Being cover in your own blood is cute! (An extreme killer she-cat wants to join)

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    While the she-kitty was preoccupied, she flickered into invisability while no one was looking. Then she waited to see if there was any needed backup. You never knew!


    {Modile}

    He easily got out of the way. "Come at me." He snarled. Cursedpaw was going to show this bith not to insult BloodClan.

    "Why are you scared of fighting me? Scared that you'll be embarrassed by an outsider?" smile Blackfoot swinging her tail from side to side, ready to pounce at the little brat

    "I am not scared of some idiot who thinks she is better then a BloodClan cat." He meowed and smirked.


    Ooc: muse drop x.x

    "I'm not trying to be, I just want to join your clan, but if you think so then be my guest!" smile Blackfoot. She really don't give a good d*mn about this clan or anyone in it! She just want to join the most evil clan ever to be top of the food chain and might become the new leader of Bloodclan, which she is thinking of renaming it Blackclan in her honor! The loner had been in many other clans: Shadowclan (for a little while), Deathclan (in it but may leave), and Sunclan (to make fun of them for being kittypets), Blackfoot don't give a dog bone about some apprentice thinking that his an one army cat!


    OOC: It's OK!

    Cursedpaw lunged forward while she was still talking and aimed to claw her face. He really didn't care if this attack hit or not, it was more of a taunt attack to get her to fight and shut up.

    OCC: This is how is got the scar on her face!


    Having to not see the young apprentice, Blackfoot drop to the ground with a loud thud of pure silent. A minute or two pass, as her eyes glow with red, as if her eyes turn to blood red! She was now p*ss off by the apprentice! "HOW DARE YOU RUIN MY BEAUTIFUL FACE?!!" roar Blackfoot

    Cursedpaw couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Beautiful? It looks more like a butt to me, now you ready to fight?" He ended the scentence in a growl. He was also alert incase she tried the same thing on him.

    After hearing this, Blackfoot had a plan in need, but out of the order. "Lets fight in the landscaper where all those flying wings here. We can fight there."

    "What? Hell no, we are fighting right here." Cursedpaw snarled and aimed to slide underneath her stomach and scratch it.

    Blackfoot leap for a higher grounds, running for the airports, "Scared? And how did you became an apprentice? Begging like a sad old kit you are?"

    With long legs he raced after her and soon caught up. He made a mighty leap and aimed to jump on her to stop her. "Do you ever shut your mouth or are you always babbling?" He snarled. Blackfoot was probably going to soon find herself out numbered if she ran any futher into the clans territory. The other cats would most likely chase after her, then stop her and force her to stay in one place to fight so she couldn't run away.

    "Right there is a good spot!" thought Blackfoot as she dive into a pile of heap of cripple parts. Silent as in the air she nor her scent rise through the thick air; she plan this very will, if she wants to join, she'll have to fight unfair and maybe like a rogue.

    ooc: ok


    Yes the stench of rusting metal covered her scebt but Cursedpaw was not blind, deaf, or stupid. He saw where she entered the pile of scrap metal and was about to follow but had a better plan. He noticed it was a bit unstable so he jumped on it. It wobbled a bit, but didn't collapse. He grined and jumped off, putting a lot of power in his hind leg so he could sebd the pile collapsing, and hopefully crushing Blackfoot under it.

    Right on time, Blackfoot flash her way out of the pile as her razor sharp claws reach out to the apprentice's face ready to claw the mess out of him! If she had done this perfectly, Blackfoot run back into another pile of heap of cripple parts.

    He pulled back, but not fast enough to miss a shallow cut on his nose. He growled in irritation that she was able to claw his nose, then grinned as she raced back into another pile of trash. "We already knew you were a corward, hiding from me in piles of scrap metal, but you seem to prefer to hide in trash. That does explain a lot. You are just another trashy coward wanting to join." He smirked walk closer to the junk pile. He jumped ontop of the pile and sat there as if he thought Blackfoot would not attack, but he was alert even if he didn't show it.