Ugh...

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Death stalking a large tomcat in from of her. He seemed unaware of the cannibal just waiting to take his life. Suddenly, the phantom pain from her missing eye shot through her, and Death froze, falling limply to the ground as pain shot through her head. She lay there for several moments, and slowly got to her paws. The tomcat had given her a pitying look, but had hurried on. Death continued to stalk him, and soon found herself within striking distance. She lunged fowords, slamming the cat to the ground, fangs aiming for the throat. The cat suddenly slashed at her, and claws raked across Deaths only eye. She let out a snarl of pain, and drove her fangs deeper into the cats neck. As the life slowly faded from the body, the tortiseshell sat back, wincing in pain from the gash across her eye. Death crouched, and began to eat quickly, the warm, salty tang of blood on her tongue.

Once finished, Death backed away, and began to clean her messy tortiseshell pelt up. She could barely see because of the gash to her eye, and began to follow her scent back to the camp. She hadn't gone far however, when she just couldn't resist going back and finishing the meal. Once she had eaten the remaining meat, she retreated a few steps and began to carefully groom her pelt again. By this time, the gash to her eye was only oozing blood, but she stayed where she was, waiting untill she could see.

[Iv]

Dark as the night itself, Eagle slipped into view. Commotion of a sort had perked his interest, and although he was not the most social cat, boredom edged him forward. A she-cat was in view, bloodied from a slash across her eye.

This wasn’t the most eye catching thing, however. What was, was the fact the tortoiseshell was snacking on another feline. The tom was not repulsed, but he wasn’t exactly fond of what he was seeing, either. Cannibalism? Disgusting. It spread sickness like wild fire. Not to mention god knew where this kitty snack had been, or it had done before falling prey to the female. Ew.

Sitting nonchalantly, he made no attempt at a greeting yet; simply curling his black-stripped tail around himself. Golden eyes almost shone with the stack contrast of his dark face. And with interest. He didn’t give a damn about any moral issues, here, but he did give a damn about soothing his own lack of amusement.

Curled around him, and then not, his tail gave a flick.
“Interesting choice of.. Appetisers.”

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The tortie looked up from wiping some blood off her eye. She still couldn't see that well, and all her senses were alert for signs of danger. She smelled Bloodclan. When the tom spoke, she couldn't resist a snicker. "He was trespassing. And he was completely deaf." She commented her voice betraying no emotion. "The kills keep getting easier... Hypocrisy and Nicolae won't be to happy about it." She commented, beginning to lick a paw and carefully getting dried blood off the eye so that it was only the cut that remained. Thank whatever-we-believe-in that it's a bloodclan cat that found me. Se though. She wasn't exactly up to fighting another loner with her barely able to see clearly. Deaths tail twitched in irritation at her wound.

[Iv]

Eagle was still silent, still watching, still.. Hawk-like. Actually, maybe eagle like would be the more appropriate word. He had a bad habit of watching others as if he was a bird of prey, and they rabbits.. Regardless of their relationship with him. The she-cat’s snicker earned no reaction; although he had sort of a grin about his face, it wasn’t quite meant..In relation to the snicker.

Infact, he was sort of displeased. Completely deaf, was it? How unfortunately easy to catch. A completely waste of effort, he figured. Nicholae and Hipocrasy weren’t the only ones displeased; although Eagle did not eat cats, he did kill them. Sometimes. When he was bored. He didn’t make a habit out of it- it was much funnier playing them like chess pieces. Provided he didn’t come in direct contact with any too often; he disliked conversing with the feeble minded.

Flexing one claw into the dirt, and unflexing, he thought- with a lack of else to say, he decided to go on with the conversation at hand. “Very..Distressing..Indeed.” If cat’s just go less and less intelligent forever, he was doomed to go mad. Weren’t they stupid enough already, with their foolish ethics, warrior codes, and low standards for those allowed to live and function in ‘normal’ society? Everyone was getting so soft.

He found himself snorting. Not at the she-cat. She was a fine BloodClanner. What he was snorting at was the thought of these so-called organized clans, led by leaders with so-called ideals. None of them really had ideals. Their fighting was weak, their bodies were soft, and their ‘preferences’ were even softer. It seemed they let just anyone do anything, in these ‘clans’. It was deploriable. If only he could take one or two, and reshape them into real clans..

He had started drifting away, but caught himself. Focus back on Death, he took her in- watching with that same eagle-eye, but not necessarily intenseness. She was a BloodClan, and, because a BloodClanner, probably a fine cat. Atleast.. A better cat then those filthy ‘warriors’ of the forest. How she could stomach eating the disease-ridden filth such as that loner, he couldn’t understand, but that was a minor fault. Hmm.. How was she, aside from that? Was she of height standard? He wanted to find out.

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Empty they say
Death, won't you let me stay?
Empty they say
Death, hear me call your name
Call your name
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Death sighed. "Very unsettling. You and the others aren't the only ones that like playing them." She said, tail twitching."And those so-call 'warriors' are so full of it. Though they are fun to mess with." Death continued, amused at the thought of Nicolae playing with that poor excuse for a windclan medicine cat. She also remembered the time she had messed with a smug little apprentice. It was clearly going to become a warrior soon, and the tiny gray she-cat was so full of it. That had been a fun day, indeed. Feeling her teeth and claws on the little scrap as it tried helplessly to fight back. She had only left it alive because her mentor had intervened. Of course, he was the one to scratch out her eye and she had many scars from that battle. But she had been more then happy to kill him, and had sadistically played with the both of them before getting bored.

Death turned her attention back to Eagle, who as usual was eying her like a hawk... err...eagle...? She began to quickly bury the remains of the cat she had killed eariler that was mostly fur and bones, and when she was done began to wash again. Oh, how she hated long fur! It was so annoying and hard to groom...

((OOC: Sorry for the late reply.))