//Wow rogue against rogue battle-
Skarr
Bored already, he leaped down the tree and walked casually to the border, out of sight of any patrols. He crossed it, to the unclaimed territory, and started trotting away, hoping for a stray rogue to pick a fight with.
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After some walking, he came across a male, rogue scent. Fresh. He snickered and followed it, quickly finding who it belonged to. The tom was hefty, but thin. He was crouched over an thin old mouse, seeming to be crow-food. Weak, but it would do. He growled aggressively, his whiskers out to the side, ears moving back across his head. The tom jumped, turned, and hissed himself, pupils diluted. Its whiskers flattened to his face, a sign of fear. He approached the skinny tom, growling, tail raised and tipped like a scorpion. The tom growled, its whiskers fluffed out to the side this time, no longer fearful. Circling, the toms stubby tail flicked, and its eyes eyes his paws.
'Going for my paws, then, are you?' he thought, growling louder. This was a fight for the crow-food in the skinny toms mind, yet in his own it was of whether he would be able to murder or not. The tom leaped, for his own paws. Jumping backwards, he launched an attack himself while the tom tried to find his unsteady feet. He leaped, twisted in the air, and kicked his hind legs when he landed. The tom fell to the floor and grunted, trying to stand again. He walked towards the tom, who glared at him, but hissed "Its you'res, take it." Then attempted to find his footing, before he could, Skarr pinned him to the floor "This wasnt a fight for crowfood." He growled, the toms eyes widened as he set his teeth into his neck and throat, blood coating the ground. He then snapped the tomes neck, it took a moment but the tom was much to weak to resist. The tom grunted one more word before he died. "This-" and then he was silent
Stepping back, he smiled at the blood. He sat down in it, thinking of the battle in his mind.