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Post by + Moonie + on Jun 26, 2008 12:32:36 GMT -5
It was a lovely day for a stroll through Lightcat territories, really. Once one got past the gray clouds, slight drizzle, and the wind that was just strong enough to be annoying -- oh, yes, it was just the best day ever. Silverrain sighed, flattening her ears against the wind that was tugging at her fur and pushing it in all the wrong directions. Of course the Clan needed to be fed; it was just that, days like today, it was too bad that prey couldn't just appear in the fresh-kill pile. Or something.
The moors were more deserted than usual, too: it seemed that anyone who could stay inside was planning on doing just that, at least until the drizzle went away. Unfortunately for Silverrain, this meant that prey was scarcer and harder to catch than usual -- which was probably why she had made only one catch, a rabbit that was too slow and stupid to run, since she had left camp a couple hours ago.
It was, of course, the fault of the fog and drizzle -- muffling her senses the way they were -- rather than her own. Still, it had clearly been nothing more than sheer stupidity with a healthy dose of masochism to come out and attempt to hunt today, especially without a patrol to back her up. Maybe if there had been five of her, she would have caught something more, Silverrain thought. On the other hand, she was also too wrapped up in her own self-pitying thoughts at the moment to notice that a mouse was scrabbling around for food not four feet away. The lack of attention she was paying to her surroundings was probably the real problem, far more than the rain or the fog.
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Post by Brave on Jun 26, 2008 16:46:43 GMT -5
The rain was welcoming, in a way. The rhythm of the droplets hitting the ground was a welcome distraction from the numerous plots running through Shadowracer’s head. Her coat was now thoroughly soaked, though it had been dry when she’d started out, but the weight of the water wasn’t too heavy a burden to wear. Besides, there was no reason she needed to scare her current quarry by shaking her pelt free of the droplets plaguing it. Not when she was so close to the kill.
Silverrain had left camp early that morning to go hunting, and Shadowracer had followed behind. Originally Shadowracer hadn’t intended for Silverrain to turn into her newest target, but after seeing her fellow warrior blunder through almost two hours of hunting and turn up with only a rabbit, Shadowracer had decided that it would be for the best to add another notch to the tree. After all, it wouldn’t be much of a loss when Silverrain died. SpringClan needed strong warriors, cats ready to accept the change that would come when Shadowracer ascended to her rightful position as leader. Shadowracer knew that Silverrain would not be one of these cats.
The fog that had come with the rain was almost a blessing from StarClan, but since StarClan probably was appalled at what she was doing right now, Shadowracer knew it was probably pure luck. Whatever the case, the fog and the rain made sneaking up on Silverrain a simple task, and Shadowracer was almost disappointed in how easy this hunt was turning out to be.
Almost.
Shadowracer’s luck took a turn for the worse when suddenly a rabbit sprung out of a bush, startled by the close proximity the she-cat had to it’s shelter. The blasted thing crossed right in front of Silverrain’s path and, cursing to herself, Shadowracer ducked behind the bush that the prey had originated from, hoping that her fellow lightcat wouldn’t spot her and ruin the hunt.
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Post by + Moonie + on Jun 26, 2008 20:57:24 GMT -5
It almost seemed like the rain was falling harder, all of a sudden -- decidedly not a good development. Of course, she was soaking enough already that it was kind of hard to tell. This just meant that the smart prey was even less likely to emerge from their nice, warm, comfy, happy dens than they had been before. Way less likely, unless they were masochists or something, which she didn't think was possible since it wasn't like they were intelligent or anything.
Rabbit! Silverrain jumped when it ran out in front of her, but was too slow to actually catch the stupid creature, so the chase maybe there was a family of rabbits or something, just waiting to be caught. Unlikely, maybe, but still theoretically possible if she was really lucky --
Silverrain paused mid-action, frowning at the bush that was a short distance to her left. She could have sworn that she had seen movement of some kind -- and relatively large movement, too, cat-sized at least. Frowning, the she-cat took a few steps forward to peer around the bush. And indeed, she had been right: a familiar tortoiseshell cat was standing there, oddly enough. "Oh, hello, Shadowracer," Silverrain said, giving the other warrior an odd look. It was perfectly logical that the tortie she-cat would come out to hunt, probably for similar reasons as Silverrain had. Only, most cats didn't duck behind bushes rather than greeting their Clanmates.
