Isiah smirked slightly at the leaping cats. "Time to join the fun," he said under his breath and skillfully swept about to clasped two rat tails with his claws. They squealed in protest as his jaws came down to silence them. He tossed the two in the corner, cleanly killed with small punctures in their neck. "Lovely," he said to himself and leapt for more.
{1/7}
OOC - Beautiful bio ;_; Of course you can join! 8D
IC - Noirkit glanced over at Shadowkit quietly with his emerald green eyes. He opened his mouth but then closed it. Shadowkit... I see. Not like he could say that. He didn't really get it. No one knew his name because he couldn't tell them. How could he tell her? Noirkit shied away, but nodded to her to acknowledge her.
He didn't really smile though, even though Noirkit thought he should've. What does she want with me..? he thought sullenly. It's not like... I can tell her.. anything..
OOC: Thanks and no problem!
Noirkit looked back at Shadowkit with a bit of a sad look on his face. He shook his head to show that that wasn't it. He shook his head again, then lifted up his fragile tail and swept it across his open jaws. No voice.. he thought, somewhat desperately. No voice.
Noirkit stared at Shadowkit again with slightly narrowed eyes. No one would want to be friends with such a freak. After this part, usually any kit that approached him would get bored and leave. It wasn't like he was being unresponsive... he just couldn't - respond.
Noirkit tilted his head and shook it vigoriously. No! Nothing was wrong with him. Silly kit. He stood up quickly and shook his head again. I'm fine, there's nothing wrong with me! he wanted to say. He closed his eyes and sighed. And his name wasn't Snowkit either.
He tried to look dismayed, even though he wasn't very expressive, then shook his head again, lashing his tail. Out of all things, Noirkit didn't want to be sent to the med cat!
Rue kept on looking about. "Darn it! Darn it! How could I lose her!?" he muttered to himself angrily.
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OOC: Weeee gonna let the princess brat come in once again!
IC: Sheki, the long haired scarred cat smirked as she saw Millie. "Lost little kitty?" She purred, her voice always sounding seductive. Her long tail gracefully flicked about. "Oh my my, where's Rue, girl? Did I scare him off already?" She chuckled, her throat rumbling as her eyes narrowed toward Millie. Rue was hers. How dare that bratty she-cat just pop out of nowhere to take him. How selfish.
Isiah twirled about to tackle two more and slash their neck with precisely one claw. He flung them to the side. "Four.." he muttered. "Clean kills," he said to himself and nodded in satisfaction before smiling. He leapt to the end of the alley to herd the rats into confusion once again and bit another by the tail. "Five."
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Noirkit stared at her blankly. He nodded hesitantly to show that Shadowkit was right about him not being able to talk. Friends? What's that? He tilted his head. No one asked that before.
'Friends?' he mouthed and tilted his head again, not sure what to say. Noirkit shuffled his paws closer together, glaring at Shadowkit with slight caution. This wasn't a trick, right?
OOC - Rue is still searching :3
IC - Sheki slid in front of Millie to block her way, grinning. The scar on her jaw seemed to grow wider when she smiled. "Well, THAT'S not a nice thing to say," she sneered. "Why don't you stay a bit. Scared? You'll be good.. mm, company," Sheki hissed and chuckled.
Isiah stopped in his track with an amused smile. The rats ran off away from him, but for some reason... he didn't chase them. "Blood is good for the... fur?" he said with a sad smile. "That reminds me... a lot about..." he trailed off.
"Red Pelt" Sang Rouge, oh where are you anyway? he thought with a dry smile. Oh yes, the co-founder of this gang. It was a pity he left. Isiah snapped out of his thought and clamped on one rat that was about to get away before snapping its neck and flinging it to the side. "Six," he said loudly.
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Noirkit didn't know how to respond to her. He paused and then shrugged slowly before looking downwards. Best friend? Didn't we just meet? How odd. He stared at her quietly for a bit in slight interest. Moss ball? What is that? Not another game for kits is it? he thought in slight dismay.
He walked up to her and nodded, though he did not smile. Noirkit wondered how many friends Shadowkit had. Probably a lot. He was maybe just another friend to her collection. Nothing special.
OOC: Sorry I'm back! The site was down for me until now... weird huh? 
IC: Noirkit looked at both of them quietly and shrugged. He didn't really get what was going on. Singing? Rules? What? He padded in front of them, his fluffy white pelt a little groomed to tame it. He didn't really know what to do but observed them quietly, wondering what was.. sort of, going on.
The Ghost Chaser rolled his eyes. He didn't care. It was good feeling the blood on his claws though. He dashed back in the shadows, and it seemed like moments later that he leapt out again to grasp the tom's neck with his powerful jaws. "It was fun playing with you, but it's time for you die!" he hissed and smiled.
Sheki laughed and chased after her in glee. "Yeah? I'd like to see you try, girlie," she teased with a flick of her tail. She lunged at Millie from behind to tackle her tail. "Then why are you still running!?" she hissed.
Isiah sort of lost count as he doved at the remaining rats, some slipped by him. He shook his head; he was still a little occupied thinking about Sang Rouge. He tossed a few more to the side, moving swiftly.
OOC: Oh no.. poor dog :( I'm sorry.
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Noirkit batted the mossball away as fast as he could. I guess that was what he was supposed to do. He glanced at the other kittens quietly. It was weird that they were being so nice. This can't be a trick or anything... right?
Noirkit tilted his head at the odd words. Hm. The mossball hit his head as he was contemplating however. He winced slightly, a little shocked as it laid at his feet. Darn, he thought. Does that mean I lose? He flicked the ball away though, not really sure if time was up yet.
Sheki laughed heartily. "BloodClan? Oh please; they're full of idiotic big-heads that think they're so great. Well think again. In this city, it's survival of the fittest. You think BloodClan had to survive by themselves? No. They had guidance, 'friends' or clanmates or whatever," she sapt and grinned.
"I ain't queen of this city for nothin' you know," she hissed and slithered smoothly around Millie. "And don't make me laugh!" Sheki scoffed. "Even YOU look too soft to be from BloodClan."
Noirkit was confused. Why did Shadowkit seem happy about losing. He glanced at her in interest before turning to Emberkit for the last 'showdown'. He couldn't sing anyway so he looked up at her innocently before proceeding to fling the ball at her.
ooc: must eat lunch.. o-o
Sheki grinned. "Now that's more like it!" she laughed as she took Millie head on. She could feel the thorny claws sink into her flesh. Oh yes. Sheki ignored the pain and took this advantage to attempt and slam Millie straight into the cement wall. "Take that you stupid flirter!" she spat, grinning wildly.
ooc: must eat lunch ^_^
Sheki jumped back and snarled as the claws grazed her shoulder. "Hah! What do you THINK?" She laughed and licked her paw, glaring at her calmly. She unsheathed her claws and scoffed. "You're just an annoying brat that hasn't taken a grasp of what the real world is like. You're soft! Like a kittypet!"
OOC: This is what I call a real catfight...lol
