;-; Tamagachi ;-;

[Blair ;;]

Tamagachi was pissed off already as he ate the prey in front of her. Her belly rumbles once again, her claws unsheathing. She wants to steal it, but she would never be able to. She hears him speak of his mother, and it seemed that she wasn't nice. Tamagachi was going to ask, but she didn't want to. She perked her ears for the sound of any sort of prey..

Of course she wouldn't catch it. She wanted to hiss back at him, but she wasn't going to. He seemed nice... Enough. Her mouth almost watered as he ate the mouse, so she decided to go find something for herself. She perked her ears and listened to the noises around her, intending on finding something.

She heard a squirrel scuttling above, in the trees. She could barely catch anything on land, much less in a tree. She sighed softly, quietly. She didn't want him to know how desperate for food she was.

Tamagachi heard a smaller mouse, much smaller than his had been, to the right of her. She froze, listening. It seemed to be a few feet away from her, and it hadn't ran off even though there was a full grown cat and a.. what would be an apprentice. Right here.

She stalked closer to it and pounced. Much to soon. It wasn't the most graceful of catches, but she caught its tail and ended it's life easily. She purred happily. Her first prey in moons.

And it tastes so good. She doesn't care about the warrior watching her and ate just about every morsel. Mmn.. It was so good. She finished it off and looked up at him, no longer as starving as she was. Her belly wasn't full, but she guessed it was close.. More full than she had been in a while, at least.

"Sorry. I'm just starving, I guess. Haven't eaten in a moon or so."

[Clove]

Thistle shifted his back paws awkwardly. It's a motion normal cats would do with their front paws. However, since he's missing one of his front legs, that's not possible. His tail flicks to the side. He's very annoyed just standing here. He wants to do something. He wants to fight. He wants to tear his sharp claws into soft flesh. He desires to see blood splatter on the leaves and tufts of fur left on bush branches to be blown by the wind. He lets out a sudden growl that even startles him somewhat.

He slams his body down on the ground in front of the squirrel. He tears it apart in vicious bites as if he's still trying to kill it gruesomely. He finishes the satisfying creature quickly. His belly no longer feels as empty. He actually hadn't had much food for a while. He didn't dare admit it. The prey had been weirdly scarce. Maybe it was just the area he was prowling. He licks his bloody jaws off and sits up. He wants more. Just one more. He glances at Tamagachi with an emotionless expression before watching the branch where a bird is about to take off.

His dull, murky green eyes seem to glow now. He digs his fore-claws into the grass and dirt. He sheathes them and rises up on his hind legs. A gust of wind blasts his brown pelt. He keeps his ground. Because of how hard it is to stalk and pounce even with practice, he taught himself this move to catch birds mid-flight. Lucky for him the bird flutters just low enough. With a little bounce he rises up some. His claws catch the bird. He throws it onto the ground and breaks its neck. He finishes the piece of prey off with a few bites.

The tom's ears perk up. He hears a growl from near a bush and hisses in response. It's some sort of reflex that often gets him into trouble. He steps toward the bush like a mouse-brain. He likes to think he's fearless. He tenses, waiting for the creature to show itself. A small fox materializes. Thistle's nose twitches from the sickening scent. He opens his jaws and takes a good, long breathe. A smell that had not been there before. Perhaps because the wind wasn't blowing in his face from that direction before.

There's a thunderpath a slight distance from where Thistle stands in the direction the young fox came from. The thing looks much too weak to be on its own. He can smell milk. The disgusting creature's mother was killed by a monster. There's a blood scent that the wind has blown into him. He fluffs out his fur to look menacing. He lets out a powerful hiss, unsure what to do. The fox will die without its mother anyway. Why risk trying to kill it when he doesn't know how much power to expect? He knows adult foxes are nearly impossible to fight off. He's not familiar with fox kits though. It's surprising with the fact you would think he's been a rogue long enough.

