SkyClan | Dusk Syndicate Border

[Starfall]

Originally Posted by Empress Of Evil

So innocent, Hades thought, hiding a smug smirk beneath a mask of kindness. The large tom cat clicked his tongue softly on the roof of his mouth. "Oh no no no, you don't want to bump into a Dusk Syndicate cat. They're dangerous and they could tear a sweet little kit like you in less than a second," Hades said in a voice smeared with fake sweetness. How cute, Hades thought sourly as the SkyClan kit sneezed, creating a small cloud of snow. "You're mother must be very worried," Hades murmured softly, not dropping his act of sweet smiles and soft eyes. The word mother reminded him of Illusion. Would Illusion worried if one of their kits disappeared? Hades knew that he would be worried, but rather proud at the same time. It isn't just any old day where a kit escapes from the Dusk Syndicate nursery. While Soulkit was occupied, Hades quickly dropped the kind expression and put on one of disgust. He shook the snow out of his paws. Don't I just hate damp fur, Hades thought as he continued to shake out the chilling snow. He quickly stamped down his paw and put his fake smile back on as Soulkit focused his attention on him once again. "Soulkit? What a lovely name," Hades complimented, giving the kit a warm fake smile. What kind of an excuse of a cat names their kit, 'Soulkit'? Such a bad taste in names, the egyptian mau thought. Most would've found the name Soulkit an intriguing name, but Hades just wasn't one of those cats unfortunately. "My name is Hades," the fighter then continued. "And guess what Soulkit? Today's your lucky day. You've just met a Dusk Syndicate cat. Me," Hades snarled with a wide grin of menace. As he ended his sentence, he slammed a large forepaw down on Soulkit, hoping to hear a loud cracking noise.

( ;0; )

The grey tom smiled sweetly up at the other, his tail tip twitching "But not A-all cats are like that, S-some could be nice as we-well." he explained, the young tom truly did try and find the good in every one, it was just the way he was. He believed that every cat deserved a second chance, no matter what they had done, no matter what their past was. His sky blue hues flickered with confusion for a few seconds as the older, and much more muscular tom mentioned his mother once more, maybe he was right, would his mother be worried sick about him now, had she even found out that he left. The tabby then became a little home sick, he wanted to go back to his warm nest, snuggle with his siblings, play with the Warriors. He turned his attention back in the direction of camp and sighed, it was about time for him to go back. Soulkit was pulled out of his thoughts however by the compliment given by the ladder, he pointed his ears in the direction of Hades and smiled sweetly, his hues flashing with excitement once he figured out he had finally met a cat from the Dusk Syndicate "R-really you ar-" but he was cut off as the other male tied squished him against the cold ground, a choked sound came out of the kit as he hit the ground with a great force. A very audible crack was heard only two seconds after the impact, the two moon old kits arm had been broken, along with most of his ribs, not yet his spine. The grey Maine coon was in shock, his hues wide, his maw open in a silent scream, yet all that came out were small choking sounds. Tears began to well up in his eyes and he looked up at the massive tom "W-why?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, it quivered with fear, it quivered in horror, this was it, he knew, he had heard of tales like these, of cats dying.

Soulkit let his head hit the ground, he was too weak to hold it up, though he was still breathing, he was still clinging to life, barely. For a few seconds the kit let out wails, shrieks, although his voice would often break, and it wasn't loud enough for a patrol to hear. But, it wasn't for a patrol, it was directed to Starclan, he wished upon them to save him, all he wanted to do now was to go tell his mother and father that he loved them, he wanted to play with his littermates and he wanted to go watch the Warriors and apprentices as they played. He wanted to go home. The young kits cheeks were moist from the salty water, his blue hues were glossy and they danced with fear and sadness. He let out a few choked gasps and coughs, it was almost time for him to go, but not to home, but to play and giggle with his ancestors. He should have listened, "I-I hope, t-that you fin- find warmth some day." he gasped, smiling sweetly up at Hades, and he truly did mean it, the older tom seemed cold and distant. He let out a few strained gasps and waited for the dusk Syndicate fighter to deal the final blow.

[Brilliance]

A large dark tabby tom walked briskly through the borders. He was finally gone. He finally could have peace. He was finally away from the nagging she-cat that dubbed him as a friend. He specifically wished to stay away from the she-cat that loved to smother him, as if they were mates. The thought made him shudder, and he was glad to have gotten away, but his mind lingered back to it.

Syrup, who was heavily pregnant had came to see him earlier that day. Apparently she only wanted to talk, but Danger didn’t want to talk to her. In fact, he tried through desperate measures just to ignore her, but the flirty kitty was in no mood for the ignorance. She was heavily pregnant, with cravings and mood swings. She got annoyed at every little thing that happened, and she would usually blame it on the nearest cat. Danger tried to leave, but she fought him, telling him her problems, and how she wished that she never went off with that tom...he stopped listening to her complaints, looking into the distance and wondering how he was going to get out of that situation.

