[Open - can injury but not kill]
Seven exotic cats stroll through the camp, at their head, a small charcoal pelted bangle she-cat with pale eyes. The manipulative feline kept to the back, watching the blood and carnage with open glee. Lust didn't bother hiding her unhinged grin as she gave a nod, allowing the rest of her family to have their fun without any restriction. Lust was merely here after hearing the yowling and smelling blood, a lot of death should be involved here which would be so much fun.
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Originally Posted by Bliss Girl
[Open;Don't kill any of them. Want someone to go after both Demontail and Citrusflower and injure Demontail only]
Demontail a rogue had been in the camp when he heard the attack. His first instincts was to get his sister and her newborn kit Tinykit. The tom came up to the side of his sister Frostedflame who held onto her kit for dear life. He got them out of camp safely and made them run as far as they could before he ran back to camp to help out the other cats. Demontail felt a cat run into him, a familiar scent. He saw Citrusflower fighting for her life. She almost gave him a blow when she realized it was him. "I'm here to help.", he whispered. |
[ can injury Pride and can kill Sloth]
Near identical cats stepped away from the other five as soon as Lust gave them the order to let loose. One cat, the she-cat, looked like a masterpiece, lovely if not for the arrogant sneer on her maw. The tom, a slightly lighter pelt compared to his sister, looked extremely unkempt and mildly underfed. Whereas she moved with confidence as she veered around brawling cats, looking for someone worth her precious time, the other moved sluggishly and might have walked in the mild of brawling cats had he not been following his sister. Pride stopped when she noticed Demontail, he looked like someone worth her time. Pride knew he'd feel honored that she, Pride, would be the one to end his miserable life.
"Take the she-cat, she looks easy." Pride ordered Sloth as she bunched up her muscles and leaped at Demontail without warning.
Sloth was much slower than his sister as he stalked up to Citrusflower. He didn't have the energy to just jump on her as Pride had done, instead, he waited for her to make a move, his emerald eyes, though dull shone with an unusually high amount of intelligence.
[Open - Can injury Greed who is larger than the average cat so will probably need a partner fight to win against him.]
The tall rogue slipped away from the others as soon as his mother gave the order. The greedy tom had no interest in any of these plain furballs as his unsteady eyes roamed pelts and eyes. He wanted something as exotic as him to add to his collection. Greed wanted everything in life, everything he desired, but he was meticulous and picky only the best things that represented his desired. His fell on one cat that stood out to him, an almost friendly smile on his maw as he placed his himself in this cat's path.
"You have the most lovely eyes, may I have one?" He asked, tail swaying back and forth.
[Open for one more cat - @
Moonraven - can injury Wrath, should probably partner up to fight her.]
Finally some fun! The ragdoll with the crazy blue eyes had all but sprinted into the camp as soon as Lust let them off their leashes. There was really no style or planning with Wrath, she hit hard and she hit fast and that was all that matter. She sort of just jumped the first cat she set eyes on, a pretty Russian blue she-cat, Wrath didn't get to kill clan cats all that often. She wondered how red she could turn Snowfrost before she died? The ragdoll aimed to bowl over the smaller cat over, hooking her fangs into the muscle and bone near the chest. Wrath bit down on anything she could get a hold of, clearly wanting to see if she could break a bone or two.
[Open for one more cat - @
Moonraven - can injury Gluttony, should probably partner up to fight him he's rather big]
The towering tom found Wrath as amusing as ever. She was quick and as hot-blooded as ever. The largest of his family moved after her as she bolted ahead. Why she couldn't wait was understandable, she's been a bomb since yesterday. The long-legged Sin kept a few lengths behind her as the Ragdoll took off without warning. As she went for a she-cat, he took on the second cat. Yet unlike Wrath who seemed to be in a playful mood, Gluttony merely wrapped his enormous mouth around unsuspecting clan cat's neck and snapped it with one powerful bite.
He let the body drop to the ground limp and unmoving, as much as he'd like devour his prey he should probably go help Wrath. She had a habit of biting off more then she could chew. Gluttony peered around finding Wrath playing with some of the more alive clan cats, his interest quickly settled on a small apprentice, she looked tasty. He could probably eat her in one go.
[Open - can kill Envy, but he fights dirty]
A young tom who's pelt looked as if it had been dipped in milk chocolate, made his way further to the side of the camp, avoiding fightings. The Havana brown didn't like getting into straight-up fights like the other could, nope that was to much trouble. He liked sneak attacks, jumping when a back was turned or exploiting weakness, he was a tom with no honor and no limit when it came to winning. His eyes focused on a particular battle between a small cat and some other rogue from the smell of it. As they brawled, the scent of milk and the mewls of kits caught his attention, so that what was in that den. A demented grin overtook his face as he carefully skirted around the two fighting cats, stealing kits and killing Queens sounded like a fun and easy activity to him.