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[Blair ;;]

Tamagachi saw the large fox and thought back to the recent flash back her mother had told her. Not to go near it. That voice of reason echoed in her head. But, it would grow up. She could tell this was only a fox pup. It would grow up and it would have more children, and more for Tamagachi to worry about. Not today, she thought. She wasn't going to let this little fox invade any territories, or was she going to allow herself to die when she attacked it. The words not to go anywhere near a fox, especcially a full grown one, echoed in her head. She ignored them as she pounced onto the ginger colored thing.

The fox was un-expectant to the apprentice known as herself. It had been watching Thistle, waiting for him to strike. It probably didn't even know that she was there. It was boiled over, and she let out a threatening snarl, her claws unsheathing and clawing at the fox. She bit into its neck much too soon, and she was thrown off, her own blood splattering all over the leaves and the rest of the forest. Her hiss echoing through wherever they were. But she knew that she was unable to give up. Not here, not now. She was going to keep this fox and kill it and eat it, and it would be a perfect peice of prey for her to live on for days, weeks, months. She purred in content at the thought as she tackled the fox once again.

This time, the fox had the upper hand. It clawed her pelt until it was messy with blood and white fur was on the ground, and she moaned in pain. She tackled it again and bit into its fur, her eyes closed. The fox pup yelped and ran back. It was obviously barely old enough to live without it's mother. But it was taught well. It re-tackled her, but she boiled it over yet again, her claws reaching its own and clawing so hard that it was probably reaching a major vein. She bit into its back left leg and she heard a sickening SNAP!

But it wasn't sickening to her. It meant the fox couldn't walk. It was moaning in pain again and again, looking down at its paw, unable to move for a moment. It seemed to be yowling. And Tamagachi took this moment to attack it; easily, she boiled it over and bit into it's neck ever so harshly that it was now dead, limp and lifeless against her teeth. She thought about her mother for a moment, and her own brother who had taught her to fight. They would be proud of her own first big prey.

[Clove]

Thistle had jumped out of the way when the other cat decided to attack. He had no intention of helping. Why should he? This cat obviously doesn't need any help, nor would she want it probably. He watched blankly as she fought. He slicked his fur down with his tongue. He had gotten somewhat dirty hunting. He didn't really care much, it was just something to do. He stared at the movement of the young fox. He examined Tamagachi's fighting moves, wondering if she knew anything he could learn. He doubted it, but he didn't take his eyes away.

He was amazed the young cat won. Of course the fox was young though. He really didn't know what to expect. He pondered stealing a chunk from the fox's body. He wouldn't normally eat something like this, even if he found it dead. His ear twitched as the bushes rustled. He hoped for rabbit. He padded over and waited. He hardly bothered to use scent when sight and hearing came to use. He was obviously surprised when another small fox jumped out. He acted instantly. He latched onto the fox's side with his fore paw and started kicking into its tender stomach. It squealed as its blood drizzled on the leaves.

His claws unlatch as it breaks into a run. He expects it to pounce him, and it does. He darts to the side, avoiding its small but sharp teeth. He bites down on the flesh. He's satisfied by the fox kit's pained yelps. He drags his claws over the shoulder. Its body squirms beneath him. He lets go and the animal is dazed for a moment. Thistle rolls on his back as the fox kit lunges. He claws open its belly with his fore-claws. The creature surprises him when it whips its head around and snaps at him. He feels blood trickle down his side. He screeches. He fluffs up and hisses menacingly. The fox seems shocked and stares at him.

The brown tabby tom decides to use the opportunity. His amber eyes shine with excitement. He rushes the fox. It bites, and Thistle feels fur ripped with flesh off near the base of his back leg. He bites down on the fox's foreleg and wrenches it to the side. The fox gives out a loud yelp and falls to the ground. Thistle takes the fox kit's already short life with a tear of the neck. He backs up and examines his prize. Feeling the twinge of his wounds, he turns and licks away the blood. His heart is still beating rapidly.

