Re: Scratch's and Rip's territory(Enter and be attacked)[Unless you're invited]
 

@gs29513 - [Can Haze join? She knows Quince, and she'll trust Scratch if Quince does. She's an excellent fighter, but a terrible hunter because she has like no balance.]

Re: Scratch's and Rip's territory(Enter and be attacked)[Unless you're invited]
 

@gs29513 @Raboot

Haze stepped into the territory warily. She scented an aggressive tom, but felt like she needed to protect Quince. She padded silently through the yard and spotted Quince with the tom she had smelled a few moments ago. Her red fur bristled as she noticed how close they were, but relaxed since Quince seemed calm. Well, calm enough for a cat who was scared of literally everything.

Haze approached after a moment's debate. Even though Quince seemed alright, she didn't rust the strange tom quite yet. She entered, and at a sniff could tell there was a male kittypet somewhere, and a female rogue. She cleared her throat, "Ahem. Hello there." She kept her muscles tense in case the tom attacked. Haze was nearly as big as him, being half forest cat and half chausie. He looked battle-worn however.

Re: Scratch's and Rip's territory(Enter and be attacked)[Unless you're invited]
 

did u get perm?]

Re: Scratch's and Rip's territory(Enter and be attacked)[Unless you're invited]
 

[Yup! VMd me] @Raboot

Re: Scratch's and Rip's territory(Enter and be attacked)[Unless you're invited]
 

@gs29513 - [is this rp still alive lol?]

Re: Scratch's and Rip's territory(Enter and be attacked)[Unless you're invited]
 

(Hehe, yes, hadn't seen you edit your post so was waiting for Haze.)
Scratch's attention was drawn quickly away from Quince as he scented another cat. The tom's fur rose briefly before settling again. But only momentarily. He was going to have to speak to his daughter, that was certain. She was letting, bringing, to many cats in. But now wasn't the time for that. Stepping forward with a cordial purr, he mewed Welcome. I'm Scratch. And your name is? Hopefully he could either send her on her way quickly, or manipulate her as easily as he had Quince. @mareenakit @Raboot

Re: Scratch's and Rip's territory(Enter and be attacked)[Unless you're invited]
 

Haze blinked. Odd. Most toms were very territorial of their areas, especialy rogues. She used to be super territorial, but gave up after she accepted Sand into her barn. She padded a little closer. "Haze..." she replied, with a small dip of her head, letting him know she respected his space. Her tail would have been flicking warily if she still had one. She approached Quince, "Hey, what are you doing here?" she asked, a little surprised Quince would wander into a random rogue's territory.
@gs29513

Re: Scratch's and Rip's territory(Enter and be attacked)[Unless you're invited]
 

[ So sorry for the late reply. Recently had no motivation for Blazing ]

Re: Scratch's and Rip's territory(Enter and be attacked)[Unless you're invited]
 

(It's FINE! Take your time, just do it when you want, no pressure, this is Outsiders, it's chill!) @Lynxpaw
Gulping down hunks of meat as soon as Blazing left, Coal felt himself becoming a bit fuller than he was used to, his shrunken belly making the meal seem much larger than a pigeon ever had, even a bird as large as this one was. He ate it all anyway, not wanting to take the chance of it spoiling and him not eating all of it. When he got food, he figured he should eat it, and fairly rapidly too. He was still surprised with the speed that Blazing returned, water soaked moss dripping into his hole. Lapping at it quickly, he felt it caress his throat, clear it, cool the scratch that had been there for quite a while, since he was imprisoned. His voice clearer now that he had a drink and eaten, he purred rumbly, wanting to express his thanks. Thank you, so much! You can't imagine how much that means, just........Thank you. He couldn't say thank you enough really, not for what she had done for him.

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Scratch could see that new cat over by the log, but that wasn't going to matter now. Shouldering her aside, he quickly dug down, squirming himself into the space. It was filthy in here, and he didn't like it, but it had to happen. He knew he would lose some of his hold over Rip, but he was willing to accept that. He wouldn't need her once he had kits that would REALLY be his own. Get em weaned and then he could have them all to himself, control them and make them fiercer than Rip ever was. Seizing the now-pregnant she-cat's scruff, he dragged her into the prison.
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Coal had given a squeal of terror as Scratch had stormed over and dug in, fearing the worst. It seemed however that it was actually to bring him another captive, a silvery gray she-cat. He let out another squeal however as his scruff was grabbed and he was pulled out, sliding easily through the tunnel in his emaciated state. As he was dropped on the ground, the sunlight screaming in his eyes, he whimpered as he heard the claws unsheathed. Don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me. I'll do anything! as he began to back away in fear.
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Cackling as the weakling tried to escape, there was no hope for him in his awful state, fur matted with dirt and feces, barely able to move, Scratch stalked alongside the thing that could hardly be called a cat anymore as it clawed its way towards the river. Suddenly, in a motion swift like a viper, he smashed the cats head, watching the other tom's eyes water and then close. The breathing slowed and with a contemptuous hiss at the unconscious feline he wove stones into the matted fur, splashing a bit of water onto the thing to wake him up before shoving him, laughing, into the river and watching him sink.
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He had been almost there, he could have been carried away and saved by the water. But the blow stunned him, and when he came to with a splashing, he felt so much.....heavier. He felt the cold stones and realized what had been done the moment the kick came to his ribs, denying him even a deep breath before he was plunged into the current, the weight dragging him to the bottom in moments where he lay, his nose extruding bubbles against his will as he feebly struggled to reach the surface, the river tumbling him along against the rough bottom and opening many more cuts. At last his eyes closed, the lack of oxygen overwhelming him just as the river began to shallow.
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The weakling had been swept away, now all that remained was to patch up the hole and get the she-cat hard at work making kits. Scratch turned away, scruffling dirt into the hole before going off to hunt. Returning late with the leg of a mouse, the ration he had decided upon, he tossed it through a small hole in the log before retiring to his pair of the critters.
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Itzel awoke, her head throbbing, in the darkness of the night. All she could see was a bit of the full moon, twinkling through a hole at eye level, and a bit of meat. The place was filthy and cramped, and she could only just turn around. It had to have been that cat, and he would pay. Hungry, she gulped up the morsel before returning to sleep, the small lives in her belly already stirring to increase her misery.
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Coal had been sure he would have died. But some amount of fortune had been with him, and he had been rolled by the current onto a small beach, where he lay barely breathing as birds flocked around him, pecking at him as if he might be food. One even landed on his chest and nipped at his nose, awaking him with a start. He lay there, helpless for a long while before slowly getting to his feet, his vision swimming as he realized how close he had been to death. He was even weaker now, his sodden fur hopelessly tangled. As he made his way to the river for a welcome drink, he scented other cats, putting fear into his bones. All wild cats were bad as far as he was concerned. Moving at a slow pace, his wounds from the sharp rocks tingling, he found some shelter in a hollow log, as well as food, small insects crawling about. He would live here almost a moon, eating the occasional insect or bit of crow food until he had enough, but very little, strength to move on.