To make things more complicated, Angelica decided to make an appearance, already claiming the tom for herself as she curled around him, and started licking him as if he enjoyed it. He swiped at her cheek, angry at her display of affection. Angelica only laughed, but she continued to cuddle him, allowing her tail to wrap around his, and leaning into his side. She joked that they should have kits someday...that it would bring them closer.

That was when Danger had enough. He unsheathed his claws and aimed for Angelica’s face, but she quickly had backed away, laughing it off, thinking it was a joke. Her eyes sparked with troublesome love, and she already claimed him, and knew she would fight off any females that dare even look his way. She was his after all.

Danger scowled at the females and he threatened them. Although Syrup had her own problems, he did not feel the least bit of sympathy for her. He didn’t care. As for Angelica? She could be dead, and he still wouldn’t care. Vixen was also there, but she was quiet. She kept to herself, looking off into the distance as Angelica made her advances on him. He had no problem with Vixen. She seemed like the only feline who was oblivious to his presence, and he respected that.

Since the two annoying she-cat chased him to the border. Danger just wished for some peace and quiet. He looked across at Skyclan, glaring his eyes. He looked away, feeling a sickness curl into his stomach if he dared continue to stare ahead. Instead, he walked until he found a tree. A large enough tree that was nice to hide him from prying eyes--especially the eyes of Angelica or Syrup. Though Syrup wasn’t as annoying as Angelica was. He didn’t want to be bothered with both anyway. He swiftly jumped on each branch, landing with a perfect landing until he reach the top, covered by the leaves. Finally alone, he laid down, his tail swishing lightly, and his paws underneath him. He purred, a deep and melodic purr that he never allowed anyone to hear. Then, he laid down...closing his eyes for a well needed nap.

@Slash-GNR

[Slash-GNR]

Originally Posted by NoireRose

A large dark tabby tom walked briskly through the borders. He was finally gone. He finally could have peace. He was finally away from the nagging she-cat that dubbed him as a friend. He specifically wished to stay away from the she-cat that loved to smother him, as if they were mates. The thought made him shudder, and he was glad to have gotten away, but his mind lingered back to it.

Syrup, who was heavily pregnant had came to see him earlier that day. Apparently she only wanted to talk, but Danger didn’t want to talk to her. In fact, he tried through desperate measures just to ignore her, but the flirty kitty was in no mood for the ignorance. She was heavily pregnant, with cravings and mood swings. She got annoyed at every little thing that happened, and she would usually blame it on the nearest cat. Danger tried to leave, but she fought him, telling him her problems, and how she wished that she never went off with that tom...he stopped listening to her complaints, looking into the distance and wondering how he was going to get out of that situation.

To make things more complicated, Angelica decided to make an appearance, already claiming the tom for herself as she curled around him, and started licking him as if he enjoyed it. He swiped at her cheek, angry at her display of affection. Angelica only laughed, but she continued to cuddle him, allowing her tail to wrap around his, and leaning into his side. She joked that they should have kits someday...that it would bring them closer.

That was when Danger had enough. He unsheathed his claws and aimed for Angelica’s face, but she quickly had backed away, laughing it off, thinking it was a joke. Her eyes sparked with troublesome love, and she already claimed him, and knew she would fight off any females that dare even look his way. She was his after all.

Danger scowled at the females and he threatened them. Although Syrup had her own problems, he did not feel the least bit of sympathy for her. He didn’t care. As for Angelica? She could be dead, and he still wouldn’t care. Vixen was also there, but she was quiet. She kept to herself, looking off into the distance as Angelica made her advances on him. He had no problem with Vixen. She seemed like the only feline who was oblivious to his presence, and he respected that.

Since the two annoying she-cat chased him to the border. Danger just wished for some peace and quiet. He looked across at Skyclan, glaring his eyes. He looked away, feeling a sickness curl into his stomach if he dared continue to stare ahead. Instead, he walked until he found a tree. A large enough tree that was nice to hide him from prying eyes--especially the eyes of Angelica or Syrup. Though Syrup wasn’t as annoying as Angelica was. He didn’t want to be bothered with both anyway. He swiftly jumped on each branch, landing with a perfect landing until he reach the top, covered by the leaves. Finally alone, he laid down, his tail swishing lightly, and his paws underneath him. He purred, a deep and melodic purr that he never allowed anyone to hear. Then, he laid down...closing his eyes for a well needed nap.

@Slash-GNR

(Hahaha, poor Danger xD)

A orange black spotted she-cat could be seen laying in a tree. She was in the tree where she had met Bluejay, but he had not visited her in a long time. She sighed at the thought that he had left her, but she knew that she... a prideful loner who did not need any other cat besides herself... to fall into depression. However, the female did have hatred for him at that moment in time as she knitted the fur above her eyes and unsheathed her long, sharp claws. Fala wasn't the type of cat to sit there and do nothing. No, she knew she had to either seek revenge or get over the issue. The loner then decided to just to let it go. "He didn't even care for me anyway..." she sighed as she got up and pounced to another tree branch.

