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Post by sandy on Apr 30, 2009 17:31:54 GMT -6
A large she-cat prowled forward, a low spitting growl slumbering softly in her chest, ready to be awoken. She prowled on, her eyes wary. She flexed long hooked claws, making gouge marks in the cement and dirt. Lashing her tail, she sprang forward, her teeth meeting the back of a rats neck. She snapped it up, demolishing it in a few bites. It was only grudgingly that she waited to become the Battle-Takers leader, perhaps here she could recruit more cats, worthy cats. With her head held high, she strolled over a scent mark left by another cat without flinching. She knew she wasn't unbeatable but she loved a good battle, the taste of blood on her teeth the ripping of fur. Raising her head, she yowled, a loud, ripping sound, making a restaurant two-leg yowl back angrily.
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Post by Kizzy Kat on May 6, 2009 21:38:45 GMT -6
A larger Golden tabby was almost black, the way the black dust he found near a twoleg fire pot, it hid him so well, an masked his scent. Suddenly noticed the she-cat his eyes flickered with anger. Without a sound, he crouched behind her, his muscles slowly began to bulge and ripple under his pelt and his haunches went up. His claws unleashed, and fangs open wide. His yowl burned across a surprise as he landed down onto her back and knocked her over.
His hot breath in her ear, his lips in a snarl, "MY territory you're trespassing in," His claws digging into her shoulder and he shifted his weight, slamming her head hard on a giant metal twoleg bin filled with crowfood and rubbish. He sliced a claw over her ear, cuffed her, then released her quickly and stood back. "You're new. This is a warning. Go back to your pathetic wild homes. This is our land. Stay in your crapville." His lips curled and flexing great muscles.
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Post by sandy on May 7, 2009 18:11:55 GMT -6
Aspen flexed her shoulder and turned to face the tom, her teeth bared. "This is your territory?" She asked, laughing, her face suddenly cunning. "This is your territory, where two-legs travel and the place reeks of crow-food and false food and materials." She purred, "Would you even consider what I can offer you? A home where you aren't afraid to do what you want, no two-leg destructions waiting for you. A place where you can kill, feel the gush of blood over your paws. I doubt you'd be able to handle it. If you consider, call for Aspen, leader of the battle takers, and I will consider if you are worthy." The she-cat blinked a few times, raising her paw to expose long claws. "Until then, I'll go where I please." She blinked her pretty green eyes a few times then trotted off, her ginger tabby pelt sparkling in the shadows and light.
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Post by Kizzy Kat on May 7, 2009 20:35:00 GMT -6
He snarled at her, his muzzle bunched in a bearing attack look. A flare in his eyes, "This land is father known than you think kittypet. We will always fight harder tan you wild weakling fools.
Twolegs have no worry to us, my land barely bothers them. You're more than a ruffled up kittypet who think she can strut through out city. For that you shall die." In a double bound his back did a twist and his hind paws clashed into her side, and his claws dug around her cuffed ears.
Trusting himself to one side, he knocked her over, and he clawed deeply into her sides and ribcage. His eyes showing enthusiasm, not anger. He was happy? Yeah, because this was a home to be proud of and not a home to waste a life in like the dazzled wild kittypets dwell in.
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Post by sandy on May 8, 2009 17:26:09 GMT -6
Aspen laughed in satisfaction. A new hunter or a fight, she could do with eithar. She flexed her shoulders and felt the sting from her side but she hardly payed attention to it. Snarling, she spun around and darted to the back the tom and grabbed his tail with her teeth, sinking her teeth in before clawing at his flanks.
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