So give me blood, b l o o d, B L O O O D

[{Echo}]

As the cat leaped at her, stealthily out of the shadows, Echo gave a yowl. It was loud, but it was over in a moment. She had her claws unsheathed, leathally sharp, but Yarrow had her paws pinned beneath her. She couldn't move to get a good shot, and Echo couldn't lift her head high enough to get a bite in. She resorted to sharp talk. "What do you want, You stupid furball?" She growled visciously, Eyes narrowing. The cat on top of her smelled like crowfood, it seemed more like a rouge than a loner. It was hard to detect any other scent, but she smelled a similar reek a little farther away. Echo began to move over her fighting moves, remembering one that could probably get her out of this. Giving a smirk, Echo moved her back legs into a sort of revised belly rake. She pushed Yarrow off of her, growling and snarling. "You want a fight?" She spat, fur along her spine beginning to come up as she arched her back. Echo was beginning to regret the descision to be alone, it hadn't been a good idea. The Cazendora lunged at Yarrow, clawing and biting as best she could. She only tasted blood once, momentarily, a quick and tangy flavor.

Words: 214. Hmm..
Comments: I loathe my computer right now.

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[atrb=border,0,true][bg=black] Yarrow laughed, watching the she-cat struggle beneath him. A sly smile resting upon his muzzle, disgusting he was. Smelling of crowfood, along with his partner. He laughed into her ear, giving it a sickening lick. Hex grinned, hoping this plan would go smoothly. His tail flickered silently, ears pressed forward. "What do you want, You stupid furball?" "What do you think my sweet?" the tom let out a chuckle, his words sickening. Gold-amber eyes gleaming in the darkness. Yarrow let out a huff as he was pushed off. He quickly regained his balanced. He hissed, baring his fangs. His tail lashed about, the fur along his spine prickling. He signaled to Hex, who crouched in the darkness, the brown tabby nodded his head, moving along with such stealth. "You want a fight?" Yarrow let out a yowl as his shoulder was bitten, it bled slowly, for the wound wasn't deep. He retaliated with a front-paw strike, bringing his claws at her face. Hex ran from the darkness, aiming his paws at her legs so he could knock her down. It wasn't exactly a fair fight, with the two sly toms against the one she-cat. Though if she got one tom down, she could probably beat the other one easily. "Do you think you can win against us?! We will get what we came here for," Hex spat, his yellow eyes glaring at the she-cat. --- Character; Random loners named Hex and Yarrow. Hex [ brown tabby, yellow eyes] Yarrow [ginger tome, gold-amber eyes] Words; 222. huuut. Completion; Done. Comments&OOC; ...

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[{Echo}]

Echo felt the paw come down upon her, claws scoring her face. She felt blood dripping into her mouth. Her own blood. She growled, ready to lunge, but Hex knocked her to the ground with his strike. Echo fell on her side, but quickly came up again, eyes darting back and forth to see who would do what. "I doubt it!" She replied to the rude toms, leaping onto Hex. She landed beside him, quickly clawing Hex's shoulder. Echo then turned upon Yarrow, attempting to knock him down. She missed by a whisker, tripping on the ground infront of the ginger tom. Echo growled, this time low, deep in her throat. She began to stand, but a wound in her shoulder caused her to fall to the ground again. "I'm not the only one around." She hissed, green eyes narrowing. "There is a cat who has killed many, not very far." Echo wasn't sounding very threatining, bleeding from many wounds. Her shoulder was begining to stop, but the claw marks that Yarrow had made were still bleeding profusely. Echo staggered as she stood, tail swishing as she looked angrily at the toms before her. She wasn't sure how to defeat them, she was out numbered. The she-cat groaned, standing still where she stood.

