up by a large stick, makeing him fall to the ground brakeing his paw, the wolf circled him ignoring the two loners before him only the ki." you filthy pest!" he spat nipping ery close to the kits skin, Thunderkit tripping over himself, "you think you can do that!!" the wolf said over powering the littel kit, " y-you killed my mother!" the kit screached. the wolf barked " look what you did! look!" the wolf turned his head to show a blood red scratch down his eye, he took a Menicing step tawords the kit, growling, " you will pay" hegrowled.

    Storm stepped in between the wolf and the kit. His face went blank, no fear, no worries. He didn't hiss, he only waited for the wolf to make it's first move. He heard the kits screaming, and could withstand it. What made him be sympathetic was the fact that it was an unfair battle. It's not that he hated them, him versus the rabbit he hunted would be one battle he would always win, in strength, although he had the challenge of speed. But one of his own kind was a whole other story.

    the kit scrambeled up, and stood next to the Tom, " ha, big meanie!" he meowed " what you gonna do now?!" Thunder kit said


    " what am i gonna do?? i'm gonna kill you!" the wolf jumped up growling spit flying from it mouth he attempted to swipe at the tom his claws sharp and black, fresh blood on them ovbiously Thunderkits mothers blood.

    Storm decided to take him by surprise, by biting the wolf sharply on the side of the paw, he did this by moving his head slightly. He then had the wolf's whole stomach exposed to him, now that the paw was out of the way, and he was flying past him.


    (Whadda say? Go for the kill? Or does the wolf have an attack? Fangknife?)

    Storm made no notion to kill him for a second, and that was all the time it took for Fangknife to make a lunge for the wolf's stomach, tear into it with a ruthless yowl, and then proceed to slit the throat. It was a matter of moments and a life was ended. Fangknife's paws had hardly any blood on them, as the assasination had been so fast. She made a full 360 and sniffed the air. "I think that's all of them, but let's make for a tree to talk further." She lifted the kit into her mouth gently and darted up into a tree.