Username: Chimingcloud
Cat Name: Brutus -> Shadowmist
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Chamomile courtAge: 45 moons
Prompt: The life of a loner is a full of difficulties and unpredictable events, a life without stability and relying on body but yourself. It's hard going through life alone with anybody to protect you and make you feel a warmth within. Forcing you to do so yourself, Only a certain type of cat can adapt to loner lifestyle and prepare for the challenges ahead of them. Brutus is no different and was one of the select few to embrace this rough lifestyle.
Living on the streets of a crowded city is a gamble, you either become a scrawny scared number in the crowd of feral cats or you create a reputation for yourself. It's what you have to do to survive and feed yourself. Brutus was no different being thrown into the city food chain as a young kit. Learned to survive and make a life for himself within the alley's, he has a rather strong kit and was easily able to defeat others in cat fights and quarrels. After discovering his nature born gift for fighting, he began organizing fights within the streets to gain recognition and food. Having his own cult of cats following his every move as he tore down opponent after opponent, he never had to hunt or make a googly eyes with a twoleg again. Food was often just handed to him if any cat crossed his presence. He became a present day scourge, known for his great winning streak but more approachable demeanor.
He wasn't exactly blood thirsty or evil though. He enjoyed fighting because it passed the time and made things seem just a tad more entertaining. Brutus had no will to kill or become powerful, he desired entertainment and this satisfied that thirst. Defeating each challenger in a fair battle with good sportsmanship, others looked at him as a powerful Scourge reincarnate but he knew how he really felt. His opinion mattered the most. Until a unexpected challenger stumbled within his quarters ready to challenge him.
A Coyote. A mangy mutt with it's ribs sticking from it's sides and a permanent snarl stuck on his muzzle. Crazed eyes and ears cocked in a diagonal position. Great powerful paws and a weak looking tail. Not the average opponent. Accompanied by a few feral cats treating the dog as a safety belt. Brutus cowarded as the large pooch approached, begging for a challenge.
" Heard you're hot stuff, buddy!" Snapped the coyote, before towering above the sleek black cat. "Came all the way from the neighborhood to see what your about."
At this moment, Brutus realized his game of entertainment has gone too far. He had no idea there was talk about him, let alone to the far off twoleg homes when he lived in the heart of the city. This was not a battle he had signed up for but it was his responsibility to accept it so he wouldn't have a coyote going after his fellow alley cat friends. So of course the stubborn cat accepted the offer.
Both animals braced themselves as dozens of eyes watched over them, the two began to circle corresponding to one another's movements. Brutus puffed up his fur to look larger in a last hope to be able to scare off his enemy, of course that wouldn't happen. The two drew nearer till a sudden flash of movement erupted within the circle.
The large canine bolted towards Brutus, pinning him down in a single swift push. Large sharp yellowed teeth glaring down at the cat with a layer of slobber starting to dangle down towards the petrified victim. Finally he had met his match. Large dark pupils reflected the terrifying face of the coyote back at himself. A uproar of meows and scared chirps of the audience started. The smell of fear stank and filled up the alley quick.
As much as the loner wanted to surrender right there, he decided to lift this paw to strike against the muzzle of his offender. A sharp yelp struck from the Coyote, yet the drawn blood didn't seem to have any effect but anger the bigger predator. It was ready to kill, jaws snapping towards him till two blurs of fur entered Brutus' peripheral vision. Two loyal feral friends had attached themselves to the dog, distracting him from Brutus. Raking their claws along it's back as it flailed and wagged itself in hopes to buck them off himself.
Brutus eye's were filled with disbelief, he never thought anybody would jump to his defense. It was his time to repay the two cats who lept to his aid. Racing towards the furious dog and slashing again and again at it's face with his sharpened claws, laying hits in between every snap of it's jaws. This was a unfair fight but it was what was necessary to defend himself and his friends.
The three cats continued mercilessly clawing at the pathetic coyote till it was finally able to shake them off and run out of the alley in a hurry with it's tail between it's legs. Leaving the felines dazed and confused on the cement. The black cat was able to shake it off as he stood with unstable legs, cats crowding him filling the air with cheers. The cats whom accompanied him were full of grateful remorse and heavy relief in their voices that the predator was chased out of their home.
This fun had gotten out of hand and even jeopardized his friends, maybe it was time to say goodbye to competitive fighting for now.