[Blair ;;]

Tamagachi only watched as the cat began to attack the fox, and she silently wondered if she had looked like that. He was certainly not fearless, as he had claimed he was. He seemed scared of of his mind, but he continued to fight. It was good fighting, and this must had been a stronger fox. Or else it wouldn't have put up much of a fight, like the own fox she had taken on had. Or was she just better at fighting? She pushed the thought away. Her blood coated white fur was annoying her. She licked the blood away, and soon she found the worst gash was in her side, where she had seen all the blood. It wasn't even that bad, actually. The only one that really mattered. She looked back at the fox cub she had killed.

Silently, once again, she wondered where the mother was. She smelt milk on them and she could tell that the mother must have already been dead. Poor things. She wanted to wallow in pity for them, but for how ugly they were, for attacking her, she didn't believe that they had deserved it. It was only two, anyways. She could tell there were no more coming after her and Thistle. Tamagachi also wonders if she should eat the fox. I mean, it was a good prey and everything, but she felt that she would be crossing some sort of line eating it. Especcially a baby one. She shivered at the thought of someone eating a baby bird or something. She sighed softly, then stood. Her joints felt fine. It was oddly easy that she had attacked and without hesitance won against this fox.

"I'm glad I didn't die or anything." Tamagachi joked towards the other cat, a soft laugh in her voice, her tail lashing slightly. Her tongue rasped over her whole body as she yawned softly. She loved the feeling of fighting. It felt so good, the adrenaline, wondering if you will make it out alive, in time and not to die because of it.

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[Clove]

Thistle lapped up his own blood. It tasted strange on his tongue. He hadn't been in a good battle that drew blood in a while. He could still imagine the fox's fur ripping. He could still taste the sharp and rather undesirable taste of the young fox's blood. He wondered if he should make sure the mother fox is actually dead. He was pretty sure of it though. He didn't think there was a point.

He lifted his paw to see a snatch of bright red fox fur stuck to his claws. He grabbed the bit with his teeth and eased it out. He dropped it to the ground. A breeze rushed by and carried the strands away. Thistle stood slowly, testing his limbs. His back leg twinged with pain, but he was used to pain, being a rogue in all. He'd gotten into a fair share of bloody battles even if there has been a hiatus on aggressive cats and such. He walked toward a bundle of bushes. He parted some of the small branches and took in scent. Once again the repulsive fox scent, clearly an adult, accompanied by blood and milk filled his sense. He nodded.

His ear twitched. He turned and saw a bird had landed on the bushes. It seemed oblivious to his presence. He was frozen for a moment. He waited. Did he want a bird? Well he really wasn't that hungry. Perhaps he could save it for later. He bounced up from his hind legs, wining slightly at the wound, and he extended a quick paw. His claws caught in the bird's flesh. He pulled it down and killed it. He dug a hole discreetly and buried his prize.

Remembering the young she-cat nearby, he turned around. Her voice was in his ears. He had the mad desire to claw her throat out. She would likely put up a fight, but most cats did. He felt angered for no particular reason. His claws were still out from his attack on the bird. They twitched, already eager for another battle. He wouldn't want to test his luck. He rarely crossed paths with a young cat, especially a she-cat, that put up so much fight. The fox proved that to him. He scowled with frustration. He wasn't amused. He wasn't a cat that had humor. He found it was just away to deal with certain experiences. He found it cowardly and irritating when it came from others.

Without much emotion in his gaze, the brown tabby tom just stared at her. It would've been better if she died. Then again, he probably would've ended up fighting two fox kits instead of one. He might have died. He wasn't afraid of death, but he preferred being alive to put cats in their place, along with other creatures. Those foxes would have went down with him for sure. No way would Thistle have given up, even bleeding all over. He was somewhat exhausted, but he wasn't about to admit such a thing. He wouldn't want her to think she could overpower him. Anyway, he remained alert enough.

"Anything meaning a wound that would disable you to an extent?" He meowed with boredom, pointedly standing in a way so his side where the leg was missing was in her vision. He smirked.