by Hopeflower » Sun Sep 23, 2007 2:10 am
The sunhigh light illuminated an ebony pelt and ivory-colored claws ready to tear into the throat of the cat who dared come near her future mate. Ruby red eyes gleamed with deadly intent as a dark gray she-cat came out from under the chair, followed closely by a black-furred tom. A bright red collar ruffled the fur around the black she-cat's neck. Her name was Bloodspill--and with good reason. Though her collar read 'Night', Bloodspill would always be a rogue at heart.
Hawksight nodded and picked up the pace a little bit, continuing to follow Skye's scent until she finally reached another opening, through which she could see Skye, Tyrant, and the black she-cat from earlier. The brown tabby's mouth fell open as she realized what was about to happen--and yet she was powerless to stop it. She held Snowclaw back with her tail laid across his shoulders. "There's nothing we can do," she murmured.
Bloodspill readied herself to pounce. But she had misjudged the distance and landed heavily a mouse-length from her target. "Fox dung," she snarled, lashing at Skye with claws as sharp as blackthorns.
Skye whipped around and pounced, aiming for Bloodspill's neck and chest. The dark gray she-cat's blue eyes were blazing with anger as she braced herself to fight.
The black she-cat reared up on her hindlegs, Skye doing the same, and both she-cats dug their claws into each other's shoulders, fangs bared in snarls of oure hatred.
"Gotta have a little sadness once in a while so you know when the good times come."
"Talent is a pursued interest. In other words, anything that you're willing to practice, you can do." ~ Bob Ross
"The future is always uncertain and painful but it must be lived." ~ Unknown