- Aug 11, 2023
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Its a cool day. The fresh, crisp morning air is a blessing upon Foxfire's face. The sound of the trees swaying in the gentle breeze, the birds singing, a beautiful day has graced the world once more. She blends in with the colors of leaf-fall, with the fallen pine needles at her feet. Her ragged and torn bandana marks her as a kittypet, but Foxfire views herself as a predator prowling the forest and twolegplace in search of prey.
Today, she is on a hunt.
Rogues have set foot on Skyclan land and she can't help the burning flame of anger and hatred that wells in her very soul. She's seen them in the twolegplace as well, more than usual. These rogues surprise her. They don't avoid her like they should. These ones are new around town it looks like. Her reputation is unknown to them. It's time they learned. Skyclan has given her respite from her raging torrent of hatred and grief, and she will repay them by keeping their territory safe. Their kits safe. She will not let the past repeat itself. The past that haunts her every waking moment, her every step. She cannot let go.
She is lucky enough to come across a mouse, which is an easy catch. One swift pounce and killing bite and its hers. But another scent catches her nose. The familiar scent of the twolegplace, one of twoleg trash and thunderpath stench. It is uncommon for her to see one approach her so casually...So unaware.
Have the rabble not been talking of her lately? Have they possibly forgotten? Well, that just wont do.
"What's a kittypet doing with such a nice mouse?" The rogue asks, a condescending look on his face. It lights Foxfire's blood on fire. "That isn't for you, sweety, hand it over and go home to your kibble."
Blood.
That is the first word that crosses her mind. Blood. She wants his blood. Already her claws knead the ground beneath her, thirsting for it.
"Nyohoho~ What's this? A rogue, approaching me with such little regard for his own life....Have you not heard the rumors? Do they not speak of me anymore?" She says, standing over her mouse. "Or could you be new here? Not that it matters. When prey so brazenly reveals itself to a predator, the predator takes its life."
The cream colored tom blinks at her and then laughs. And he laughs. Foxfire can suddenly only see red. "Nice try, kittypet! That was really funny- Do you think that bluff is going to work? You're as stupid as the kibble you eat."
No longer willing to hold herself back, she lunges for the tom and bites into his face, gripping his shoulders and yanking him off balance and to the ground. She pins him, digging her claws into him but keeping enough self control to restrain from mauling him. Skyclan wouldn't appreciate that, she thinks.
The rogue yowls in surprise and thrashes against her, but she's stronger than him. She forces herself to let go of his face , glaring him in the eyes with wrath and hatred more intense than the sun blazing above them on its ascent into the sky.
"Do you think I'm bluffing now?? No...I can see the terror in your eyes. Good." She hisses, never breaking eye contact.
"C-come on now, we can talk-"
"Talk? No no no, my little mouse.....We cannot talk. You scum roam the world thinking you own it....You take...And you take...Whether it be food or lives...It matters not to you, does it? All in the name of 'Survival', when in truth, you are just brainless brutes trying to find purpose to your savage nature." She hisses again, ending with a laugh. "You are not the first to regard me as a soft kittypet.....Nor are you the last..... Do you know what happened to the first to do so?"
"N-no, please get off me, I'll go...."
She laughs in his face. "My kits begged the same, you know. But did they receive that mercy? No, they were killed. All for taking a small piece of food from a pile of twoleg trash that scum like you claimed to be theirs."
"I'm sorry- I really am- But I didn't do any of that to you!" The rogue cried out, still struggling beneath her.
"Oh, that doesn't matter, worm. You are the same as they..... And so you will suffer, as they did. When you run cowering back to the twolegplace, make sure you tell your fellow fleabitten, dungbrained savages that Fox is back on the prowl. They should know the name. Be grateful for this mercy.... You're the only one I've ever let live." She snarls.
She releases him only after she has torn her claws down his pelt to free them. The rogue bolts immediately, and she feels a bit of pride and a little disappointed. What a coward, he didn't even put up a good fight. But this is why she keeps her bandana on. It signifies her as a kittypet, which many believe to be soft and weak. She lives for the reaction, the fear in her enemies eyes when they realize their fatal mistake.
