Before the hunter could even make a word out, Mihr had stalked through the tall grass. He watched his tail tip vanish, mouth slightly agape. Dandelion let out a silent sigh and crouched, moving through the undergrowth with the other tom. What else could he do, just leave him there to fend for himself? Despite not being trained in battle, he was a formidable fighter and would never leave any cat alone to face an enemy. The cat's scent grew stronger as he grew nearer, paws careful and body flattened. It sort of felt like hunting prey- but the target fights back.
He held still, now positioned on the right side of his opponent. A part of his wished they could just scoot on out and get away without a scratch, while the other urged him to defend his territory and show the Lighting Strike the Colony cats were a force to be reckoned with.
That side won.
With a furious hiss and ears flattened, Dandelion sprung from cover, slamming his shoulder and upper body into the she-cat's flank. Artemise! He recognized the younger cat's scent almost right away; she had always been a fantastic hunter. But his lips were peeling back in a snarl now, tail lashing as he regained balance. He would fight as hard as he could- traitors, no matter their origin, must be dealt with.
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A pair of amber flecked eyes gazed into nothing, thinking, but her ears swiveled at the sound of cats voices outside, particularly Lark's. Rave strained to hear as she lay in her comfy nest. ...Something about capturing a colony fighter. Interested, the she-cat with fur as black as night rose, shaking the straw from her pelt and arching her back in a stretch. She slipped out of the den area, nodding cooly to Lark. Rave nodded cooly to Lark as she took a seat infront of her, wrapping her tail around her paws. She wasn't a half bad leader, despite her many faults, and the fighter obeyed her commands just to get by. That being said, she has no genuine respect for anyone, yet they offered it to her. Stupid furballs, she mused.
"I will go with Charcoal, Lark" Rave meowed, not exactly an offer but more of a statement. Her flexing claws penetrated the earth as she would her enemy and the salty taste of blood that wasn't there filled her mouth. She knew it too well.
He held still, now positioned on the right side of his opponent. A part of his wished they could just scoot on out and get away without a scratch, while the other urged him to defend his territory and show the Lighting Strike the Colony cats were a force to be reckoned with.
That side won.
With a furious hiss and ears flattened, Dandelion sprung from cover, slamming his shoulder and upper body into the she-cat's flank. Artemise! He recognized the younger cat's scent almost right away; she had always been a fantastic hunter. But his lips were peeling back in a snarl now, tail lashing as he regained balance. He would fight as hard as he could- traitors, no matter their origin, must be dealt with.
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A pair of amber flecked eyes gazed into nothing, thinking, but her ears swiveled at the sound of cats voices outside, particularly Lark's. Rave strained to hear as she lay in her comfy nest. ...Something about capturing a colony fighter. Interested, the she-cat with fur as black as night rose, shaking the straw from her pelt and arching her back in a stretch. She slipped out of the den area, nodding cooly to Lark. Rave nodded cooly to Lark as she took a seat infront of her, wrapping her tail around her paws. She wasn't a half bad leader, despite her many faults, and the fighter obeyed her commands just to get by. That being said, she has no genuine respect for anyone, yet they offered it to her. Stupid furballs, she mused.
"I will go with Charcoal, Lark" Rave meowed, not exactly an offer but more of a statement. Her flexing claws penetrated the earth as she would her enemy and the salty taste of blood that wasn't there filled her mouth. She knew it too well.