Words: 213.
Comments: I'm seeing a pattern. Oo

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[atrb=border,0,true][bg=black] Yarrow grinned, watching the blood drip off of her face. He licked his lips, yes these two toms were twisted, but not as much as Abaddon. Hex swiped a paw at her, claws unsheathed, clawing at whatever he could reach. The two just laughed at her, yes they were c.ocky, but they had high hopes. They were so sure that they were going to win this fight. "I doubt it!" Hex spat, swiping at her again, claws scored his shoulder, tearing at it. The wound began to bleed, running down his leg. He hissed at the pain, oh she would so pay for that. She would pay for each one of these injuries. Yarrow laughed as she tried attacking him, but failing. The ginger tom cooed lightly, before erupting into hyena laughter. Oh she was really going to hurt them in that condition. Yarrow snickered, smiling over at Hex who just laughed. "I'm not the only one around." "There is a cat who has killed many, not very far." The two loners looked at each other, oh they knew of the silver tom and his kin, the ones who ruled this area. "Then we'll have to be quick, right Hex?" Yarrow laughed, "You can go first...!" His gold-amber eyes glared down at the she-cat, who was standing up with those wounds. Hex growled, then leaped from his spot, aiming to take her down, and pin her down. They would have to work fast, if he was running around. Hex would make sure to slash at her shoulder. An eye for an eye they say. --- Character; Random loners named Hex and Yarrow. Hex [ brown tabby, yellow eyes] Yarrow [ginger tome, gold-amber eyes] Words; 222. huuut. Completion; Done. Comments&OOC; ...

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[{Echo}]

Echo was pushed onto her back by Hex, falling to the ground with a dull thud. She felt him claw her shoulder again, making a criss-crossed marking on her shoulder. It reopened the other marks, blood began to drip down her leg. "Y..you stupid furballs." She stuttered. Her legs twitched once, to try and make the same movement as before, but she couldn't move much. Echo groaned as she felt the tom's hot breath, turning her face away and trying to get away from that reek of crowfood. It filled her nostrils, and all she could think of was rats. Echo began to squirm, shaking as best she could to get Hex to go away and get off. But she was out numbered, and weak. The she-cat squeaked like a frightened kit as she tried to pull away. "Be quick about what..?" Echo had fear in her eyes as her breath came in quick shallow gasps. Whatever they were planning to do, it was going to happen, and Echo was powerless.

The Cazadora immediatley let out a yowl as loud and long as she could, hoping that by some chance of luck a cat would hear it and come to her aid. Almost right after she had finished, her throat began to burn as if a fire had gone through it, and she swallowed anxiously, trying to get rid of the feeling. Echo shot a weak glare at Hex, eyes half closed. The she-cat fell silent and stopped moving. She had given up.

Words: 255, Woot.
Comments: Yeah..Er..Muse has gone lower. Oo

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[atrb=border,0,true][bg=black] "Y..you stupid furballs." "Name calling won't get you anywhere..." the tom spoke shaking his head, name calling wouldn't get her anywhere. He just smirked trotting close to the two, sitting down he curled his tail over his paws. Oh yes, he was going to watch it. She could call them all the names that she wanted but it wasn't going to help. Hex let out a growl as she squirmed beneath him, he couldn't get a hold of her scruff easily, he didn't want her getting away in the middle of everything. Hissing softly he waited. "Be quick about what..?" She still didn't get it did she? Hex rolled as his as she let out a yowl, his ears flickered back, it wasn't the most pleasant of noises ever. He hissed softly, wanting her to shut up. His prayers were answered when she finally stopped. Oh, she had given up. "Seeing that you have stopped I can explain this...its starts with an r and ends with an ape. I made it easy for you," he hissed before lowering his muzzle to grab her scruff, his paws on either side of her, there was no escape. Finally he started......... -Fade to black..- --- Character; Random loners named Hex and Yarrow. Hex [ brown tabby, yellow eyes] Yarrow [ginger tome, gold-amber eyes] Words; 190....ew. Completion; Done. Comments&OOC; omgz. Echo wuz raped.

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[{Echo}]

Echo's eye twitched. Ooh, Crap.

As it went black, that was the last thing she thought of. Echo woke again to find both the tom's gone, she remained totally still, feeling like she was on fire. Her breath was coming in quick, shallow gasps. The stench of crowfood hung on her pelt as she tried to figure out how much later it was. At least a few hours. Some cat had probably noticed she was gone by now, the yowl she had let out had probably alerted half the clans. Echo tried to stand, her limbs screaming in protest. She got forward s few steps before falling to the ground again. Ow.. Echo's body felt heavy and she lay where she had fallen, feeling horridly sick. She retched a few times, before finally getting out something in her system. She felt no better.

