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(Elyon the assassin of PI has stolen a tyke from the Renegade regime! She is making a break for it in the survival clans! Her goal is to hurt and maim as many of these cats as possible. You're welcome to make throwaway cats to die to her traps.)
Elyon tightened her grip on the tyke. The squealing youngling crying louder from the pain as Elyon was not being gentle with them at all. Too focused on moving quickly.
She didn't bother trying to silence the tyke. After all the tyke was merely a means to an end, it was the older cats she wanted giving chase as they'd give her the most to harvest from.
Her ears shifted back she could hear yowls and shouts, and pawsteps and her blue eyes gleamed spotting the passageway she'd used to get in, heading down it pads smacking against the ground as she ran full tilt.
Deadmeat took the lead running at full speed, his dead blue eyes locked onto Elyon like a wolf in the hunt. He turned his head to bark his orders, "Carcass and Corpse, flank her sides. I'll cut her off!"
Deadmeat circled to the left, his plan was to swerve to the side right before crashing into her. Mean time Carcass and Corpse would be at her side distracting Elyon.
Carcass and Corpse ran up beside Elyon. Corpse's tongue lulled out to the side as he bumped into her side, "Drop the kit, Elyon, we've heard all about you," He said tauntingly.
Carcass was a little slower than Corpse, Still close on Elyon's tail, but not right up against her, she pressed forward trying to catch up, but was realizing this was as fast as she could go, she wasn't a scout like Corpse was. She was a mercenary built to kill rather than run to keep up with the hunt.
Raiser Superior Roon had heard the cries. The feline had bolted from her nest in search of the source, her ears perked and eyes glazed over with worry. Until she came upon the sight. Her mouth dropped open as she gazed at the squealing tyke, ears pinning back in pure anxiety and longing to make the little one safe again. She could feel the way the fear tore at the tyke.
