Come::to::Kill

[//Cindy// l u n a]

Shadow looked at the seemingly endless stalks of grass, each plant much too tall. How in the world would he ever find her in a place so big?

[yellow]Lilystorm padded calmly through the meadow, about four fox-lengths from her enimy but not yet aware of it. He couldn't see or smell her, not used to the long blades of grass, but she suddenly scented something off. She marked it as her imagination, because it smelled like that cruel cat who haunted her dreams.[/yellow]

[rex.]

deside the loner, crouched the rexen tom, who noticed a nearby presence-a she-cat. looking at Shadow, he lifed his brows as though asking so what would you like to do?

[//Cindy// l u n a]

Shadow tilted his head, still not having scented her. He drew a breath, and the questioning look was immediately replaced by pure hatred as he whipped his head around. His black eyes seemed to almost light on fire, the look was so intense. He stalked silently forward, glad for a few seconds that this was not a forest with fallen leaves. He hissed under his breath to Touslepelt, "It's her..." and continued to creep toward her.

Lilystorm suddenly realized that her nose was telling her that the cat she was sure was in her mind only was drawing closer. Her ears began to agree as Shadow stepped on a dry stalk of grass, and then, as black eyes appeared through the blades of greyish grass, she realized that this was not a dream. This was real.

[//Cindy// l u n a]

[yellow]Lilystorm just barely maneged to hold back her growing panic. She hissed threateningly, but her posture wasn't at all dominant. One can't make a follower cat into a alfa, in mannor or looks. This wasn't differant in Lilystorm's case. This at had told her that he would come for her. He had tortured her through her dreams, and she had no desire to fight him. He was bigger and stronger than she by far. She just hoped that he would kill her quickly.[/yellow]

Shadow slunk forward, beginning to circle her, taunting her, as he would captured prey. He could see her effort at bravory, and knew how desperate she was becoming. He knew that his threats had eaten her from the inside, and he would have no trouble killing her. In fact, he highly doubted that she would even mark his pelt. But, as the rage surged into his mind, he knew that he would not kill her quickly. No, he would savor it, enjoy every injury he inflicted, every jolt of pain he sent up her spine.

[yellow]Lilystorm's tail fluffed out and her fur stood on end. Even with her terror-caused added size, she wasn't as big as the massive black form circling her. She met his eyes and, before looking away, noticed cruel amuzement flickering in the black orbs. She cleared her mind. She wouldn't die like the kittypet the two-legs had wanted her to be. No, she would die like her ancestors, like her mother. If fact, she would probably die exactly like her mother. She would die by the hands of this dark rogue, but she wouldn't let herself die a coward. She waited for him to attack, readying her muscles.[/yellow]

Shadow padded almost casually toward her, ignoring the confidance growing in her posture. He lept, planning to use pure size to defeat her. He felt the air on his fur as he lithely pounced, and his travel through off of the grounded seemed to take too long. He was anticipating sinking his fangs into her tortusshell fur, making her feel the hurt that he had suffered when her idiot mother had killed both his parents. He had lived with them like a tiny Clan, killing and hunting together. And this was the avenging of the only relitives he had. When he finally landed, she jumped to meet him. But his weight overwhelmed her, and they fell back, clawing and biting in a mass of fur.

[yellow]Lilystorm could feel that he was stronger and heavier, but didn't slack on her counterattack. She bit at his neck, but he dodged every time. She felt claws sinking into her pelt, and gasped in pain as a sickening crack told her that she had broken a leg. He sunk his fangs into her shoulder, and she could feel her strength draining with the scarlet blood that seeped out around her. He rolled her on her back and drew his claws down her belly, then lept away, and began circling again.[/yellow]

Shadow padded around her, his only wound barely skin deep on his muzzle. It formed an 'x' with the already existing scar formed by this cat's mother. He knew that Lilystorm wouldn't be able to get up. Actually, she would probably never get up again. He slowly advanced, thinking of a way that he could farther hurt her writhing shape. He couldn't think of any good ones, so he advanced and sunk his fangs into her neck. The damage done was not enough to kill her, but he was satisfied to sit back and watch as she gasped for air, choking up blood and trying to get up again. Pathetic, he thoughed, as a huge weight lifted.

[yellow]Lilystorm felt an unearthly presance and smelled her mother's scent. Her mother was not the aged, scarred cat Lilystorm had known her as. Instead, she was young and strong. She touched Lilystorm's nose, and Lilystorm fell backwards into blackness.[/yellow]

[rex.]

ooc: i pictured a cat touching her nose, and for some reason, my mind took me to the scene in princess mononoke when the forest spirit kills the two animal gods D: sorry i you havnt seen it. its a beautiful scene bravo


ic: touslepelt's stalking, cautious posture, has relaxed into an almost lathargic way, with his hind legs stretched out, and his fore paws crossing eachother daintily. He watched the whole scene evolve and smiled, thinking to himself i guess i am confinced....even though she didnt put up much of a fight... but The rex was also very astute, and could easily see the fire that appeared in Shadow's eyes before he left his side. His main worry was if that same fire could come back when they went to go into shadowClan and RiverClan

[//Cindy// l u n a]

The anger disappeared from Shadow's black orbs and he turned to face Touslepelt. On his face would be a second scar, when it stopped bleeding, and then he would be marked forever as truely fearsome. For now, while one scar was white with age, the other was red and scarlet blood came from it. On his claws were tufts of calico fur, and on his face a cruel smile. "That was satisfying," he purred through a dark sneer.

[rex.]

it looked that way responded touslepelt, who understood the feeling. 'i hope i can see you like that in a few days when i lead the attack on shadowclan..' the rex smiled, and got up to leave.
ooc:blarg

[//Cindy// l u n a]

Shadow nodded carelessly. "I am grateful to you for helping me find this cat. I will return the favor by fighting for you." He was close to toneless now, but honesty flickered in his dark eyes. He turned and raced away.

[jagger25]

windclaw walked up to large patch of grass he and whitestripe were on a hunting patrol . wind claw opened his mouth to taste the air when two scents overwhelmed him ........blood and rougeclan. he ran in to the patch of grass and found the body of a cat lying in a pool of blood. he walked up and got a good look at the cat and noticed that he new her it was lilystorm one of his friends. he let out a yowl of grief for his dead friend.

[.Whitey.]

Whitestripe rounded the corner a vole in his small mouth. What is it Wind- he dropped the vole. What happened? I can smell rogues. he hissed.

OOC: You shouldn't really restart old threads like this but one won't hurt