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Post by Darkness on Apr 4, 2022 20:48:43 GMT -5
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BLOOD NOW STAINS
MY PAWS!
CRIMSONPAW
The Pychopath
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Open/Closed @ Everyone
4/2/2022
Summary of the Thread: Bloodpaw gets into his first fight with a rogue cat twice his size.
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¶ The screech of an innocent passerby, rang in his ears. The screech of deperation to get away from sharp teeth and claws. The pleas for pity, all rang on deaf ears as, Crimsonpaw rakes his claws against the cats chest, making him bleed. The young tom cat had challenged him to a fight. He had insisted on not leaving until he had seen a "true Warrior in action." Crimsonpaw wasn't going for it. The other tom leaped at him, all floppy like, as Crimsonpaw stands with his eyes narrowed, tail up and his shoulders stiff. The invader wouldn't succeed, easily.
¶ Crimsonpaw braces himself for contact as the tom tried to attack him again. He dances around the tom a few times, just for the fun of it and to make him tired. At last the other cat was panting heavily, as Crimsonpaw strikes him hard and fast. Sinking his claws deep into the short-haired tom. Blood swells around his claws and fur, as he mutaltes the poor outsider. He flies into a blind rage and doesn't stop until a cat snaps him out of it. Jumping off the tom, he glances at his blood-soaked body and the tom who was still alive.
¶ He was barely alive. He was breathing — at least for now. Crimsonpaw glances at the cat who had stopped him with a cold angery look. He lifts a blood-soaked paw and began to lick the blood off of it, like it was the most natural thing to do. He waites for the other cat to speak, to reprimend him for nearly — if lucky — not killing the other young cat. He glances once more at the young tom and watches as he breathes in and out slowly, he lickes his lips and gives him a sneer before he continues to clean.
