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Post by Ten on Nov 5, 2009 18:32:09 GMT -5
Grimykit remained on his side for the instant in which she jumped away, for the moment he contemplated chasing her was the moment she attacked him again. He pulled in his limbs, then outstretched them at the same moment she descended. His intent was to scratch her further and jolt her with the sudden impact, perhaps even repel her.
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Thistle
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Post by Thistle on Nov 6, 2009 9:06:17 GMT -5
Again, she was shoved away and her belly wounds were still bleeding. She sat up, panting. As soon as she got her breath back, she decided that maybe she could make a run for it. Grabbing her lizard by the tail, she tried hurrying away, stumbling slightly in her desperation.
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Post by Ten on Nov 6, 2009 21:37:01 GMT -5
"Nuh-uh. You ain't gettin' away from me," he growled, panting as well. He sprinted after her with a similar sort of desperation but an opposite goal. When close enough, Grimykit dug his claws into the ground and tried to tackle her. He was tired, but she was loosing more blood than he was, and he hoped to see every last drop drain from her worthless body.
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Post by Thistle on Nov 7, 2009 7:09:56 GMT -5
The lizard fell from her jaws and Branchkit spun around, snarling, blocking the path toward her prey with her body. She flipped onto her back and battered with her paws at Grimykit's face. "You... are... dead," she hissed, trying to rake her claws into the filthy tom's pelt.
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Post by Ten on Nov 7, 2009 9:31:42 GMT -5
A yowl tore from his throat as her claws battered his stomach, but he fought back, pummeling with his back legs. He clasped her head between his forepaws. The pain made it difficult to think or feel anything else as he opened his mouth and tried to bury his fangs in her neck.
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Post by Thistle on Nov 8, 2009 1:04:45 GMT -5
She could feel her attempts at fighting back weakening and the pressure of her opponent's paw on her head. Branchkit grew dizzy with pain. She didn't care whether Grimykit got the lizard or not now, her life was at stake. Writhing, she let out a shrill scream of terror. Then the tabby stopped struggling and she lay there, unmoving, her open eyes still glazed with panic as her heart stopped and everything went black.
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Post by Ten on Nov 8, 2009 11:40:59 GMT -5
At her scream, Grimykit felt a thrill of conquest. He savored the taste of her blood in his mouth, warm and salty like the blood of fresh prey, and for a moment remained there with his teeth in her throat, basking in his victory. She was limp under his paws. His first kill.
He couldn't help grinning at himself, proud at what he had done. The tom bit her into her neck once more for the enjoyment of the feeling and began to slice her pelt in long, slow strokes. Her flesh tore away under his claws. He left the lizard in the dust, preoccupied with the pleasures of desecrating her corpse.
Then he lifted his head, licking the red stains from his lips, and smiled at Beetlepaw. "One less Clanner," he whispered.
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Post by duckyaisha on Nov 8, 2009 18:04:36 GMT -5
Rainstripe started shaking. She had thought Grimykit was just a normal con, lust-fliied and haughty, sure, but normal. This was insane! Cats didn't just kill each other! Even if Branchkit was a Clanner, did she deserve to die? No, and Grimykit didn't deserve to be in the Rebellion either. Realizing that this would confirm any Clanner's suspicion's about cons, she called out, in a weak, shaky mew, "If the Clanners hear what you've done, they'll hate us even more! They'll try to kill us!"
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Post by Ten on Nov 8, 2009 18:36:08 GMT -5
"What, them peace-lovin' Clanners?" Grimykit chuckled. "Let 'em try, babygirl."
After staring at her a moment, it occurred to him why she was shaking, and his smile broadened. He would take advantage of this while he could.
Grunting and growling, he chomped down on Branchkit's throat and tried to rip her body apart, claws slashing at her sides, his blood and hers congealing in the dust. He shredded her ears and pelt, he sunk his teeth into everything he could reach, he wrenched her in different directions until a bone cracked. Then he paused to inhale the scent of death.
"Hey, ya ever wonda what eyeballs feels like?"
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Post by duckyaisha on Nov 8, 2009 19:13:15 GMT -5
She wanted to yell at him to stop, it was making her sick. It was impossible not to look at the destroyed corpse of Branchkit , and she had to force herself not to retch. Grimykit was trying to make her uncomfortable. She couldn't let him know how terrified she was. "I mean, we won't convert any more Clanners to Cons if you give them the impression that Cons are deranged murderers!" Maybe he still had a little reason left within him. /Yeah, and maybe cats can fly./
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