Once she leaped to the lower branch, Fala slid her muscular, long body down the trunk onto the forest floor. There she stretched her power muscles and turned herself around facing the large oak tree. She then stretched her body up the trunk and began to sharpen her claws making a raking noise in the process. The loner was in Thunderclan territory, but she didn't care. In fact, she cared very little about rules. The fire that burned in her usually over came anything... Therefore, she tended to do as she saw fit. Fala knew she had to get moving and stop waiting for Bluejay... She blinked as she looked around to head in a direction that would hopefully lead her away from her heart break and problems.

Fala shook her head as she began to trot towards DS territory. She was aware of it, but again, she didn't mind. Then again, the DS cats most suited her fiery personality, but some of those cats were bland and had nothing important about them. She took cautious steps attempting not to make much noise to wake or cause attention towards her. All she wanted to do was be left alone, but a strange scent flooded her nostrils as she came near the DS and Skyclan territory. It was the scent of... of... "A cat," she muttered aloud. It was not Bluejay thankfully, so she continued on towards the scent.

Upon arriving at the border, Fala crouched her body low to the ground in order to search for the source of the smell. However, it almost smelt like the scent was around her rather than in front of the she-cat. She looked up into the trees, but she didn't see anything. Granted, the sun was in her eyes, but still... The female then leaned up against a tree and began to groom herself. Then she looked up, "I can smell you ya know... You have she-cat scent all over you. Plus, your scent couldn't be missed either way," she said as she rubbed her paw over her ear. Then she placed her paw back down. She blinked as she looked blankly across the forest. "You must be a real prize to have so many she-cats want to be near you," she chuckled, but there was a bit of sadness and hatred in her tone for Bluejay. She would get over him soon enough though. She honestly was a sweet cat with a moderate temper if you pushed her that far, but she would never go over the border of murder or anything like that.

[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Slash-GNR

(Hahaha, poor Danger xD)

A orange black spotted she-cat could be seen laying in a tree. She was in the tree where she had met Bluejay, but he had not visited her in a long time. She sighed at the thought that he had left her, but she knew that she... a prideful loner who did not need any other cat besides herself... to fall into depression. However, the female did have hatred for him at that moment in time as she knitted the fur above her eyes and unsheathed her long, sharp claws. Fala wasn't the type of cat to sit there and do nothing. No, she knew she had to either seek revenge or get over the issue. The loner then decided to just to let it go. "He didn't even care for me anyway..." she sighed as she got up and pounced to another tree branch.

Once she leaped to the lower branch, Fala slid her muscular, long body down the trunk onto the forest floor. There she stretched her power muscles and turned herself around facing the large oak tree. She then stretched her body up the trunk and began to sharpen her claws making a raking noise in the process. The loner was in Thunderclan territory, but she didn't care. In fact, she cared very little about rules. The fire that burned in her usually over came anything... Therefore, she tended to do as she saw fit. Fala knew she had to get moving and stop waiting for Bluejay... She blinked as she looked around to head in a direction that would hopefully lead her away from her heart break and problems.

Fala shook her head as she began to trot towards DS territory. She was aware of it, but again, she didn't mind. Then again, the DS cats most suited her fiery personality, but some of those cats were bland and had nothing important about them. She took cautious steps attempting not to make much noise to wake or cause attention towards her. All she wanted to do was be left alone, but a strange scent flooded her nostrils as she came near the DS and Skyclan territory. It was the scent of... of... "A cat," she muttered aloud. It was not Bluejay thankfully, so she continued on towards the scent.

Upon arriving at the border, Fala crouched her body low to the ground in order to search for the source of the smell. However, it almost smelt like the scent was around her rather than in front of the she-cat. She looked up into the trees, but she didn't see anything. Granted, the sun was in her eyes, but still... The female then leaned up against a tree and began to groom herself. Then she looked up, "I can smell you ya know... You have she-cat scent all over you. Plus, your scent couldn't be missed either way," she said as she rubbed her paw over her ear. Then she placed her paw back down. She blinked as she looked blankly across the forest. "You must be a real prize to have so many she-cats want to be near you," she chuckled, but there was a bit of sadness and hatred in her tone for Bluejay. She would get over him soon enough though. She honestly was a sweet cat with a moderate temper if you pushed her that far, but she would never go over the border of murder or anything like that.

(It’s ashame he could never get any relaxation. Buuuuuuuuuut he is an handsome cat )

Danger’s eyes flew open in a flash. At first it was a new scent that hit his nostrils, then it was a voice. The large tom bushed up, and he arched his back, jumping down to the bottom in a swift move. In front of him was an orange black spotted she-cat. He huffed in aggravation. ‘’Good job, sniffy. At least your nose works well. You want an reward for that?’’ He flexed his claws. He was already highly annoyed, and he hardly could get a break.

At first it was Syrup...then Angelica...and now this fluff bag? What did he do to deserve his broken peace? Have he really set anyone mad? Has he?

After a while, and her next words, he studied her carefully. He looked her up and down to see if she was even worth the while to talk to. She seemed dense minded, mouse-brained. Did she not know what territory she was in?

