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    I've got bad blood


    Leaves crunched under the heavy paws of a dark-colored figure. The figure appeared to be a tom, who seemed to be very strong and had a large build. Bright orange eyes brightened the path in front of the large tom. The path behind him was made up of red paw prints that shone in the moonlight. As the dark tom crept upon the bushes and the trees, he seemed to be mumbling to himself. As he approached a nearby tree, he stalked around it, every now and then scratching it with huge claws the size of one of a dogs. The tom gripped the trunk, and quickly shuffled up it. Resting upon a branch, he stared down at the ground, waiting for any pitiful venturers that dared to pass by. This tom was known as Bat. This was his territory now.

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    Emerald eyes passed like a ghost's light, but they were coming closer, bright and cold, scars streaked the she cat's body, her black fur stained with white upon her face up to the bridge of her nose, but topped and sunk down her neck and chest to her belly, where it passed under her to her tail tip, and her paws were plastered with white socks, high in the back, but low in the front, and a chain collar, used on German sheperds and dobermans, attack dogs...nto cats, teeth had been jammed into the links as decor and a bright red stone, polished by paws hitting and bashing it, was in the center, the centerpiece that made her shine to life. The air about here was tense, as if on hold, and it was paralyzing to look into her eyes, but she sat before the tree, sniffing the air...She had followed whatever tom had decided to meander into her home...HER territory. Her over-grown claws were hug, long and curled like a raptor, ths short-temper she had showing through her cold, piercing eyes.

    Bat sniffed the air, raising onto all fours. The air smelt much different than it did before, clearly pointing out another feline was around. As he crept farther up the tree, he soon hopped up onto a sturdy branch. It was hidden by the leaves, but a patch of moonlight seeped through the leaves. In full light, Bat seemed to be a feline who had gotten into many fights. One of his ears were torn badly, he had three long scars over his right eye, a very long scar going down his back, and a few fresh wounds on his back legs, which were still dripping with blood. Scanning the area, he gazed down upon the grassy ground with his bright eyes, gaze darting to every single leaf that had russled in the wind.

    Her blood turned cold and she advanced a few gaits, ears laid back and hackles raised.
    "Get out of my territory you bloody oaf!" she snarled, pulling back her lips in a menacing snarl, she was no Goddess of War, nor a invincible opponent...but she never let someone win a fight...one of her most feared traits...no matter what, she got her way...even if it meant getting herself beat up in the process...her biggest flaw, yet her biggest weapon...but it barely ever lead to that, unless....well...let's say just rarely...and right now, she was flaunting her fangs and flashing her claws to show her displeasure...she had no intent of letting him win, or stay...

    The tom stared down upon the other cat, his orange eyes seeming to blaze with anger. He flicked his tail, and got on all fours. The large suddenly snapped down off of the branch, landing on all fours, but landing rather harshly, which caused a ton of dirt to plume up into the air. When the dirt settled, the rouge looked even more menacing than before. His teeth jutted out of his mouth, and his fangs went down to his chin. His tail was torn, and his fur was jagged and messy, and it stuck out of all directions, showing signs of many battles. His claws dug into the ground, and they were huge. Bat glared down at the other cat, and grinned a little. "...Hello, there...."

    She sneered, her tail large and heavy...a...bit too large? Her teeth hidden under her long, thick fur and her pelt flickering in the light.
    "Shutup and fight, loser" she snarled, letting her claws come out just a bit more...not all the way...she didn't want to get them stuck in his flesh...how embarrassing would that be?

    Bat slowly sat down, still flicking his tail. He lifted his paw, and started to lick it. The tom seemed very content with the situation, yet the air around him was tense. After licking his huge paw, he stared at Emerald. His mouth was wide with a devious grin. "Why fight when we can settle this out with no hassle?" He assured, rolling the ss's. His claws slid out a little further, his eyes twitching a little bit. "Unless..."

    "No...talk is for kitty pets with cloud-brains" she snarled, pacing in a semi circle around him, here eys lashing out like fiery daggers.

    Bat's eyes followed Emerald's angry eyes. "Perhaps talk can settle our differences." The tom assured, snorting out of his nose. He got up, and turned to face Emerald, and slowly crept towards her, chuckling.

    OOC- she doesn't havea name, emerald is the color of her eyes. X3


    She halted and turned to face him, her pelt seemed to mix into the shadows....blending into them like a familiar home...
    "Sure...I'll insult you while I gut you like a fish!" she snarled.

    ooc: Well


    Whoops


    Ic: Bat chuckled again, and he stopped, a few tail-lengths away from her. Just like that, he jumped up, and lunged at her, his claws at full length. Bat was a fighter. Almost all of his battles, he won, yet there were some that he managed to escape. Though his problem was that his back leg slowed him down. It was twisted in a wrong angle, obviously a payment from a gory battle.

    She used her smaller size to her advantage, shooting right under him and past to turn around and aim a blow at his rump with a smile..she loved to fight, she honestly believed talking was for pansies....and......she loved the power fight...mental, physical, and emotional....if you did not have power in all three....you were weak...and she had yet to power her emotional stability, but past her flaws...she was any other solitary fighter...she just asked for a fight, clawing the trees outside her territory till they died.This was her strategy..to find his weak spot, physically, mentally, and emotionally, wherever she could attack....it was her personal, wonderful little game.

    Bat snarled, jumping out of the way, his rump getting only a little nick. He hissed, and lunged at her again, but he missed by an inch, and landed on all fours, spraying dust up everywhere. He glared at the she-cat, huffing loudly.

    She slowly circled him, watching his everymove in her peripheral, but keeping her eyes mostly locked with his, her tail...more like a balance tool then most using it as a communication limb...She kept her walk partially sided, so that she could watch him and still bolt in any direction she needed, never making the first move, always allowing her opponent to draw the first hit.

    ooc: I was thinking of making a little rouge group called the Bad Bloods. Just an idea. Bat would be the leader. I feel like I should add in another cat. Hmm.


    Bat spun around, hissing and tail lashing out to side to side. He stalked around her yet again, claws dragging against the soil. The tom's bright orange eyes light up the night, burning with rage and anger. Moving his paws against the soil, Bat arched his back. Just like a rubber band snapping, he sprung up and lunged at the other rouge, claws at full length, aiming towards her ears.

    She let him take a good clawing at her ear so she could aim at his neck with her fangs drawn out, and her jaws widely apart, hoping to get a good bit in before she could pummel him a bit to finish him off...keeping her back flat.



    OOC- cool [size=20pt]☠☠☠☠[/size]

    Bat screeched as the she-cat took a good bite at his neck. The rouge clawed furiously at her as he fell backwards. Blood dripped out of his neck as he took a weak stand, his sides heaving. His claws dug at the ground in pain, as he stumbled backwards. "You.... You... Did this... to ... me.." The tom hissed through gasps.

    She sat down, licking her lips, sneering.
    "It's kill or be killed...get over it...it's no kill bite....now.....run...run like a piece of prey....run like the scared kittypet you really are" she snarled, ears laying back.

    Bat hissed, backing up. He leaned up against a tree, his sides heaving. The black tom's tail lashed back and forth in anger and pain. "No lie that you fight like a true rouge...You win this round..." He hissed at her, snickering. The tom slid into a bush, his orange eyes locked on her.

    She settled down and lapped the blood off herself, silent and bored once more....grooming her smooth fur down.