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Snow danced and spiraled like tiny twisters around the anarchists paws as they strode through the empty streets. Two-legs weren't out at this hour, it was when the rogue gangs prowled and weaklings hid like mice in leafbare. The night air was crisp, their breath visible and the pads of their paws frosted and used to the biting cold by now. Glowstar occasionally leapt atop anything tall, mailbox, trashcan, anything that came in her path that would make it interesting. Tonight was a bust, okay tonight only started like eight minutes ago when they reached the city, but still she figured they would have met a rogue gang by now. Their goal was essentially to take over any rogue gang turf and claim it as their own. Not DayClan's and not anyone's clan, simply just their own rogue gang, one for the crazies. She still didn't know what they would call themselves, but they would work out the name later.
Glowstar turned on her toes to the other cats with her, her pace continuing as she walked backwards. She grinned, her smile more dangerous than the night as she eyed them, "Hey, so when we get into a turf battle do you think we should end it fast or savor it? I haven't been in a turf battle in ages, it's insane, so if we could savor at least one turf battle I would be delighted."
The ginger tom with her, flashed his iconic Cheshire grin, revealing his yellowed pointed teeth, his honey eyes narrowing into the most michevious of looks. "FAST OR SHORT, I CARE NOT SO LONG AS WE PUT ON A JAW DROPPING PREFORMANCE THAT WILL LEAVE SPECTATORS ON THEIR SEATS BEGGING FOR MORE! ... and our opponents begging for mercy." He half growled half purred that last part to himself, his eyes glazing over only for a moment as if actually watching the scene play out in front of him with that wide grin still stretching his features.
Mittens stared in askance at Glowstar. "Meow," she said, 'cause really. Who decides to get into random turf wars with a band of rogues just for funsies, but then turns around and condemn catnip? Honestly. You'd think slaughtering a gang of innocent murderers and thieves would be worse than partaking in just a little bit of nightly indulgence that wreaked havoc on her body and mind. And yes, before anyone asks, Mittens had been here the entire time, thank you very much. It's not as if she just appeared out of thin air. Pfft. You're just imagining stuff.
"Meow," she added just to be nice 'cause there were quite a few rogues who may or may not have it out for Mittens. And there also might be a few rogues she may or may not owe money to after she kinda sorta borrowed their catnip. It's not like they're at all murderous, or hold grudges, or told her that if she stepped foot back in the city they'd tear her limb from limb and bury the pieces where no one could ever find them. Nah, that'd be crazy talk.
"OH, did I hear something about a turf war? Who's fighting?" Blitzen had a bit of gravely voice and followed up his statement with a deep chuckle. The monstrous gray tom was sitting on a fence post. It was really a marvel that he could balance on it at all, but he managed by digging his claws into the weather-worn wood. Blitzen did not recognize a single one of these cats but found them fascinating, in particular the little announcer. He really wanted to fight him. The she-cats, eh, he'd pass, his heart already belonged to Selene. He jumped down from the post awkwardly and landed with a heavy thud, "So which side do you three choose, hmm?"
Glowstar nodded along with Mittens, so wise. "Yeah I agree, let's give them a show to remember, nothing too short or too long, just a good medium length death."
She stopped at Blitzen's sudden appearance and watched him jump down in front of them, "More like we don't have a path, we're anarchists, the chaotic and twisted looking for some fun, are you game? Also have you seen any rogues to battle, I am dying for someone to sink my fangs into."
Blitzen laughed one of those deep belly laughs. It seemed a little out of context but maybe not for this crowd, "Well I'd hate to pick a fight with a little gal like you, but if you are dying for a scuffle, I wouldn't mind a warm-up match before we find some real trouble. I'm new around here and there's no better way to bond with the locals than some good blood sports!"
Up close now, the tom was covered in many deep, rugged scars. They were mostly scratch marks but there were also a few burns. The gray tom also had very long fur that was matted in places which no doubt aided in the "earthy musk" that clung to him. Blitzen was also massive, easily twenty or so pounds, which alone would have been intimidating, scars excluded. He usually made she-cats squirm but this one seemed undaunted. He'd humor her after all.
