It was pure luck in that Senescence was in the area at this moment. Drawn in by the breaking bones and pained screams, she glided through tree branches, only to see the mangled body of Fatalpaw as the injured badger tore her apart.

She almost left, and then the voice hit her, her gaze drawn to a cat with mismatched eyes that made her pause. A soft sigh, lost to the sounds of the badger as it turned towards the half-dead cat, and suddenly the large she-cat dropped from the tree, only to land squarely on the creature's head, which was forced to the ground by the sheer force of the feline dropping from a significant height, it's head hitting with a sickening crack that rang around the forest. In her jaws were a few things she'd been planning on bringing back from the city, though they were momentarily forgotten.

Senescence rolled off, and in an instant was up again, launching forward before the creature had the chance to react and realize it had a new, much less easy, opponent, claws dragging across it's one remaining eye. It was ironic, really. Three cats. Each found four moons apart. Two. Six. Ten. Not to mention Agamede and her littermates back on the Isle. But that was it's own situation.

The bellow that came from the badger was equal parts anger and pain, now permanently blinded, unable to do more than hear or smell. Which, were both more acute than it's eyesight, and unfortunately a touch harder to disable, though the blood did muddy that somewhat.

Now that it's sight was gone, and it would almost certainly try to continue fighting off it's attacker, the Proxy had a few options. She could go straight for trying to kill it, or try to lead it somewhere to it's own death. The latter was far more the safer option. But since when had she ever done things the sensible way?

It didn't have a chance to recover before she was on it again, this time swiping it's nose with one paw and clawing up dirt and dust into it's face with the other to further confuse it. Of course, she only just barely missed the powerful jaws clamping around her head as a result, it's putrid breath making her nose twitch as she ducked sideways. A heavy paw cut into her side, burning pain that bloomed up her back and across her body as she felt the rush of blood and mind racing adrenaline.

She couldn't help it, a vague, broken smile as her limbs went slack and she slithered back out of range. Her mismatched eyes were blank and soulless, endless voids with not a touch of humanity flickering withing their depths. Her head hung at an angle like an abandoned puppet, body loose and utterly relaxed, even as crimson blood dripped down her side. For all the world, Senescence no longer looked feline. The shadowy lace seemed to ripple and drawn in the shadows, and she moved with a strange fluidity more like a snake than cat. And it was with that same swiftness she struck, moving forward at dizzying speeds to attack, to dodge and twist out of the way.

The Proxy did not go for moves that others would. Moves that would keep her from the most danger or give her guaranteed hits. No, Senescence acted with seemingly suicidal intent, launching herself just barely under swiping claws and past biting jaws, a demonic dancer as she wrestled with death. Blood poured from them both, and soon the battlefield was painted red, the creatures jaw, initially broken by the slamming of the scarred feline's drop, now sagging open. In turn, both of the League she-cat's paws had holes in the pad from putting all her weight down on the badger's teeth to damage it's mouth beyond real use.

Blood dripped down her face, and as it tilted back up, her entire body shifting over a fraction to just barely skirt the edge of the being's claws, her eyes flashed in copper like a gruesome reflection of the scarlet strewn across a once green forest. It would want to get away now, die in peace from starvation or infection. Senescence watched as the gears in it's dumb mind turned, begging it to flee from dangerous creature who had chosen to fight it. But she wouldn't allow it.

Just as it turned, she slipped forward as though a fish through water, launching herself directly against it's throat. Her jaws clamped down and she curled up, back legs forcing the mouth shut as her claws scored into the sides of it's neck with deadly fervor. Her bloody back touched the earth, the badger's head leaning down from the weight of her body. Large paws dug into her side, the metallic tang invading her mouth as warm stickiness flowed down her side, both hers and not. And then, in the span of moments, she could feel the blood gush out and she detached herself instantly, bracing her legs against it's body to push herself away.

The creature stumbled then, a gurgling sound emanating before it tipped over, side rising and falling for a few heartbeats... until it finally stilled for good.

For a long few moments, the she-cat didn't seem to acknowledge the young cat nearby, save for an ear twitch at the name 'brother'. Senescence was focused on severing the badger's skull from it's body, working away at the flesh and where it met the spine until finally it came free, and the limp head rolled slightly away from the larger body of the creature. "Come with me. We have a long walk back to the League. If you want to bury your friend, I'd get to it, otherwise we'll be off. No time to waste." She ignored the cat's comments and gushing for the moment as she picked up the badger's head, mismatched eyes turning to the she-cat and hovering there, waiting for her to either make a grave for Fatalpaw, or start following. The Shaman would want to look at them both. And Senescence doubted she'd be allowed to avoid it this time. Not that it would be smart to, anyway, given her still bleeding injuries.

Well, that was a bit of a strange reaction. Innocentia would probably approve, however. Senescence waited as the she-cat eventually joined up at her side, questioning. "Name's Senescence. Primal Instinct Proxy. Not that much, if any, of that means anything to you. You're pretty obviously not a clan cat." Not only because of her reaction to death, but also due to the lack of scent of the clans. Well, that made it simpler for her to join the League, anyway. They didn't much like former clan cats.

Not that she cared. Or so she told herself, anyhow. She twitched her tail, and then they were off. "And who are you, then? Have something for me to call you?"