Post by Dawn on May 8, 2011 11:43:28 GMT -5
[/color] She cooed gently, steeping out from behind her hiding spot, now barring him from the sweeping expance of his own territory. It gave her imense pleasure to see him wip around and watch as his hackles rose and his eyes flicker, as though he thought he had a chance.
Irkalla plodded along, scenting the air every few pawsteps. She was on an assessment mission for her mother, and she knew better than any cat that Adanna could be anywhere; watching her. The large golden she-cat had a way of staying hidden until the very last moment, so her prey could not escape, and even Irkalla didn't know how she did it.
She stopped then, her black and white pelt sleek and shiny in the sunlight, her light blue eyes narrowed slightly. She was beside the stream that marked the border of PineClan territory, the Clan of her next target; whomever that may be.
How would she play this? Just weeks ago she had been the tree jumper, in preparation for this test of Adanna's. She had leapt down from a tree branch and attacked a... MarshClan was it? Yes, MarshClan she-cat as she and some DustClan queen had a skirmish. She would have finished them both off but reinforcements had come and Irkalla was smart enough to know when to flee. It was one of the ways she had managed to stay alive this long.
The injuries from that fight - for the she-cat had put up more of a fight than she had expected - had healed by now. Good thing too; Adanna didn't wait until you felt better to put your skills to the test. Either you were ready or not.
She set off again, slower now, with her ears pricked. She senced another cat was here and she dearly hoped that it was a Clan cat so she could get the job done and leave quickly. She hated waiting around.
Deciding she was better off hidden from view at first, Irkalla croutched behind a large, flowery bush and waited, her eyes trained on the entrance to the small clearing where she now was hidden. She could hear the sounds of large pawsteps making their way towards her. It sounded as though it was just one cat alone which would make this whole thing a lot easier.
It didn't take long for the source of the sound to reach the clearing; he was a large golden brown tom cat with green eyes, PineClan scent seeping off of him in waves. He looked as though he may be a good fighter, but Irkalla knew how to outmenuver large foes with ease.
She waited until he had bent his head to take a drink of water from the stream, and she sneered slightly at how vulnerable he was making himself. Fool, PineClan would probably thank her for ridding them of this mouse-brain. It would save them from having to look after him.
"Well well well, what have we here?"
Something stalled her for a moment and her eyes narrowed slightly. He looked familiar somehow... but how?
"Leave here rogue, you're not welcome here." He spat, baring his fangs and stepping forward, legs stiff.
That responce... it was so similar... and then it snapped into her mind. He resembled the she-cat she had killed weeks before. They looked as though they were siblings. How ironic. Irkalla smirked and she too took a step forward.
"But I don't really feel like leaving, you see, I don't respond to orders too well. Especially from filthy, mangy Clan cats." She mewed sweetly, sweeping past him and brushing her tail across his muzzle, stepping back quickly as he lashed out at her.
"Tut tut, is that any way to treat a lady?"[/color] She asked, tipping her head to one side with mock innocence. She did wish her mother was watching her now, she would probably appreciate Irkalla messing with this tom's head before she killed him. It was one of her favorite things to do after all.
The tom hissed and leapt forward, claws outstretched. This was not a new experience for Irkalla though, and she easily turned and stretched out a paw, tripping him up as he landed and sending him sprawling in the dust. "Oh come on, is that the best you can do?"[/color] She asked, watching through narrowed eyes as he lifted himself to his paws and faced her once more.
It must be something with this family, she decided. He, like his sister, was too stubborn for his own good. Perhaps if they had been born rogues, they would have been more fortunate. Oh well, their loss.
Irkalla leapt forward and the battle was won within a few moments. Pumaheart was well trained for a Clan cat, but Irkalla had been raised in a family that essentially went by the motto kill or be killed. It was hardwired in her blood for she would never be able to depend on a Clan to protect her from attackers. She would have to do it all by herself.
Irkalla stood over the tom cat, watching through emotionless eyes as he bled out. She would leave him for his Clan to find, they would undoubtedly be searching sooner or later.
Turning, the black and white she-cat plunged into the river and swam strongly to the other side, leaping out and shaking the water from her fur, all blood washed away by the sweepign current. She didn't look back at her victim as she padded calmly back to her family's camp, and from a branch far above the clearing, Adanna smiled.
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