"Meow," Mittens said, because while this was all good and dandy, she hadn't come here to talk. Admittedly, Mittens wasn't even sure why she came here in the first place. But since she was here now, she was bored. "Meow?" Mittens asked hopefully, 'cause some good ol' catnip would really bring this party alive. More so than this cat that smelled as if he hadn't had a bath in a month. Or was that just part of his style? Huh. Mittens was just about to ask Blitzen if he purposely rolled in dirt for the aesthetics when...
Crash!
There, behind them, the clatter of empty soup cans, the bang of knocked trash cans. Out of the darkness, out of the blue, a cat appeared casual and cool as if he hadn't gotten a piece of trash stuck to his tail during his dramatic entrance. "Why, hello there," said the rogue, all suave and charmingly roguish. "Nice day for a walk, isn't it? There's just one little problem..." He smiled, saccharine and much too sharp. "You're on our territory." From behind him, other cats began to appear from the darkness, inching forward and tails lashing.
In all, it probably would have been more impressive if the leader didn't have trash stuck to his fur. But still, good coordination. Mittens gave them bonus points for that. Plus, style points for the dramatic entrance. Very well executed. Though the trash fur took about... ten points off from the whole thing. So maybe it wasn't all that good. She was about to say as much when one particular cat at the end of the pack (Pack? Herd? Pod? Clowder?) caught her eye and Mittens, with all the grace of a toddler, ducked behind the others.
"Meow," Mittens said, because she totally didn't owe catnip to that guy. Nope. Not her. It was totally someone else. Besides, Glowstar did want to get into a turf battle. "Meow," said she encouragingly, in a 'Well, what're you guys waiting for? Go on, do your thing. Shoo.'
"Mittens who is that charming roguish, yet surprisingly handsome looking street rat?" Glowstar exclaimed.
"Meow."
Uh oh, Mittens was denying that she knew the guy, which definitely meant she knew the guy and owed him catnip. Her ears twitched at Mitten's next words, a fight huh? "Alright Mittens, I think you're right, this guys on our brand new territory after all and as we agreed we wanted to give any intruders a show. Hm, I call torso, Alastor you have heads and Blitzen can have limbs and tail?"
"That's awfully generous of you, old lady, dividing up life and limb before the fight even starts." Blitzen chuckled, unsheathing his claws as he turned his whole body toward the intruder. Was it fair to even call him that? Didn't he say that they were the intruders, and this was his territory? Blitz was pretty sure this territory belonged to the League, but this cat didn't strike him as one of those posers. Oh whatever, the gray tom hated thinking so hard, especially since whatever he learned about this cat's origins would have no bearing on his actions, "MEOW MEOW MEOW, better run right now." He taunted the new cat while also poking fun at Mittens.
There was a heavy pause. The tension practically palpable, and the air still and silent. And then the rogue scoffed, shaking his head in disgust. “You four must have a death wish,” he mused gently, “to want to take on a group of our size. Thirty to four. How well your odds truly are.”
Mittens frowned. Hang on a moment. Mittens prided herself on her counting, and there were most definitely not thirty cats. There were…
Twenty-one cats! Including Mr. Trash Fur. So ya know, he can’t even round his numbers correctly. Pah. Using a bigger number to try to scare them off? Nice try, Mister, but it ain’t gonna work on dear ol’ Mittens.
Plus, half of the cats weren’t all that scary looking. Some of them were kittens, looking really confused, and the other half were reckless adolescents who didn’t yet know which way was up and which way was down. Easy-peasy, wheezy cheesy. Yup. This fight was in the bag.
Not that Mittens was gonna be involved in fighting. She was more of the stand at the sidelines and cheer type of person. Woo! Go Cats Go! You can do it! Woo!
“Well,” said the rogue with a careless shrug of his shoulders, a lash of his tail (The trash bag still resolutely stuck to His Royal Fluffiness), “who am I to stand in the way of your folly? Do try not to scream too much. We mustn’t disturb our neighbors, after all.”
And with that, the enemy cats lunged at the group and the battle began in a flourish of entangled limbs and screeching cats!