He smirked, thinking she was complimenting him. He gave a light shrugged and stretched his body to the full length. His muscles were definitely showing as they rippled from his thick pelt. It wasn’t that he was trying to show off, because he wasn’t. What reason was there to show off? He needed a nice stretch...since he couldn’t get a nice nap for the day. ‘’I guess I’m..irresistable.’’ He answered, plainly. Why did she care what he smelled like? Why did she want to know?

‘’And, you smell as if you’re in the wrong territory, sweetness.’’ He growled lowly. ‘’You’re lost or something?’’ He snarled at her, aggressively. It was something about the she-cat he didn’t like quite yet. She looked like a threat, so he stood guarded. In fact, he kept his claws raking the ground in case she wanted to attack him. He doubted she would win in the first place. He trained long and hard for many years to get where he was today. He murdered some cats in his prime time, not that he would brag about that.

Her next set of words took him by surprise. And, he stood there gaping for a moment before he shook this thought away, and he slitted his eyes toward her. ‘’Can’t help it if some she-cats like a bad cat.’’ He mewed, roughly. His tone was dark and edgy, and it seemed that he gave her the smallest of smirks. But he kept his guard high. He didn’t know this she-cat well enough to judge her actions. She seemed depleted, but he didn’t care what she seemed. He just wanted some alone time, and she was bothering him. It wouldn’t be any time left when Angelica would saunter her way towards him--her minion in tow, and wrap herself around him once more, hoping he would cave in to her desires.

Danger growled. Not at the she-cat in front of him, but at the thought of Angelica. He hated her to her very core. ‘’You should get out of here before you aggravate me more than I’m already am, sweetness.’’

[Slash-GNR]

Originally Posted by NoireRose

(It’s ashame he could never get any relaxation. Buuuuuuuuuut he is an handsome cat )

Danger’s eyes flew open in a flash. At first it was a new scent that hit his nostrils, then it was a voice. The large tom bushed up, and he arched his back, jumping down to the bottom in a swift move. In front of him was an orange black spotted she-cat. He huffed in aggravation. ‘’Good job, sniffy. At least your nose works well. You want an reward for that?’’ He flexed his claws. He was already highly annoyed, and he hardly could get a break.

At first it was Syrup...then Angelica...and now this fluff bag? What did he do to deserve his broken peace? Have he really set anyone mad? Has he?

After a while, and her next words, he studied her carefully. He looked her up and down to see if she was even worth the while to talk to. She seemed dense minded, mouse-brained. Did she not know what territory she was in?

He smirked, thinking she was complimenting him. He gave a light shrugged and stretched his body to the full length. His muscles were definitely showing as they rippled from his thick pelt. It wasn’t that he was trying to show off, because he wasn’t. What reason was there to show off? He needed a nice stretch...since he couldn’t get a nice nap for the day. ‘’I guess I’m..irresistable.’’ He answered, plainly. Why did she care what he smelled like? Why did she want to know?

‘’And, you smell as if you’re in the wrong territory, sweetness.’’ He growled lowly. ‘’You’re lost or something?’’ He snarled at her, aggressively. It was something about the she-cat he didn’t like quite yet. She looked like a threat, so he stood guarded. In fact, he kept his claws raking the ground in case she wanted to attack him. He doubted she would win in the first place. He trained long and hard for many years to get where he was today. He murdered some cats in his prime time, not that he would brag about that.

Her next set of words took him by surprise. And, he stood there gaping for a moment before he shook this thought away, and he slitted his eyes toward her. ‘’Can’t help it if some she-cats like a bad cat.’’ He mewed, roughly. His tone was dark and edgy, and it seemed that he gave her the smallest of smirks. But he kept his guard high. He didn’t know this she-cat well enough to judge her actions. She seemed depleted, but he didn’t care what she seemed. He just wanted some alone time, and she was bothering him. It wouldn’t be any time left when Angelica would saunter her way towards him--her minion in tow, and wrap herself around him once more, hoping he would cave in to her desires.

Danger growled. Not at the she-cat in front of him, but at the thought of Angelica. He hated her to her very core. ‘’You should get out of here before you aggravate me more than I’m already am, sweetness.’’

Fala watched as a large dark colored tom came from the trees. She turned her head to face him, but there was no emotion in her eyes. However, in her heart she was a bit surprised as she laid eyes upon him. She tilted her head, “Sniffy? How cute… you gave me a nickname,” she teased scrunching up her nose. She didn’t like to flirt. Therefore, she would not with this tom. “And no… I don’t accept rewards,” she stated plain.

The female then watched as he stretched. She rolled her eyes as she turned her head to look around before turning her gaze back upon the male as she perked her ears forward. “Now now… no need to get tense,” she said. “And yes… you are quite the tom. I guess those females just can’t get enough of your inner beast,” she said in a mocking way. She didn’t mean any of those words. She actually didn’t like even giving them to the male.

Fala then shook her head, “No, I’m not lost. “And don’t call me sweetness Prickly,” she shot back as the fur on her back began to bristle. “Are you lost?” she asked brining down her temper. “You seem to be alone,” she ended looking the male over. She then rolled her eyes and chuckled lightly, “Well sorry to ruin your day, but this she-cat doesn’t care for your bad attitude,” she stated as she perked her ears forward daring him to do something. She then smirked, “Oh, but I thought you liked my attention,” she stated as she rolled her eyes in a bored manner. She shook her head, “Sorry, but no Prickly,” she stated looking at him.