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[atrb=border,0,true][bg=black] It had been awhile, and there were no signs of Echo. Abaddon wasn't worried, but there were some cats out there brave enough to attack Rebellion cats. The silver tom sat in the clearing, it was night time, most cats were already in their dens by down. That was one of the few orders, unless you were night patrol. And Echo wasn't on night patrol. The crimson-eyed fiend raced out of the camp, hearing sounds similar to those of a cat in pain. She-cat. He looked around, trying to pinpoint the noises. By the time he got there, she was already passed out. Abaddon cursed, the reek of crowfood heavy in the air. Those toms weren't so smart. He followed the scent to find two toms cleaning themselves, laughing about an easy catch. This only mad him angrier. He growled leaping from the shadows and in front of the toms, scaring them senseless. They were both shocked, repeatedly going on about doing nothing wrong. "Silence! Which one of you did it?! Which one of you defiled one of my soliders?!" Abaddon snarled, baring his fangs. The two toms pointed at each other. "So you both did it? You filthy...." Abaddon lunged at Yarrow first, knocking him down he made quick work of the ginger tom. The silver tom snapped at the brown tabby who was trying to get away. Abaddon lunged at him, knocking him down. Grabbing his throat the silver cat sank his teeth in, shaking his head he finally heard a snap. Letting go he lick his lips and moved away from the dead bodies. No one attacked his subordinates. He rested in the bushes, watching Echo from afar. He lifted his head up, it must've been a few hours. "You're awake...good...can you walk?" he asked, trotting over to her, making sure to clear away from the puke. --- Character; Abaddon, Adviser of The Rebellion Words; 307 Completion; Done. Comments&OOC; ...Abaddon is a killerz.

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[{Echo}]

Echo's ears had been pointed back. She heard Abbadon approaching her, and they swiveled forward. "I'm fine.." She muttered, Moving onto her stomach to push herself up. Her body felt like she was on fire, she wanted to jump into the lake itself. "Those rotten rats!" She spat. Echo was still swaying on her paws some as she tried to stand, vision still hazy. The she-cat looked at Abbadon. "I'm sorry, I shouldn'tve left on my own." Her voice sounded very apologetic, but she finished it with a groan, coming mostly about her shoulder. Walking had opened up the criss-cross marking again. Echo was feeling dead on her feet, just standing was hurting her horribly.

She smelled death, then realized what Abbadon had done. "Those idiots. They deserved what they got." She spat angrily. Echo clenched her teeth, biting into her bottom lip. She stopped and sat down, feeling weak. This wasn't good. Me, Having kittens? It was just like my mother's birthing. Forced. She was sure that a few or more of the kittens would have serious problems, they might even die. She didn't want that. She didn't want to have kittens. She wasn't right for it. Echo blinked her eyes a few times and swallowed, moving forward again.

Words: 209
Comments: Do I have to roleplay a non-graphic birthing later?

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[atrb=border,0,true][bg=black] "I'm fine.." Abaddon raised a non-existent eyebrow. He wasn't exactly believing her right now, since there was puke on the floor and she didn't look exactly the best. He sneered, looking over his shoulder, their dead bodies were just beyond those bushes, rotting away and filling up with maggots. No one attacked one of his unless they expected to die. Their stench would probably attract some scavengers as well. "Those rotten rats!" "I'm sorry, I shouldn'tve left on my own." Abaddon flicked his ears, "We will be going out in pairs now, seeing as what has happened here." His voice dripped with venom, his cold gaze setting itself upon the dark-colored she-cat. Moving was just making her wounds worse, but she would have to deal with it. Sneering at the thought of one of his soldiers being defeated. "...Jasminesky will look at those wounds, she may not like it, but we should put her to use," he didn't like the idea of having a healer around, but he guessed she would have to do some work, make her worthy. "Those idiots. They deserved what they got." Abaddon nodded his head, grinning. She didn't seem alright. She seemed sick. He sneered, he knew what was wrong with her. She was carrying those fools kittens most likely. "Come, let's get you back to the camp," Abaddon mrowed, they would get her fixed up there. --- Character; Abaddon, Adviser of The Rebellion Words; 210 Completion; Done. Comments&OOC; Whenever you want her to give birth. <3

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[{Echo}]

Echo only managed a few steps at a time before she needed to take a minute, doing her best not to throw up again. The Cazadora continually looked down at her stomach, feeling strange occasionaly pangs. Nothing felt too bad, it just felt strange. Echo had never thought of herself as a cat to ever have children, and she knew how her mother had probably felt. Kittens..Tiny, squirming, bundles of fur and, well, poop. But it must feel good to give life to your home, to help. To make the future more secure. Echo gave a small smile at this thought. Though it had been by force, though she was dreading the moment it would really happen, Echo felt..Satisfied. A little angry she would be taken away from her life as a fighter for a long while, but calm. She gave a contented sigh as she entered the camp. What a story this would make for the other fighters.

Words: 159
Comments: Walnut and Doomsday. How did that happen? xD

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