Or well. Most of the enemy cats did. The leader simply settled down with a graceful twist of his body, and watched with bright eyes. And also the kittens stayed still, ‘cause man, kittens. Kittens were about as scary as… well… kittens. Actually, now that Mittens looked, it seemed like the majority of the attackers were the adolescents? What? And the majority of the adult cats just looked on in amusement, sitting at the sidelines.
Though, again. They were a teensy tiny bit outnumbered still. But it was more like, two to one, as opposed to 5.25 to 1.
More cats started surrounding them and when the rogue finished his speech Glowstar grinned, it was go time. But then suddenly everyone came in at her.
"Oh my God. Oh my GOD, GUYS!" She cried out as she fell onto the back as a bunch of kittens piled on top of her, "They're a-dor-a-ble!!" She squealed, hugging them near. The kittens were becoming afraid of her now, they didn't want to be cuddled, they wanted to fight.
One kit picked up a pointed stick and yodeled, "LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE!" and ran forward to strike at Blitzen.
(feel free to do real damage to Blitz, I'm going to kill him off sometime soon but not now lol)
"Come on, come on, COME ON!" Blitzen laughed loudly; the kitten's head was the size of his paw, what hope could it have to do any damage to him? He struck it with claws unsheathed, aiming right at his back, without any hesitation. He'd make an example out of this one. Which was odd, since he wanted the others to keep attacking, making an example out of this was counter-productive. Ah, well. Blitzen was not a deep thinker.
He sounded more like a hawk screeching than an actual kitten as the claws caught into his back. He looked into the face of his attacker, his blue eyes seethed with rage, "YOU WILL PERISH, KILL ME, BUT NO I WILL SEE YOU IN HYELLLLL!"
"What even the heck is this fight?" Glowstar laughed, looking at Mittens, practically wearing a coat of kittens with them leaping and clinging onto her. One kitten was even hanging off of her ear.
Blitzen laughed at the kit that was attacking him and let him, "Oh, little Hawk, I like your spirit! Which is good news for you! I'll just take one of your eyes!" With that, Blitzen grabbed the kit by the throat, pinned him to the ground, ripped out his right eye, and threw it at Glowstar. He let the kit go and figured he probably had learned his lesson. Turning around, he swiped at another one, knocking her clean across the concrete. --- "SCREEEEE! Give me brother's eye!" A little she-kit screamed, bounding toward Glowstar, a panicked expression on her face. She tried to bite her leg.
(I assume the kits are all throwaway characters lol if they aren't then let me know & I'll edit)
Mittens blinked. Ya know... maybe it was the inner healer in her that only came out at very select moments and even then very rarely but.... uh.... Mittens looked around, at their dirty surroundings, at the mud stuck to her claws, at— when was the last time she'd washed her hands? When was the last time any of them washed?
"Meow," Mittens piped up, 'cause ya know, yeah, the whole eye thing? Kinda gross. But ya know, she gets it. It happens. You get into the bloodlust and things spiral out of control. Except that saying, 'Hey, it's fine. You can live without one eye,' then suddenly turns into, 'So... you know how you thought they could live without one eye? Yeah, turns out the wound got horribly infected and the cat just died of sepsis and you just condemned them to an absolutely horrifyingly painful death.' Except that now brought up the question of whether they just condemned all of these kits to die of infection 'cause cat claws dig in deep, ya know? And that shoves in more bacteria into the wounds, and then it festers, and BAM. Dead cats. Everywhere. Talk about mass murdering an entire population of cats.
Plus, they're rogues. What's their access to healthcare? Nonexistent probably considering that they're literally throwing away the next generation. Do they even have healers or medicine cats or veterinary care for that matter? They'll probably drop dead in the streets before they get any help, and the last anyone'll ever say about them is, 'Honey! There's a dead cat in our yard again!' and 'Again?! This'll be the third time this week! Animal Control must be scratching their heads out there.'
Except Mittens is a cat. And she doesn't exactly understand germ theory or any such. In fact, she probably doesn't even know what infection is. Is it that weird thing that makes moss green? 'Cause yo, green moss for the win if you know what she means. Ain't no body got no time for blue moss, ya know?
"Meow," Mittens said, which might have been something along the lines of, So how do you feel knowing you're now a mass murderer? or conversely, it might have meant, Man. I could really go for some catnip right about now. You guys got any?