[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Slash-GNR

Fala watched as a large dark colored tom came from the trees. She turned her head to face him, but there was no emotion in her eyes. However, in her heart she was a bit surprised as she laid eyes upon him. She tilted her head, “Sniffy? How cute… you gave me a nickname,” she teased scrunching up her nose. She didn’t like to flirt. Therefore, she would not with this tom. “And no… I don’t accept rewards,” she stated plain.

The female then watched as he stretched. She rolled her eyes as she turned her head to look around before turning her gaze back upon the male as she perked her ears forward. “Now now… no need to get tense,” she said. “And yes… you are quite the tom. I guess those females just can’t get enough of your inner beast,” she said in a mocking way. She didn’t mean any of those words. She actually didn’t like even giving them to the male.

Fala then shook her head, “No, I’m not lost. “And don’t call me sweetness Prickly,” she shot back as the fur on her back began to bristle. “Are you lost?” she asked brining down her temper. “You seem to be alone,” she ended looking the male over. She then rolled her eyes and chuckled lightly, “Well sorry to ruin your day, but this she-cat doesn’t care for your bad attitude,” she stated as she perked her ears forward daring him to do something. She then smirked, “Oh, but I thought you liked my attention,” she stated as she rolled her eyes in a bored manner. She shook her head, “Sorry, but no Prickly,” she stated looking at him.

Danger was not convinced. He padded closer to the she-cat, leaning in slightly to her, as if he were going to touch her nose. But, he quickly pulled away. He was still not convinced. The tom then got up and he padded around her, circling around her with his eyes strictly on her. He circled her as if she were his prey, and he was slow with his movements just to be sure that he would be convinced.

However, he was not.

Finally, the tom answered, ‘’My inner beast, huh?’’ He rolled his eyes and huffed. ‘’You haven’t even unlocked that side, sweetness.’’ the tom turned around, facing away from the female as he walked away a couple moments, and paced back up to her. ‘’Liked your attention?’’ He burst out with a deep laugh. ‘’Why would I ever want to bother myself with the likes of you, darling? I think a tree have a better chance at gaining my attention more than you ever will--or would.’’ His ears perked at the nickname she gave him, and his fur began to bristle just the same as she had.

‘’How dare you give me a nickname? You’re entering dangerous territory, darling.’’ He sneered. He personally didn’t like her attitude, as if she wasn’t scared, but did she knew what he was capable of? He wouldn’t kill her, that was for sure, but he wanted to put some fear into her heart. She needed to know where she stood. He then let out another laugh--dark and sinister, as he walked up to the tree he was napping in. He allowed his body to jump onto the tree as he scraped his claws against the bark, making an obnoxious sound to the ears. It didn’t bother him as much as it used to--but he knew it was a way to get rid of Angelica whenever he needed it.

‘’You seem to be lost if you don’t know what cats like me are not afraid of doing.’’ He growled. He still didn’t know what her intentions were, but he knew that if she was going to attack, then he would be ready to slit her throat open. As he jumped down from the tree, he stared at her once again, wondering why she was still in his presence.

‘’I wasn’t inviting you to stay or go, by the way. I was commanding you to leave, ragdoll.’’ He threatened and insulted. He had enough of cats for one day. Especially of she-cats, but if he had the say, this she-cat in front of him was definitely challenging--more than Angelica, yet she was annoying--more than Angelica. Not to mention, making him want to rake his ears out with his claws.

[Slash-GNR]

Originally Posted by NoireRose

Danger was not convinced. He padded closer to the she-cat, leaning in slightly to her, as if he were going to touch her nose. But, he quickly pulled away. He was still not convinced. The tom then got up and he padded around her, circling around her with his eyes strictly on her. He circled her as if she were his prey, and he was slow with his movements just to be sure that he would be convinced.

However, he was not.

Finally, the tom answered, ‘’My inner beast, huh?’’ He rolled his eyes and huffed. ‘’You haven’t even unlocked that side, sweetness.’’ the tom turned around, facing away from the female as he walked away a couple moments, and paced back up to her. ‘’Liked your attention?’’ He burst out with a deep laugh. ‘’Why would I ever want to bother myself with the likes of you, darling? I think a tree have a better chance at gaining my attention more than you ever will--or would.’’ His ears perked at the nickname she gave him, and his fur began to bristle just the same as she had.

‘’How dare you give me a nickname? You’re entering dangerous territory, darling.’’ He sneered. He personally didn’t like her attitude, as if she wasn’t scared, but did she knew what he was capable of? He wouldn’t kill her, that was for sure, but he wanted to put some fear into her heart. She needed to know where she stood. He then let out another laugh--dark and sinister, as he walked up to the tree he was napping in. He allowed his body to jump onto the tree as he scraped his claws against the bark, making an obnoxious sound to the ears. It didn’t bother him as much as it used to--but he knew it was a way to get rid of Angelica whenever he needed it.

