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Nera let out a cough. Great, just what he needed to end the year ; he was starting to get sick. The Kadet's eyes narrowed slightly; could nothing go his way? First, it was a misadventure with a she-cat, now it was sickness. He frowned, before sneaking out of camp, his tail trashing.
"Cut me a break, will you, Gods?" he muttered, before running right into someone else...
Post by Honeystorm on Nov 23, 2018 13:00:28 GMT -5
Unfortunately for the tom, the cat he'd happened to run into was Cesare, who was quick to shove his shoulder into the Kadet's chest, forcing him back as a snarl escaped his lips. "Watch where you're going, will you?" The silver bengal snapped, electric eyes burning with an intensity that would have killed Nera if it could. Instead, it just made him look exceptionally angry, which was fairly accurate to how the tom was feeling, being run into by a random cat who, to top it off, didn't look too well. Great, he'd have to make Springlockedgrave give him some herbs to ward off whatever deadly illness Nera had undoubtedly contracted.
The tom bristled, his upper lip curling. Out of all of the kadets he would rather have died than come into contact with, Cesare was pretty much on the top of that list. He was no good, which is probably a bad thing to be consdered as by Nera, who had a stunning disposition that led him to ignore most laws. He'd been told that he would end up executed one of these days, and honestly, he hadn't doubted it. But, he knew that for as troubled as he was, Cesare was just that much worse.
"Or what? You going growl at me? Call me a mean name?" He made sure his next cough landed directly on the tom for good measure. "Your gaze scares me oh so much." Nera probably shouldn't be mocking Cesare, but honestly, how much worse could his life get? Maybe he'd piss him off so bad that the tom would kill him and do him a favor.
Post by Honeystorm on Nov 28, 2018 20:41:53 GMT -5
Indeed, Cesare certainly thought about killing Nera. How dare he treat a royal this way. With a growl his paw whipped around, backhanding his fellow Kadet as hard as he possibly could. In many ways, they were so similar, and yet, they'd started off in such a way as to breed nothing but animosity between them. "How about I leave you half dead for the foxes? Or, better yet, for the League. I'm sure they'd just love to tear apart a cat like you."
Well, now he was stuck riding this one out. He scowled at himself for picking a fight with a cat he knew was volatile. Still, how bad could it be- The thought was interrupted by the backhand. He stumbled slightly, realizing he had not exactly been standing his ground enough to be prepared for such a hit. Cesare was stronger than he imagined, but it made sense, being that he was trained by the Tsar. His lips twitched slightly at the cats insults. "Oh, yeah? And how do you expect to do that?" He muttered, puffing his chest out to try to make the leggy tom look larger than he actually was. "Glare me to death? Smack me in the back of the head and hope for the best? I ain't afraid of you, Cesare."
Post by Honeystorm on Nov 29, 2018 23:27:59 GMT -5
The tom's claws extended, and he hooked Nera's jaw with them, pulling him close. The tom's attempt at intimidation fell short given Cesare's naturally tall frame, and the fact he was near fully grown by this point, though he had to give the Kadet points for trying, he supposed. "Maybe not, but you should be." The longhaired bengal purred, a dangerous edge to his tone. Truly, Kerrigan would have been wiser to have him trained by some weak nobody, and just watched over him, instead of actually taking him on as her Kadet. He'd watched her closely throughout his training, and had put in the effort to make himself strong. He was arrogant and aggressive, but he wasn't stupid. She had been strong enough to take over for a reason, and in turn, she'd made him strong. And that was her mistake. She could put him on a short leash, but all she did was make him sneakier, and give him the strength to back up his threats.
When the claws touched his chin, there was something that snapped in the tom. His whole head seemed to twitch at the motion, sending a wavelike motion throughout his body. Suddenly, his mind lacked the ability to comprehend what he was saying, lost the ability to comprehend the threat. This was the final straw, a moment in Nera's life that he would be able to point to as a catalyst. His life would be divided into before and after. Such events were uncommon for those who lived a normal life. Minor inconviniences and spats like this meant little to those who were not constantly pushed around, constantly given the short end of the stick. Nera did not fall into such a category, the category of those whose life was perfectly laid out and perfectly normal. He lived a life full of potential wasted and hearts broken, even though he was only a middle-aged Kadet. He was the kind of cat you might expect to snap at some point. Perhaps others had not expected him to snap so soon. He lost control of his body, or at least his conscious mind did. His head pulled away from his paw, before he lept forward. The older tom had not been expecting it, and therefore Nera was able to pin him, to place his paw on his throat.
"Should I really?" The look in his eye had changed as the blood from his chin dripped onto the cat who's body was under his.
Post by Honeystorm on Nov 30, 2018 23:44:53 GMT -5
By all rights, Cesare should have been terrified. In an instant, he'd gone from the victor without question, to being at the mercy of a younger cat he wholly believed to be weaker than himself. The situation was so absurd, the silver tom laughed, his entire body wracked by the force of it, the sound loud enough that it must have traveled half the territory and back. Would it surprise anyone that this was perhaps the first time the royal had ever really laughed, save for a few chuckles at the expense of his clanmates? Probably not.
Eventually, the senseless laughter died, though a manic grin remained on his face, eyes sparking with a psychotic energy. "Do it." He dared, the laughter and amusement still able to be heard in his tone. It was insane, really, to be egging on a cat who literally had your life in their paws to kill you, but Cesare was doing it anyway, seeming to gain some sick form of delight from egging Nera on. He could see the change in his fellow Kadet, and everything in him wanted to shatter the bleeding tom's sense of self even further, until there was no way to put himself back together.
Was he a murderer? This was a question that Nera had never intended to ask himself. Yet, here he was, being urged to end another cat's life... There was a part of him that wanted to, knew that he could. All he had to do was sink his claws into the artery that he could feel pulsing under his paw. It wouldn't be hard... Yet, there was another part of him disgusted that this even seemed to be an option. Despite the sudden fracture of the tom's entire psyche, there was a part of him that was still unwilling to admit that he was a killer, that he was no better than the things he had heard about Cesare. He had to be better than that, no?
He pressed his paw deeper into the cat's windpipe, for a few moments completely stopping the airflow to his brain. The power that coursed through his own blood was invigorating, unlike anything he had ever felt before. Yet, when he could feel the cat struggle for oxygen, he released his grip on his throat. A chuckle exited his chest, before the tom removed himself from the other cat's body. His claws unsheathed as he drew away, never taking his eyes off of the other.
"You made it too easy," he replied in response, his tone much darker than it had been moments ago. "It would have been like taking a moss ball from a kitten."
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 30, 2018 12:57:48 GMT -5
Cesare accepted his death with surprising grace as the air was cut off from his body, feeling his body rebel regardless of his acceptance of not living past the next few moments. So, it was quite the surprise, and supremely disappointing, when Nera's paw lessened it's grip and air rushed into his starved lungs. In his oxygen depleted state, the tom's first reaction was more of that raucous, nearly insane laughter. He covered his eyes, feeling wetness there from the cackles that rang out into the air.
Slowly, the tom pushed himself to his paws, breathless laughs quieting down to occasional fits of deranged giggles, chest rising and falling with the tom's heavy breathing. Cesare stepped closer to Nera, his voice a mere whisper in the tom's ear. His own paws were sheathed, at least for the moment. "You should have killed me when you had the chance." The bengal replied, soft giggling accompanying his words. Nera's psyche might've fractured moments prior, but Cesare had been born insane.