Her thirst for vengeance knows no bounds. Her everburning hatred will never die, and she will never be sated. She walks a self destructive warpath every waking moment, and now it only worsens with the arrival of these rogues. They threaten her new home, a home with vulnerable cats that need protecting. She can't watch the past repeat itself.
Today, she is on a hunt.
Rogues have set foot on Skyclan land and she can't help the burning flame of anger and hatred that wells in her very soul. She's seen them in the twolegplace as well, more than usual. These rogues surprise her. They don't avoid her like they should. These ones are new around town it looks like. Her reputation is unknown to them. It's time they learned. Skyclan has given her respite from her raging torrent of hatred and grief, and she will repay them by keeping their territory safe. Their kits safe. She will not let the past repeat itself. The past that haunts her every waking moment, her every step. She cannot let go.
She is lucky enough to come across a mouse, which is an easy catch. One swift pounce and killing bite and its hers. But another scent catches her nose. The familiar scent of the twolegplace, one of twoleg trash and thunderpath stench. It is uncommon for her to see one approach her so casually...So unaware.
Have the rabble not been talking of her lately? Have they possibly forgotten? Well, that just wont do.
"What's a kittypet doing with such a nice mouse?" The rogue asks, a condescending look on his face. It lights Foxfire's blood on fire. "That isn't for you, sweety, hand it over and go home to your kibble."
Blood.
That is the first word that crosses her mind. Blood. She wants his blood. Already her claws knead the ground beneath her, thirsting for it.
"Nyohoho~ What's this? A rogue, approaching me with such little regard for his own life....Have you not heard the rumors? Do they not speak of me anymore?" She says, standing over her mouse. "Or could you be new here? Not that it matters. When prey so brazenly reveals itself to a predator, the predator takes its life."
The cream colored tom blinks at her and then laughs. And he laughs. Foxfire can suddenly only see red. "Nice try, kittypet! That was really funny- Do you think that bluff is going to work? You're as stupid as the kibble you eat."
No longer willing to hold herself back, she lunges for the tom and bites into his face, gripping his shoulders and yanking him off balance and to the ground. She pins him, digging her claws into him but keeping enough self control to restrain from mauling him. Skyclan wouldn't appreciate that, she thinks.
The rogue yowls in surprise and thrashes against her, but she's stronger than him. She forces herself to let go of his face , glaring him in the eyes with wrath and hatred more intense than the sun blazing above them on its ascent into the sky.
"Do you think I'm bluffing now?? No...I can see the terror in your eyes. Good." She hisses, never breaking eye contact.
"C-come on now, we can talk-"
"Talk? No no no, my little mouse.....We cannot talk. You scum roam the world thinking you own it....You take...And you take...Whether it be food or lives...It matters not to you, does it? All in the name of 'Survival', when in truth, you are just brainless brutes trying to find purpose to your savage nature." She hisses again, ending with a laugh. "You are not the first to regard me as a soft kittypet.....Nor are you the last..... Do you know what happened to the first to do so?"
"N-no, please get off me, I'll go...."
She laughs in his face. "My kits begged the same, you know. But did they receive that mercy? No, they were killed. All for taking a small piece of food from a pile of twoleg trash that scum like you claimed to be theirs."
"I'm sorry- I really am- But I didn't do any of that to you!" The rogue cried out, still struggling beneath her.
"Oh, that doesn't matter, worm. You are the same as they..... And so you will suffer, as they did. When you run cowering back to the twolegplace, make sure you tell your fellow fleabitten, dungbrained savages that Fox is back on the prowl. They should know the name. Be grateful for this mercy.... You're the only one I've ever let live." She snarls.
She releases him only after she has torn her claws down his pelt to free them. The rogue bolts immediately, and she feels a bit of pride and a little disappointed. What a coward, he didn't even put up a good fight. But this is why she keeps her bandana on. It signifies her as a kittypet, which many believe to be soft and weak. She lives for the reaction, the fear in her enemies eyes when they realize their fatal mistake.
Her thirst for vengeance knows no bounds. Her everburning hatred will never die, and she will never be sated. She walks a self destructive warpath every waking moment, and now it only worsens with the arrival of these rogues. They threaten her new home, a home with vulnerable cats that need protecting. She can't watch the past repeat itself.