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the only reason that i'm here is to wreak havoc.

a low growl escaped havoc’s throat when Lowlife pretended to forget his name. it was one of the dumbest jokes he had heard.

"I guess everybody knows your name." his tail swung to the left and wrapped around his still standing paws."Welcome to Bloodclan. " he snorted with sarcasm in his voice. the cat already had an unwanted reputation, but something about the loud mouth made havoc want to watch him. closely.

"I wondered if you needed help being an asshole, but then again, you’re a master at that."

the jackal smirked. his face softened, and when the phase of his sarcastic grin ended he didn’t bother to bare his teeth again. pale yellow optics kept staring the dark tom down. he waited eagerly for a response. the draft from a few of the broken windows swept around their feet. havoc shifted his weight onto his front paws and bent himself forward.

the only reason that i'm here is to wreak havoc.

havoc didn’t yet share the feeling of humour that came so easily to the jet black cat. his words hit the air like spikes of ice, but they weren’t the slightest bit intimidating. for a brief moment havoc stopped to think— what the hell is his point here?

"I’m not your fan!" was the best the jackal could manage to come up with. his eyes narrowed at the remark. it was so.. cocky.. and arrogant.

HE was so cocky and arrogant.

but havoc wasn’t going to back down from a challenger. there had to be one way, at least one, that the smokey kit could be more of an asshole. even for a sentence would work for him, then he would win. he felt briefly aware of his age and flattened his ears defensively. despite his intelligence, he couldn’t compete against a grown cat. it was a sure loss.

when Lowlife responded to his second comment, havoc didn’t need to think anymore. he tossed his head back and rolled it to the side. his pale optics followed his head in the rolling motion. "That’s not something to brag about, mouse-brain." he snapped. the annoyance in his voice filled the air without struggle. it was made painfully clear to havoc that he should choose his battles more wisely— and with more worthy opponents.

the only reason that i'm here is to wreak havoc.

while Lowlife seemed out of it, havoc stayed quiet. he was just as lost in thought as the flirtatious, obnoxious tom in front of him, but for completely different reasons. what DID he want from him? he waited for so long to spot the devil, but why? the way he spoke to Artemis made him incredibly furious, but that was nothing he could take on now. that happened quite a while ago, hell, the smooth talker even lasted past the bloodhouse’s falling. so, what the hell was havoc doing? what malicious intent could he come up with— no. he could think of that later. but what would he SAY?

when he noticed that Lowlife was looking alert again, he fumbled with words. he could be truthful and say he was just bored and wanted to be an asshole. too simple.

“Um—“ was not what he meant to say. “I want to fight you!” he smiled and flattened his ears in a childish way.

"Speech."

the only reason that i'm here is to wreak havoc.

the fact that his massive brother had never shed a word annoyed havoc to a great extent. everyone had something to say, even if it wasn’t a lot. how was it possible to hold that much control over your tongue?

but the unwelcome feeling had slid from his body tonight. he was tired. immensely drained from the stress that tormented the clan. thoughts of his mother and the church kept him awake. it wasn’t like him to be so unadaptive.

the church was still riddled with dust and not yet made into a real home for the cats of Bloodclan— or that's how the jackal took it. his black paws stepped quietly and carefully on the grass while he approached Morgan. the massive black kit was just staring at the stars.

"What are you thinking about?" he offered conversation as he sat beside his brother. he knew that Morgan wouldn't talk, but he hoped.

the only reason that i'm here is to wreak havoc.

the change in tone shifted havoc's mood. his body tensed and he shook his head. he knew, or thought he knew, why that it wouldn't be a great idea. plus- havoc was still small and thin, and fighting didn't suit him. instead, he jumped forward with another idea.

"Well if you're so big and bad and good at everything, then I challenge you!" he shrugged off the serious tension in the air, "To a hunting contest!"

his confidence had returned. the amount of times he had stolen away from the bloodhouse in the middle of the night was too many to count. he wasn't a good sleeper. he didn't need much sleep at all to be wide awake and ready for the day. so, he decided that he would sneak out again tonight. and show the black cat who's really boss around here. but what if Lowlife won? that would make him so much more furious--! but there was no way any stupid-old-cat could win against the best of the best!

the only reason that i'm here is to wreak havoc.

it felt like havoc had just awoken from a nap stretched out over months. he had been dull and oblivious to the actions of his clan for at least a few weeks, but now he guessed it was time to hop back in.

but how?

the clan wasn’t tight. he hadn’t seen his brother in a while. that was something he could look forward to..

but where was he?

the massive black cat was usually easy to spot. maybe he was out?

nonetheless, havoc was poking his nose around the church.

a familiar smell caught the thin jackal’s nose. no, of course it wouldn’t be that of the marbled gray fold that he had seen around once or twice. it was a rat—

ooh, adventures await!

but hold on, yeah, his mother had warned him about going near rats. something about them being dangerous? the speech was a long time ago.. that, or havoc didn’t care.

did he ever really listen?

nah.

oh?

when the shrill cry of the nearby cat filled the air, havoc’s small canine build twisted sharply. it dawned on him that, in fact, that might be where the rat was. it took him a moment of turning and awkward scrambling before he reached the two battling infants.

small enough to be, anyway.

thin legs pushed havoc through the air to sacrifice himself. he let the rat butt into his shoulder. ouch. ouch. ouch? did it bite me?

did it matter? holy shit, this thing is bigger than i remember!

he couldn’t tell if he knocked into the other kit when he spun to meet the rat, but he was sure he might’ve.

springing to life once again, the black smoke’s claws sent sand through the air as he hurled himself at the rat.

it gave out a squeaking sound that threw havoc right off guard. what the hell was that noise?

while he clumsily landed halfway on top of the rat, he looked towards sonata. the rat grunted, hissed, and retreated into the bushes.

havoc shook the dirt off of his fur from skidding and lunged to follow the rat. something held him back. the other kit.

"woops! hey. " he licked at his nose while he faced the gray cat again.