‘’You seem to be lost if you don’t know what cats like me are not afraid of doing.’’ He growled. He still didn’t know what her intentions were, but he knew that if she was going to attack, then he would be ready to slit her throat open. As he jumped down from the tree, he stared at her once again, wondering why she was still in his presence.

‘’I wasn’t inviting you to stay or go, by the way. I was commanding you to leave, ragdoll.’’ He threatened and insulted. He had enough of cats for one day. Especially of she-cats, but if he had the say, this she-cat in front of him was definitely challenging--more than Angelica, yet she was annoying--more than Angelica. Not to mention, making him want to rake his ears out with his claws.

Fala leaned back as he leaned closer as if she were a bit afraid of what he was going to do. However, she was more discusted and angry at the tom. Once he pulled away, she leaned back to her normal position. Fala watched the male carefully as he padded around her. However, she held her head high and proud as he acted like he was going to make her prey. She would not let this happen. No, she was not the kind of female to just let a male scare her like that.

She then smirked, "Hmm," was all she said almost in a seductive tone. Fala licked her lips as she perked her ears forward and frowned, "Now I have asked you before... please stop calling me that," she said as she blinked at his next statement. "Well, you never know. You just may fall for me one day," she chuckled as she got up and began to pad around him this time. "I am an interesting feline..." she teased him. Fala wasn't flirting, no, she was almost daring him to say something else.

"Ah yes... Prickly..." she smiled as she sat down in front of him now. "You gave me one first... Prickly," she said leaning in and squinting her eyes at the tom. "I have been in more dangerous territory before," she admitted as she leaned back out. "I can take care of my self, but thanks for your concern," she said as if she were a damsel in distress. She then rolled her eyes as she scarped his claws against the bark. "That may work on the princesses from where your from, but I'm a unique breed," she mewed. "I don't get scared so easily," she mewed. "I don't take commands, sorry," she shot back at him as she got up and stretched.

[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Slash-GNR

Fala leaned back as he leaned closer as if she were a bit afraid of what he was going to do. However, she was more discusted and angry at the tom. Once he pulled away, she leaned back to her normal position. Fala watched the male carefully as he padded around her. However, she held her head high and proud as he acted like he was going to make her prey. She would not let this happen. No, she was not the kind of female to just let a male scare her like that.

She then smirked, "Hmm," was all she said almost in a seductive tone. Fala licked her lips as she perked her ears forward and frowned, "Now I have asked you before... please stop calling me that," she said as she blinked at his next statement. "Well, you never know. You just may fall for me one day," she chuckled as she got up and began to pad around him this time. "I am an interesting feline..." she teased him. Fala wasn't flirting, no, she was almost daring him to say something else.

"Ah yes... Prickly..." she smiled as she sat down in front of him now. "You gave me one first... Prickly," she said leaning in and squinting her eyes at the tom. "I have been in more dangerous territory before," she admitted as she leaned back out. "I can take care of my self, but thanks for your concern," she said as if she were a damsel in distress. She then rolled her eyes as she scarped his claws against the bark. "That may work on the princesses from where your from, but I'm a unique breed," she mewed. "I don't get scared so easily," she mewed. "I don't take commands, sorry," she shot back at him as she got up and stretched.

Danger let out a roar of laughter towards the she-cat. He found it funny that she actually thought he would fall for her. He found it funny that she was toying with him. Unconsciously, he let out his claws, digging them into the earth. He was seriously contemplating on whether or not to end her here and hide the body. Better yet, it would be an honor for her to be found. ‘’You live in a delusional lalaland if you ever believe that I would fall for you,’’ He spat, deeply. ‘’Even if we were the last cats on earth, I would never repopulate with the likes of you.’’ He added, sneering. His lips curled, showing off his sharp fangs, which seem to gleam in the sun. ‘’Oh, yes your very interesting,’’ He said, losing his patience. He rolled his eyes, wondering why she was still here. He wondered himself as to why he was even wasting his time by conversing with her.

Then again, she was way better than Angelica…

‘’It’ll be even more interesting when you leave.’’ He added, and he watched her stretched. He tried annoying noise to get rid of her, but that didn’t work. So, what else might? When the next words left her maw, he gave her teasing stare. His maw upturned into a sinister smirk. ‘’Oh, look at you. The little kitty know how to take care of herself. I’m impressed.’’ Though his voice was heavy with sarcasm, and he began to get him, walking away. He lost his interest--not that he carried any in the first place, but he wanted to be away from her. She interrupted his sleep. She stayed to talk to him. What did he do...honestly, what did he do to deserve such treatment?

He was a bad tom. Why do he attract more she-cats than he bargained? Especially since he wasn’t into any of them. Relationships weren’t his forte. He feared it would take him away from real priorities, and that was murdering others. That was manipulating others. That was getting what he wanted. And, this loner...had the nerve to stick around? He wasn’t that far, and his ears perked at hearing her next words. Don’t get scared easily, huh?

