- Feb 7, 2023
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((TW: VIOLENCE AND MAIMING AND. AND ATTEMPTED MURDER))
Rogues have become more active, and this fact gets under her skin. They thought Windclan was weak, that she was weak. Well. She needed to remedy this. The sun begins its descent, and she leaves camp to go on a hunt. A hunt for two kinds of prey. The edible kind, and the kind to leave on the border as a message to all other rogues who think they're funny. She creeps through the grass like a snake homing in on a mouse. All is quiet except the wind rustling the grass. It's peaceful, but it does little to calm the fire burning in her blood. She is on a mission. She catches scent of a mouse, and turns to follow it.
Perhaps she can even use it as a lure....Hm.
No....If more than one shows up, she'll be in trouble. She may as well just give it to them at that point... And she's not the caring kind.
So she pursues this mouse with the intent to bring it home to Wolfsong and his kits. They're possibly the only kits she cares about. She doesn't HATE the other kits, she has nothing against Brightshine's family, it's just..... She should feed those she considers her family first. And Wolfsong was the closest thing she had to a father. So.....
....Maybe she'll try and find something to feed Brightshine's kits too. The thought of having to choose who eats and who doesn't among kits makes her....Uncomfortable.
As she nears the mouse however, a new scent reaches her nose. A rogue was nearby. She smiles. It seems the mouse was a lure after all. So she slinks through the grass, claws extended and thirsting for blood, just as her fangs are. It doesn't take her long to find him. He's caught her mouse already, eating it like he isn't being watched. He's a big one..... But that doesn't scare her. A cat is a cat and they all have the same weak points. She just has to strike quickly......
She hears a twig snap, and it isn't her.
The tom looks up in alarm, only for a smaller cat to come into view. The tom relaxes and laughs it off.
"I thought you were one of those clan cats for a second!" He chuckles.
"Nah, I'm cooler than them. Besides, they ain't all that tough. Nice catch! Bet they'll be real upset about it when they find whats left." The smaller cat said.
Azaleafrost bore her teeth in silence. She has a new plan. She could take that little one hostage and make an example out of him. She prepares to pounce as they banter back and forth without a care. The little one is in just the right spot.... And she strikes. She lunges with the speed of a serpent, latching onto him with fang and claw and pinning him to the ground. He lets out a shrill, strangled squeal of shock as he hits the ground hard, and the larger tom yowls in surprise.
A wicked grin crosses her face. She digs her claws further into her victim to hold him down, letting go of his neck briefly to spill her venom.
"My my, what a haul! I came out in search of a nice rabbit or mouse, and found two filthy trespassers instead! You rogues have gotten very bold recently.... And I want to remind you of who you're dealing with." She hisses.
"Let go of him, you foxheart!" The tom snapped, lashing his tail and bristling. "Or I'll tear you apart like a piece of prey!"
"You're in no position to be threatening me~ I'll kill him, you know. I'll make it hurt. A lesson needs to be taught...And I'm an expert on the subject of what happens to rogues on Windclan territory." She snaps back sweetly.
"That's where you're wrong, sweetheart."
A new voice. Not only that, but she hears the voices of more, they're laughing. She's in trouble.
They appear all around her. She glances around at each of them... There's six of them, including the two she attacked. There's so many... Are there more? She refuses to show fear or surprise. She glares at all within eyesight.
"Let 'im go, and we'll leave you in one piece. I'd hate to ruin such a pretty face." The tom who spoke was big and black as night with searing yellow eyes.
She bore her teeth at him. The little one, white fur stained red with his own blood, writhed beneath her to no avail. Azaleafrost had him pretty well secured. She couldn't let him go, he was the only thing keeping her alive now. "No." She hissed. "Get off my territory and I'll let him live."
The yellow eyed tom narrowed his eyes. "Well, I tried to do this the easy way... Get 'er, boys." With the flick of his tail, he signaled to his group to attack. Even as Azalea bit down into the white toms throat, it wasn't enough. She was pulled from him before she could kill him. She was dogpiled under them, but she wasn't giving up. She lashed out with a loud screech, aiming for faces and throats. Claws raked her pelt and held her down as they tried to defeat her, leave her for the crows... But she would not let them. She kicked, clawed and bit at any flesh unfortunate enough to come within range. She nailed one cat in the eye, sending him tumbling back. Whether she took it out or damaged it she wasn't sure, but it was one less cat on her. She makes sure to utilize all her legs, kicking like she's seen rabbits do when pushed in a corner.
