Post by wolfeh on Jun 22, 2010 16:12:27 GMT -5
Jetstripe padded towards the Carrion Place, all his senses keen and alert. To his left, he could see the WindClan moor just past the thunderpath. To his right, pretty much nothing, just barren landscape. But, Jet wasn't here to sight see. He was out to have a bit of fun; his way. No one else would think ridding the Carrion Place of rogues was fun, but he couldn't think of a better way to spend a slow day.
He slunk through the mesh walls and scent of rot filled the air. He could hear the wings of crows beating raggedly, as well as the sound of rats scrambling to find a meal. But, there was something else; whispers from the enemy. etstripe quickly located the three rogues. Two of them were scrawny; one a she-cat. The last one, though, was tall and muscular. "It's time to have some fun, eh?" Jet snickered to himself. Fun indeed.
He flung himself at the nearest rogue, the scrawniest. It was the she-cat, and h had under-estimated her a bit; she certainly had muscles under her pelt. But, Jetstripe was still sstronger and heavier than the she-cat and she collapsed beneath him. He dug his claws into her cheek bones and listened to her screech. With a bite to her tail, she sprinted away, tripping over her own paws in her rush.
The two toms looked at Jet with utter shock; they weren't expecting any ShadowClan to come here, with it being filled with garbage and not prey. They only hunted at the Carrion Place in time of shortage of prey. But, the rogues looked at one another and one of them smirked. Quick as a flash, they both lunged at Jet. He slithered to the left so the scrawny tom slammed into Jet's sturdy shoulder. Seeing his idea, the scrawny cat scrambled to stop and tripped over a piece of trash. His leg stuck out as the brawny rogue was lunging for Jet. He narrowly avoided tripping also and slammed into the deputy with full force. While they battled, the other tom fled.
Jetstripe knew the cat he was fighting was strong, but this cat wasn't trained by killers, or by an organized clan. Jetstripe easily dodged the toms blows. "You're too slow! Leave while you still have your ears!" Jet hissed, blood splattered on his chest fur. The sight was frightening. He even towered over the rogue. With one last glare, the rogue retreated. Not a bad fight, Jet had won, and there wasn't a scratch on him.
He slunk through the mesh walls and scent of rot filled the air. He could hear the wings of crows beating raggedly, as well as the sound of rats scrambling to find a meal. But, there was something else; whispers from the enemy. etstripe quickly located the three rogues. Two of them were scrawny; one a she-cat. The last one, though, was tall and muscular. "It's time to have some fun, eh?" Jet snickered to himself. Fun indeed.
He flung himself at the nearest rogue, the scrawniest. It was the she-cat, and h had under-estimated her a bit; she certainly had muscles under her pelt. But, Jetstripe was still sstronger and heavier than the she-cat and she collapsed beneath him. He dug his claws into her cheek bones and listened to her screech. With a bite to her tail, she sprinted away, tripping over her own paws in her rush.
The two toms looked at Jet with utter shock; they weren't expecting any ShadowClan to come here, with it being filled with garbage and not prey. They only hunted at the Carrion Place in time of shortage of prey. But, the rogues looked at one another and one of them smirked. Quick as a flash, they both lunged at Jet. He slithered to the left so the scrawny tom slammed into Jet's sturdy shoulder. Seeing his idea, the scrawny cat scrambled to stop and tripped over a piece of trash. His leg stuck out as the brawny rogue was lunging for Jet. He narrowly avoided tripping also and slammed into the deputy with full force. While they battled, the other tom fled.
Jetstripe knew the cat he was fighting was strong, but this cat wasn't trained by killers, or by an organized clan. Jetstripe easily dodged the toms blows. "You're too slow! Leave while you still have your ears!" Jet hissed, blood splattered on his chest fur. The sight was frightening. He even towered over the rogue. With one last glare, the rogue retreated. Not a bad fight, Jet had won, and there wasn't a scratch on him.