Danger’s lips curled back into a snarl, and he turned around swiftly, running at full speed and tackled the female to the ground. ‘’Don’t get scared easily, huh?’’ He hissed at her face, one of his paws held around her neck, and he pressed down a bit, hoping she would become fearful. But, even he wasn’t that heartless. She haven’t unlocked that side yet.

The large tom jumped off of her. ‘’You’re wasting my time, crowfood. Lay down and die somewhere.’’He told her harshly, meaning every word that came out his maw. He was insensitive, and he didn’t care if he had hurt her feelings. He turned back around to walk away.

He then smirked without even looking at her, ‘’I don’t listen well to commands either, sweetness.’’ He said darkly, hoping she heard him.

[The Cannibal]

Originally Posted by Raywood

Stomach churning with uneasiness, Rabbitfluff's attention drifted from the situation at hand, his awareness going with it as he struggled to keep himself together and avoid a subsequent breakdown after the harsh interaction with Hannibal. He didn't know how to begin to mentally cope, or if there was anything to mentally cope with. Maybe it was simply how things were now; he had to accept his family was gone and it was probably because of his actions, a failure of a warrior, son, and sibling. The tom remained curled into a tight ball, afraid to move an inch. Terrified of giving away his position, but even more fearful of the Dusk Syndicate. The trauma inflicted was non-physical but no less damaging when he had a weakened mind, more susceptible to abuse, after losing his last family member shortly after SkyClan's transition into the new territories.

His ears lifted from their flattened position when he heard a feline approaching, heart shipping a beat as he briefly considered dashing from his hiding place in case it was an enemy from this side of the border. However, the voice--sounding eerily like the real Grousestar's--persuaded him into staying put. His paws felt like dead weight, anyway, unsure if he could escape if he wanted to. "Grousestar?" the name fell from him, mystified and confused, distant. With the influence of Hannibal, he'd been thoroughly convinced nobody would come for him except perhaps a Dusk Syndicate patrol hoping to finish him off. Grousestar's words made his head spin more than it already was, as it directly conflicted with what he'd just been told.

"Are they.. around?" his fright bled into the inquiry. As if trying to clarify who he meant, Rabbitfluff's blue eyes shifted rapidly while he offered an equally-vague, "Them." Cognitive clarity was long-since gone when he was stuck in a survival mindset. He still couldn't manage to remember when he and Hannibal had even spoken, or long he'd been missing from SkyClan, but he did feel guilt for worrying Grousestar if he was being honest about his concern.

Assuming it was safe, Rabbitfluff inched forward from the bush and partially into the open, scanning the area intensely before continuing to go a little further. His gaze was cloudy and seemed to peer through the leader, seeing some distant danger or memory that was available solely to him. "I'd taken a walk and.. ended up on the border." Rabbitfluff seemed to pause but didn't keep going, thoughts of the manipulative stranger resurfacing.

Doubt had been surrounding Grousestar when he approached the bush he believed his friend to be in, there hadn't been any reply, no movement, nothing at all to suggest that anything was hiding inside of it. In fact, the stillness nearly made him turn back, dismissing his interest in the bush as something that could be explained by the wind or his mind being overly eager to find his friend. But that's when he heard his name practically whispered, a detached sounding voice, but a familiar voice. It was most certainly Rabbitfluff. And with seconds he had stuffed his head into the bush to positively identify his friend, promptly trying to pry away some of the leaves to create a sort of exit for the bob-tailed cat, worry and relief both mingling on the leaders face as he looked down at the Skyclan warrior.

"Are who around Rabbit? What are you talking about?" There was a pause before he promptly shook his head, looking around with some apprehension. "Nevermind, we can speak when we're safe back at home. We're not safe here and I'd much prefer to be back on home territory." It wasn't often that he let other cats see him nervous or anxious, but Grousestar couldn't hide it, not when he could sense the fear in his friend and not when he was in the territory of the cats that so brutally murdered members of his clan. While it did enrage the leader that they killed them, he could help but feel the slightest inkling of fear. One cats eyes in particular, fiery, red-hot eyes that held no emotion. The other cat he was with infuriated him, the way he spoke, the way he taunted, but the grey cat with those fire eyes.. Flicking his tail and shuddering slightly, he dismissed the thought, instead turning his attention back to Rabbitfluff.

When the smaller tom edged out of the bush, a look in his eyes as if he just returned from some huge battled, something so scaring that it was questionable if he'd ever be the same again, the leader knew that something terrible had happened, causing his heart to ache immediately for his friend. When he heard what he said, the brown tabby frowned and stepped closer.
"You can tell me when we get home Rabbitfluff, try not to.. Strain yourself too much okay? Come on." mewed the leader with a soft tone, starting to slightly worry that even just his words might damage the already fragile cat, he seemed to be in a weakened state of mind.

Lightly he touched his tail to the warriors shoulder and nodded his head in the direction that he came in.
"Do you think you can manage the walk home?"
Grousestar wasn't sure if the tom had sustained any physical injuries and despite his glancing over, he was no medicine cat and truly couldn't tell, he would have to rely on what his friend told him and he severely hoped that Rabbitfluff would tell him the truth. He would not mind carrying Rabbitfluff back to camp if he needed it, or aiding him in any sort of way. He just wanted him to come home safely.