She hurts, but she has to fight. She must live. With another furious shriek, she latches onto an ear and rips, adding the toms voice to the chorus of painful howls. Blood covers his vision and he backs away. Azaleafrost spits the piece of shredded ear into another cats face. She takes advantage of their moment of hindered vision, gripping their head with her claws and slamming their face down into the dirt. With this one dazed, she manages to back away enough from her remaining attackers. She can feel every wound on her body. She needs to either run or finish this. She spits blood onto the ground as the remaining cats close in on her. She looks the yellow eyed tom in the eyes. He's the boss, it seems. If she can take him out....
She lunges for him. He catches her head on and the two screeching cats exchange flurries of blows before the larger tom slams her to the ground, knocking the wind out of her. He plants one massive paw on her head and the other pinning her by the shoulder, keeping her neck exposed.
"That's quite enough from you." He growled.
She can feel fatigue gripping her. She's growing more tired by the second. She needs to do something. Her vision is blurring as she feels teeth make contact with her throat. It jolts her to her senses, and she twists her body, aiming her hind legs towards his neck the best she can and before he can bite into her, she kicks her legs out, digging her hind claws into his neck and shoulders and ripping them out as hard has she can. He releases her with a yowl, backing away from her and she pushes herself up. He glares at her and growls. He sees his injured fellows, and spits at her. Those wounds need to be tended to, and if more windclan cats come, they'll all die.
"Lets get out of here, boys. She'll be dead by morning anyways." He hisses. The others back off, and begin to retreat. He remains to glare at her angrily.
She returns the glare. "Thats right...." She laughs weakly. "Run. Run, and know that next time you set foot on these moors.... You will not be so lucky."
"Shut your mouth." He snaps. He raises his paw and smacks her down. She hits the ground hard, but she lifts her head in defiance.
"My only regret... Is that I didn't kill any of you." She hisses.
She laughs as he snarls at her. Luck was on her side, she hears familiar voices approaching. The tom turns and leaves, and Azaleafrost is left to lay in the blood of her enemies, as well as her own.
"And I just got out of the medicine den....."
Rogues have become more active, and this fact gets under her skin. They thought Windclan was weak, that she was weak. Well. She needed to remedy this. The sun begins its descent, and she leaves camp to go on a hunt. A hunt for two kinds of prey. The edible kind, and the kind to leave on the border as a message to all other rogues who think they're funny. She creeps through the grass like a snake homing in on a mouse. All is quiet except the wind rustling the grass. It's peaceful, but it does little to calm the fire burning in her blood. She is on a mission. She catches scent of a mouse, and turns to follow it.
Perhaps she can even use it as a lure....Hm.
No....If more than one shows up, she'll be in trouble. She may as well just give it to them at that point... And she's not the caring kind.
So she pursues this mouse with the intent to bring it home to Wolfsong and his kits. They're possibly the only kits she cares about. She doesn't HATE the other kits, she has nothing against Brightshine's family, it's just..... She should feed those she considers her family first. And Wolfsong was the closest thing she had to a father. So.....
....Maybe she'll try and find something to feed Brightshine's kits too. The thought of having to choose who eats and who doesn't among kits makes her....Uncomfortable.
As she nears the mouse however, a new scent reaches her nose. A rogue was nearby. She smiles. It seems the mouse was a lure after all. So she slinks through the grass, claws extended and thirsting for blood, just as her fangs are. It doesn't take her long to find him. He's caught her mouse already, eating it like he isn't being watched. He's a big one..... But that doesn't scare her. A cat is a cat and they all have the same weak points. She just has to strike quickly......
She hears a twig snap, and it isn't her.
The tom looks up in alarm, only for a smaller cat to come into view. The tom relaxes and laughs it off.
"I thought you were one of those clan cats for a second!" He chuckles.
"Nah, I'm cooler than them. Besides, they ain't all that tough. Nice catch! Bet they'll be real upset about it when they find whats left." The smaller cat said.
Azaleafrost bore her teeth in silence. She has a new plan. She could take that little one hostage and make an example out of him. She prepares to pounce as they banter back and forth without a care. The little one is in just the right spot.... And she strikes. She lunges with the speed of a serpent, latching onto him with fang and claw and pinning him to the ground. He lets out a shrill, strangled squeal of shock as he hits the ground hard, and the larger tom yowls in surprise.
