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A strange smell drifted across a hunter's nose late one evening just outside the confines of the camp. The smell was undoubtedly a cat's, but it was almost pure. It lacked the earthiness of a rogue or a loner... the tom licked his lips. Some clan cat had gotten lost. How could he turn down such a fun hunt and tasty meal? He slipped from the edges of the estate and into the bleak woods not too far away. He took a deep breath and grinned. Earthy, warm tones burst from the still air, which meant some cat from SummerClan or SunClan had business near the league. The scent still rolled off of the small ferns nearby. Perfect. Omega could practically taste his next meal.
His bone necklace barely made a sound as he slithered through the dreary forest. Its little rattles reminded him of all his successful hunts since his first taste of his vice. This necklace was not as large as the last one with a bone count in the mid teens. It was fine with the russet-brown tom. All it meant was he needed to kill more, sacrifice more. All these ferocious desires filled the place where he used to feel, but those days were long past.
The tom stopped his tracks when the smell of the Clan cat became overwhelming. He lowered himself to the ground and let the bone necklace slide off his neck before prowling forward. The cat's nest had to be nearby... and there it was. The tom salivated had the sight of the cat still asleep. The meal practically presented itself to him. He rose from his crouch and approached the sleeping cat's exposed neck. He could see the young tom's jugular pulsing just below the skin, its blood practically begging to meet the world in a wet, sticky mess. In one swift motion he severed the pulsing artery which earned him a guttural scream from his victim. He stroked the dying cat's head with his paw as he began to suck from the hemorrhaging neck. It was a new part to his ritual that he thoroughly enjoyed and savored almost as much as the kill itself. The bleeding stopped almost and fast as it started as the cat's life faded into nothing. Sighing in disappointment, Omega removed his bloody muzzle from the tom's neck and relocated to the torso to begin his meal.
"You know the meats not too bad either," Fellow cannibal Innocentia said from the dens entrance.
She had velvet soft white fur, the size of a kit with a pink bow bigger than her head and a little golden bell at the front of the ribbon, her yellow eyes burned brightly at the fresh scent of cat meat, but she stayed where she was at. She was always territorial about her prey and didn't want to invade closer on Omega's meal. He was a bigger cat than her though, she was sure he got far more meals than she did and likely didn't have to humiliate himself in the process where she had to act like a little lost kittypet to get close enough to someone's throat to chomp at it. She was one of the few league cats that bit more than they used their claws. Once upon a time she had drank blood more than eaten, but that was hardly enough of a diet, eventually it just went to a cat only diet.
His dragged to the back of his head at the sound of the other feline's voice. He did not enjoy it when his kills had a audience. It was ritual: meant to be silent and holy, not observed and critiqued. He flexed his claws into the corpse and rose to his paws. Innocetia was an interesting case. The she-cat's appearance made her non-threatening and idiotic to the unfamiliar, but anyone with a brain recognized she posed a threat. How big was up for debate in his mind, but there was no need to experiment with a perfectly good meal going cold.
He waved his tail and beckoned the she-cat forward. "I'm getting there. You can take a foreleg, if you're hungry. Those are usually a little too bony for my taste." He turned his attention to hind leg and began to tear into the meat there.
"Thanks mister!" Innocentia said with bright gleeful eyes as she lied down and bit into the leg chewing it for a moment to relish the taste before swallowing. Her pink tongue licked her lips, "You're lucky your able to haul your prey around, when I make a kill I have to eat it where it lies unless Senescence is with me to bring it somewhere else to eat."
Despite her small body her tail appeared huge and long when in fact most of it was just fluff wagging back and forth in delight. Sure the meat was a little hard to grab at, but she had a naughty habit of chewing on bones, maybe it was because of her exceptionally long fangs, but it brought her a special delight to do so.
Omega snorted and continued to tear into the soft flesh in front of him. "Well, I guess I am, but it's not as useful as you'd think." He wolfed down the fresh red meat to the bone. "What good is the prey covered in grass and cold? I'd much rather eat it where I kill it." He swirled some of the pooling blood with his paw. "And, you know, I only get this tasty marinade in one spot. "
"I suppose. The best I can do is detach a limb and eat it at the tree tops at a distance from where cats can smell me or my meal," Innocentia explained.
Her white paw bat at the corpses muzzle for a moment before deciding to leave it alone. She had never seen an animal eat the face of another, but she had eaten off a piece of a cats muzzle in battle and it had been pretty good. However the more she thought about it the more she grossed herself out. The lip lining the muzzle had saliva and had touched everything the cat had ever eaten. It was a yucky part to eat and she didn't want to begin to wonder why that piece of flesh had been particularly flavorful. Plus a foreleg would be plenty for now. Lucky Omega, he'd get to save more for later. Then again he was pretty big, he'd probably just eat the whole thing. She could feel the prickle of jealousy surging in her heart, but at the same time, Omega had been generous and let her share. He was just so lucky to be big enough to pack all that nutrition in and carry his prey around. The option would be nice even if it made the prey dirty.