[Empress Of Evil]

Originally Posted by starfall

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The grey tom smiled sweetly up at the other, his tail tip twitching "But not A-all cats are like that, S-some could be nice as we-well." he explained, the young tom truly did try and find the good in every one, it was just the way he was. He believed that every cat deserved a second chance, no matter what they had done, no matter what their past was. His sky blue hues flickered with confusion for a few seconds as the older, and much more muscular tom mentioned his mother once more, maybe he was right, would his mother be worried sick about him now, had she even found out that he left. The tabby then became a little home sick, he wanted to go back to his warm nest, snuggle with his siblings, play with the Warriors. He turned his attention back in the direction of camp and sighed, it was about time for him to go back. Soulkit was pulled out of his thoughts however by the compliment given by the ladder, he pointed his ears in the direction of Hades and smiled sweetly, his hues flashing with excitement once he figured out he had finally met a cat from the Dusk Syndicate "R-really you ar-" but he was cut off as the other male tied squished him against the cold ground, a choked sound came out of the kit as he hit the ground with a great force. A very audible crack was heard only two seconds after the impact, the two moon old kits arm had been broken, along with most of his ribs, not yet his spine. The grey Maine coon was in shock, his hues wide, his maw open in a silent scream, yet all that came out were small choking sounds. Tears began to well up in his eyes and he looked up at the massive tom "W-why?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, it quivered with fear, it quivered in horror, this was it, he knew, he had heard of tales like these, of cats dying.

Soulkit let his head hit the ground, he was too weak to hold it up, though he was still breathing, he was still clinging to life, barely. For a few seconds the kit let out wails, shrieks, although his voice would often break, and it wasn't loud enough for a patrol to hear. But, it wasn't for a patrol, it was directed to Starclan, he wished upon them to save him, all he wanted to do now was to go tell his mother and father that he loved them, he wanted to play with his littermates and he wanted to go watch the Warriors and apprentices as they played. He wanted to go home. The young kits cheeks were moist from the salty water, his blue hues were glossy and they danced with fear and sadness. He let out a few choked gasps and coughs, it was almost time for him to go, but not to home, but to play and giggle with his ancestors. He should have listened, "I-I hope, t-that you fin- find warmth some day." he gasped, smiling sweetly up at Hades, and he truly did mean it, the older tom seemed cold and distant. He let out a few strained gasps and waited for the dusk Syndicate fighter to deal the final blow.

(Soul is so sweet. I feel so bad for making Hades do this!)

A satisfied smile of menace crossed the fighter's face as he heard loud cracking noise. Lovely, Hades thought. His pale green hues followed the kit's head as Soulkit placed in own the ground, too tired to hold it up. He could hear the shrieks that Soulkit let out. "You stupid kit. No one will hear you," Hades sneered, not lifting his large paw off. "Didn't your mother ever tell you to never talk to strangers outside of your, 'clan'?" Hades asked, though it was a question that did not require an answer. Watching the kit, Hades almost.... pitied him. How would he feel if one of his kits were in a position like this? Well, that wasn't hard to answer.
He'd obviously kill the killer.
"Why?" Hades mocked. "It's all about survival. The less cats there are to threaten you, the easier your life is. You might just be a kit but kits turn into adults," the egyptian mau continued. It was his logic. But it was harder to actually do than just saying it. There were cats beyond the territory of the clans that the tom would probably never meet. And he was well aware. But he didn't care. Kittypets and rogues were no threat to him. They were easy prey. It was just a matter of getting rid of clan cats.
If Hades were to be honest, that wasn't the only reason why he was doing this. He was simply killing Soulkit for what I guess you would say, 'the fun of it'. Hades enjoyed killing. It gave him that satisfaction that most things couldn't give. Watching blood slowly trickle down, staining the ground below, it was something he loved to watch. If it was in water that was even better. The delicate crimson liquid invaded the water, slowly turning it into a pool of ruby liquid. It reminded him of an infection. A disease. A plague of endless death.

I hope, that you find warmth someday. Hades didn't let his confusion on the outside but that was certainly what he felt on the inside. What kind of a cat that's life was threatened, said that to their killer? Hades would certainly have expected useless threats. "I already have enough warmth you idiot. This is just adding to it," Hades replied in a monotone voice, as if talking to someone about the lovely weather. "There are few things in the world that give me warmth. Did you know that?" Hades continued. As he was about to speak again, an idea popped into his mind. With a murderous look in his pale green orbs, he shifted the paw that kept the kit on the ground. He knew it would cause agonizing pain. He was almost certain he had heard a few more cracks and smiled evilly. "Killing is one of those few things. It gives the satisfaction that most things can't give," Hades said. "Perhaps you should try it one day? Oh wait, you won't be able to. You'll be dead."
With that, Hades move his free paw forward to deal the final blow. Placing his paw on the kit's head, he pulled Soulkit's head back with his paw, pulling it further and further until he heard a large crack.
"Goodbye little one. I hope you have an agonising life in the afterlife," Hades snarled softly, smirking smugly to himself.

Now, who's next?