A wicked grin crosses her face. She digs her claws further into her victim to hold him down, letting go of his neck briefly to spill her venom.
"My my, what a haul! I came out in search of a nice rabbit or mouse, and found two filthy trespassers instead! You rogues have gotten very bold recently.... And I want to remind you of who you're dealing with." She hisses.
"Let go of him, you foxheart!" The tom snapped, lashing his tail and bristling. "Or I'll tear you apart like a piece of prey!"
"You're in no position to be threatening me~ I'll kill him, you know. I'll make it hurt. A lesson needs to be taught...And I'm an expert on the subject of what happens to rogues on Windclan territory." She snaps back sweetly.
"That's where you're wrong, sweetheart."
A new voice. Not only that, but she hears the voices of more, they're laughing. She's in trouble.
They appear all around her. She glances around at each of them... There's six of them, including the two she attacked. There's so many... Are there more? She refuses to show fear or surprise. She glares at all within eyesight.
"Let 'im go, and we'll leave you in one piece. I'd hate to ruin such a pretty face." The tom who spoke was big and black as night with searing yellow eyes.
She bore her teeth at him. The little one, white fur stained red with his own blood, writhed beneath her to no avail. Azaleafrost had him pretty well secured. She couldn't let him go, he was the only thing keeping her alive now. "No." She hissed. "Get off my territory and I'll let him live."
The yellow eyed tom narrowed his eyes. "Well, I tried to do this the easy way... Get 'er, boys." With the flick of his tail, he signaled to his group to attack. Even as Azalea bit down into the white toms throat, it wasn't enough. She was pulled from him before she could kill him. She was dogpiled under them, but she wasn't giving up. She lashed out with a loud screech, aiming for faces and throats. Claws raked her pelt and held her down as they tried to defeat her, leave her for the crows... But she would not let them. She kicked, clawed and bit at any flesh unfortunate enough to come within range. She nailed one cat in the eye, sending him tumbling back. Whether she took it out or damaged it she wasn't sure, but it was one less cat on her. She makes sure to utilize all her legs, kicking like she's seen rabbits do when pushed in a corner.
She hurts, but she has to fight. She must live. With another furious shriek, she latches onto an ear and rips, adding the toms voice to the chorus of painful howls. Blood covers his vision and he backs away. Azaleafrost spits the piece of shredded ear into another cats face. She takes advantage of their moment of hindered vision, gripping their head with her claws and slamming their face down into the dirt. With this one dazed, she manages to back away enough from her remaining attackers. She can feel every wound on her body. She needs to either run or finish this. She spits blood onto the ground as the remaining cats close in on her. She looks the yellow eyed tom in the eyes. He's the boss, it seems. If she can take him out....
She lunges for him. He catches her head on and the two screeching cats exchange flurries of blows before the larger tom slams her to the ground, knocking the wind out of her. He plants one massive paw on her head and the other pinning her by the shoulder, keeping her neck exposed.
"That's quite enough from you." He growled.
She can feel fatigue gripping her. She's growing more tired by the second. She needs to do something. Her vision is blurring as she feels teeth make contact with her throat. It jolts her to her senses, and she twists her body, aiming her hind legs towards his neck the best she can and before he can bite into her, she kicks her legs out, digging her hind claws into his neck and shoulders and ripping them out as hard has she can. He releases her with a yowl, backing away from her and she pushes herself up. He glares at her and growls. He sees his injured fellows, and spits at her. Those wounds need to be tended to, and if more windclan cats come, they'll all die.
"Lets get out of here, boys. She'll be dead by morning anyways." He hisses. The others back off, and begin to retreat. He remains to glare at her angrily.
She returns the glare. "Thats right...." She laughs weakly. "Run. Run, and know that next time you set foot on these moors.... You will not be so lucky."
"Shut your mouth." He snaps. He raises his paw and smacks her down. She hits the ground hard, but she lifts her head in defiance.
"My only regret... Is that I didn't kill any of you." She hisses.
She laughs as he snarls at her. Luck was on her side, she hears familiar voices approaching. The tom turns and leaves, and Azaleafrost is left to lay in the blood of her enemies, as well as her own.
"And I just got out of the medicine den....."
