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Originally Posted by Duskflight
Wrath's gaze was even as he looked at his sister in her eye, oh he knew that she was angry, but he didn't really care. He was able to soothe his anger and that's all that mattered to him. It helped to take the edge off, it helped to dissipate that red mist of wrath that fogged his vision and plagued his emotions. "Good." meowed the ragged tom simply enough as she took a step back, glad to see that his sibling had made the correct choice, he didn't really want to have to end her life, but he would do so without hesitation if it came down to it and that's just how Wrath was.
Snorting at Mercy's words, the older brother simply flicked his tail in dismissal, her words meant nothing to him because he could easily take her down any moment he wished. Continuing to groom himself, he would watch her leave, thinking a few things over now that his mind was clear of anger. I suppose I'll follow after, it should be interesting to see what she's up to. He thought for a moment as he was nearing the end of his grooming session. Once done he would sigh out, stretch, sink his claws into the ground before beginning to follow the scent trail his younger, one-eyed sister left, curious to see if she had happened to kill anyone yet. |
The tortie gave a feline smirk, her eye twitching back. She pressed her ear to the ground, listening for any sounds of heavy paws. Finding none, she moved on. Her ears swiveled and she licked her maw, a dark look falling over her. Mercy looked around, sprinting into a tree and to where she smelled an unfamiliar scent. A loner. She dropped down, her ears flattening as she slaughtered the cat. The tortie quickly dragged its body with her, listening for the heavy paws again. Then, she heard one. Then another.
Bingo.
Her maw twitched into an evil smile. The plan was working out nicely! She dragged the body, making sure not to leave a blood trail that was too obvious, to where the sounds came from. Mercy found the entrance to a den, badger scent coming from inside. She quickly scurried into the den, making sure to stay quiet so her plan didn't backfire, and placed the body in a corner. A badger caught her scent, but it was feeding its cubs so it couldn't come. Yet. Mercy spread her scent and the dead cats scent around, masking the badger scent before sneaking out to hide. She hid where her scent would be masked and her pelt would blend in so she could easily ambush Wrath. If her plan worked, that is.