bullet_through_a_flock_of_doves->Demon

[Đarκsong]

Secret padded lightly into the forest, his pelt caked with dirt. He hoped it would help mask his scent from clan patrols. He wasn't entirely sure there would be a patrol out, but knew from past experience that he had never run into one during this time of day.

Scenting the air, Secret could tell that some of the clan cats were out. He was surprised as to who it was, "That's strange....I scent that there are kits out." That was quite strange, for he never scented them outside camp before. If he did, it was normally mingled with the scent of a close by older cat.

Then an extremely familiar scent came to him as he continued deeper into the territory. Snowdrift. Her scent was very fresh, but the kits' wasn't mingled with it. That confused Secret a bit. They must have gotten seperated.

"I think that doof of a she-cat I know lost her kits." Secret said with a smirk, "My kits."

{{ooc: I'll throw Snowdrift in the RP in the next post. Demon can spot her now if you want.}}

[.&&. Snowsong.]

Clan scents filled the air, and Demon had a faint smirk plastered upon his lips as he crouched low, underbelly nearly grazing the Earth. A she-cat was padding closer and closer, and he couldn't wait to pounce on her to make a kill; it had been too long since he managed to take a cat's life. He was prepared to just leap out in front of her to cause her panic when an extremely unusual scent drifted into his nostrils. He decided to go take a look, She'll still be around here later anyway...

With that, he slipped silently through the undergrowth. It was soon that he spotted a cat caked in mud, and he stifled a faint chuckle; he recognized this tom. "Hey, Secret, you idiot," he murmured, pure evil intention within his tone, "I spotted a she-cat a few ways off; hope you don't mind me making a kill without you." Without awaiting a response, he whipped around and slipped unnoticed toward the she-cat, pausing only a few yards away in some bushes.

(( Let's make things fun. >] ))

[Đarκsong]

Secret unsheathed his claws and bounded after Demon. He slipped over next to his fellow rouge, green eyes in slits, "As it so happens, I do mind." He spoke in a low whisper, "That's my she-cat." The tom added matter-of-factly. Secret had told Demon about her, but he wasn't sure the other rouge would get the hint.

***

Snowdrift was always terrible at tracking. Then again, she was also a terrible hunter and fighter. It was a surprise to many that she was even a warrior. The only thing she had discovered as a talent so far was taking care of kits. Now she had lost them. Yet another blow to her self confidence.

[.&&. Snowsong.]

A faint snort was made by Demon, and he flicked his tail over the optics of the crouching Secret behind him. "I don't care if you mind, or if it is your she-cat; I'm just going to make a kill." With that, he dug his claws into the Earth, before whipping his hind legs to behind him, aiming to either shock the older tom with the sudden movement, or to stun the tom with impact if the tom didn't back up in time. Without waiting to see if his plot worked, he dashed from the bushes, launching himself silently through the air and at the she-cat. But then, he twisted his figure so that he landed only a tail-length away from her, a full smirk plastered upon his lips. "My, my, I do hope you are sick of life...," he said evilly, taking slow paw-steps toward her, his orbs containing a flame dancing with murderous intent.

[Đarκsong]

Secret was stunned for a moment after Demon sprung off. As soon he could, he pounced up after him. He was fuming mad, but then again he would have done the same to Demon.

Gazing upon Snowdrift for the first time in moons was rather strange. She was, of course, a bit bulkier than before. Her bright green eyes had gone grey and her fur wasn't as well groomed as he recalled.

Snowdrift was frozen in place. Demon's dark voice frightened her, yet she almost wanted to respond with I am actually rather sick of life, go ahead. If it wasn't for her kits still needing her she wouldn't of put up any fight at all.

Then she saw Secret. It was then she knew she was done for. She slowly stepped back away from them, snowy pelt quaking with fear.

[.&&. Snowsong.]

At the she-cat's fright, his smirk grew into a sneer. "This is going to be fun..," he muttered, before unsheathing his claws and flexing them. "May I have the honor of shredding your throat," he asked with fake politeness; evil was still soaking his every word and movement.

He almost felt pity for the she-cat, seeing the shape she was in and the age that seemed to be within her. The poor thing; might as well end its misery... But, he knew that first, he had someone to make back off. Without warning, he suddenly launched his hind legs at Secret, before retracting his hind limbs.

With that done, he launched himself at the she-cat, his movements seeming effortless as he landed right behind her, clearing her completely. His sneer turning into a smirk again, he lashed at her from behind with unsheathed, sharp claws.

[Đarκsong]

Secret was taken by complete surprise. Demon's hind limbs smashed into him, knocking him down for a moment. By the time he pulled himself together and stood back up, Demon was already attacking Snowdrift.

Snowdrift yowled in pain as Demon's sharp claws dug into her. She turned around swiftly, swiping her claws at his face. She then began backing away, unsure of what she should do. The queen never was that good at fighting.

As she backed away, she found herself smacking right into Secret. She jumped away from him in fear. This was exactly what she dreaded about going into the forest again. She hoped someone else was out looking for the kits, because at his point she was certain she wouldn't come out of this alive.

Secret hissed at the snowy queen. He stepped forward and swiped a paw warningly at her. At this point, he didn't really care if Demon killed her instead. He would still be able to find the kits and take them. He would fight much harder if Demon wanted to kill them.

[.&&. Snowsong.]

Jerking his cranium back, Demon barely avoided her claws, which swiped the air about an inch in front of him. His smirk grew into a sneer, and he allowed a faint chuckle to escape his lips as the queen backed right into Secret before she leaped away in fear.

"Terrified, I see." It was amusing, very amusing, to see a she-cat like this. He launched himself at her, aiming to bowl her over, and then lashed out with his claws as he reached her.

[Đarκsong]

Secret circled around the area. He pondered on what he should do. It really ceased to bother him that Demon was attacking Snowdrift instead of himself. Yet, he was extremely bored. It was obvious Demon needed no help. Heck, he was better at fighting than Secret. Then again, Secret was getting rather old these days.

Suddenly, he caught the scent of Ivoryclan cats that had passed through here earlier. Upon further examination, he found the scent to be tinged with milk. The kits were here not to long ago. With that discovery, Secret snuck off into the bushes.
--exit Secret--

Snowdrift wanted to say something in her defense, but felt nothing she could say would help. It would probably even make this tom more apt to kill her. He bowled her over with ease and lashed his claws at her before she could even think.

The queen felt completely hopeless. Why had she goofed off instead of listening to her mentor during fight training? It was no use fussing over it now. She hissed at Demon while taking slow steps backwards. She wasn't phased by Secret's disappearance, most likely because she was preoccupied.

[.&&. Snowsong.]

"Fight back like a warrior would, not a kit," Demon said, clearly trying to mess with the she-cat's mind. He didn't really wait for a reaction from her, not for even a couple of seconds, before he launched himself at her again, only to whip to the side once he was an inch away. He then lashed out at her right side, before launching himself over her and aiming a blow at her left side.

Speed and brute strength was serving him well, and so now, he was going to use calculation and skill. Launching himself in front of her, he aimed his paws at her shoulders, hoping to latch on her shoulders with his unsheathed claws.

[Đarκsong]

Before Snowdrift could even react to his words, Demon attacked again. She barely dodged his blows to her right side. He did however get at her left side. Snowdrift saw him leap at her again, so she jumped back quickly. Demon's claws still caught her shoulders, but probably not as good a grip as he wanted. She snapped at his front legs, hoping to get him to release his hold.

[.&&. Snowsong.]

As more blood flowed over his claws, a satisfied sneer played upon his lips, and Demon knew exactly how to recover his grasp upon her shoulders. Seeing that his grip was loose, he spread his claws out, before slamming his hind legs into the ground, pushing himself forward and allowing his claws to sink firmly into her shoulders.

"Prepare to suffer," he muttered evilly, ignoring the snapping of her jaws. Why, when her incisors caused a few wounds, all he did was prepare his attack, his muscles tensing.

Almost immediately, he slipped his hind legs to her side, before whipping them to the side, slamming them against her paws. Using the claws within her shoulders, he transferred his weight to the side, flipping her over before immediately, swiftly, launching himself out from under her.

He landed upon the Earth a couple of tail-lengths next to her, and then launched himself at her again, claws unsheathed and aiming for her sides and neck.

[Đarκsong]

Snowdrift was at a loss. She had no idea what to do. After Demon knocked her over and jumped back for a moment, the queen decided she'd just give up. Her pelt was torn and bleeding in more places than she could count. She could no longer keep her breathing steady.

She prayed to StarClan that either someone would save her now, or that she'd die quicker. The queen hated lying there, suffering. She just wanted it to end now. She didn't tell Demon this, knowing that he would only prolong her torture. Snowdrift simply gave up and let the tom finish her off.

[.&&. Snowsong.]

Once he felt his claws sink into her side and throat, he felt much better, having rid his urge to kill; he knew he won, that he could kill her with ease. As blood soaked his claws and paws, his sneer calmed to a mere smirk of satisfaction. Unlike most other evil cats, he didn't kill her immediately. Instead, he paused, glancing at the she-cat's face.

As he shifted his maw to her ear, he only caught a glimpse of her aged eyes, and he could see that, deep inside, she had given up. His smirk slightly grew. "I'll put your misery at an end, dear." With that, he sank his claws deeper into her throat, before ripping them across then out. With that finished, he stepped back, glancing at the she-cat for a moment.

A faint sigh of satisfaction yet disappointment escaped his lips, and he began to lick her blood off his paws and claws. He didn't take a liking to the taste, but he knew he'd have to erase the traces of him being the culprit, so that he could get that older tom dead.

[Đarκsong]

Snowdrift yelped as Demon's claws sunk into her throat. The world around her became a blur, and she didn't hear the words he uttered to her. Slowly, yet steadily, her body turned numb. She couldn't even feel the claws rip through her throat or see Demon leave. The horrible pain and sadness she felt began to melt away.

She succumbed to the darkness that enveloped her and joined Starclan.....

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Secret had been padding aimlessly for the forest for what seemed like moons. His old nose was no longer good at tracking. He had lost the kits' scent long ago. Then, he picked up Demon's scent, and another smell that brought a smirk to his face: blood. He padded through the bushes to find a gruesome sight.

Snowdrift was lain on the ground in a bloody heap. Secret approached her, the evil smirk still plastered on his wicked face. Finding her to be dead, the smirk turned into a scowl. He wanted to be the one who killed her. He was her tormentor, not Demon.

Secret then rushed back into the forest, ignoring the blood that had seeped onto his paws. He wanted to find Demon. Find him and kill him.

((ooc: We done then...?))