[Sorry for the crap roleplaying. Sueness zaps muse. DDx] |
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Post by Brave on Jun 27, 2008 0:46:45 GMT -5
Shadowracer was very tempted to kill the other she-cat right then and there.
It wasn’t the odd look that Silverrain was giving her, nor was it the friendly greeting that was interjected into the silence of the moorland. The temptation sprouted from Silverrain’s easy manner, and Shadowracer could tell that if she were to spring right then in an attempt to rip out Silverrain’s throat, her fellow warrior wouldn’t put up too much of a fight. The rain would wash off the blood after all, and no other cat from the Clan would be out in this weather attempting to hunt in the moors….
Shadowracer’s claws dug into the ground impatiently as she imagined the death of Silverrain, and it took every ounce of willpower she had not to jump Silverrain right then and there. No, she would savor this kill… StarClan only knew when the next perfect opportunity would arise.
“Hello, Silverrain,” Shadowracer purred. Her voice sounded strained even to her own ears, and she silently cursed the bloodlust that was driving her onward. Clearing her throat, Shadowracer tried again. “What a surprise to see you here.”
Small talk wasn’t working. Kill. She wanted to kill. She’d stalked and she’d waited… Now that her cover was blown it was the time to strike! Shadowracer resisted the urge to pace as her mind scrabbled for a solution to the problem she faced. When nothing came to mind in the first two seconds, she decided to wing it.
“Look! Over there!” [/b] She cried, snapping her head to the right, looking just past Silverrain’s shoulder. “What is that?”
Oh, she hoped Silverrain was this stupid, she really did. When her fellow lightcat turned, it would be the chance of a lifetime.[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by + Moonie + on Jun 27, 2008 13:14:08 GMT -5
Yes, the rain was definitely coming harder -- it had morphed from drizzle to approaching a downpour. Ugh. Unlike certain crazy Suncats, Silverrain did not appreciate the delights of getting wet, no matter how hot she had been earlier in the day. And the downpour meant mud -- lots of mud -- which meant lots of time spent attempting to get it out of her pelt later in the day. Joy.
"Hello, Silverrain. What a surprise to see you here."
Shadowracer's voice jerked Silverrain out of her thoughts. The she-cat sounded a little strained, but Silverrain wasn't comfortable enough to ask what was wrong; it wasn't like they were close friends or anything, after all. "Yeah. It's too bad I didn't see you when I was leaving; we could have come out together."
Suddenly, Shadowracer's head jerked to the side in apparent astonishment. "Look! Over there! What is that?" Taking a warning from the startled tone in the other warrior's voice, Silverrain spun around, her eyes scanning the area -- although due to the thickness of the fog, "the area" wasn't all that big. Seeing nothing, she half-turned back. "Shadowracer," she began. "What--?"
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Post by Brave on Jun 29, 2008 18:04:21 GMT -5
Shadowracer resisted the urge to snort when Silverrain proposed the idea of them hunting together. Normally hunting alone due to the amount of blood she tended to spill during her hunting trips, Shadowracer wouldn’t have thought twice about refusing the other she-cat had she asked. Though by Silverrain’s performance today, Shadowracer was almost certain that a majority of the cats in SpringClan would have refused the query. In the rain and the fog you needed a cat that was able to work with you, not against you. Save for the rabbit that she had startled earlier, Shadowracer didn’t scent anymore prey in the area. Silverrain had probably scared everything on the moors with her earlier antics.
When Silverrain turned to look over her shoulder, Shadowracer almost lost her composure. It was most probably the oldest trick in the book, and Shadowracer wondered if Silverrain had ever paid attention as a kit when she played pranks. When the other cat is looking over their shoulder, you pounce on them. It was standard knowledge. Do not look over your shoulder when someone directs you to.
Of course, Shadowracer had to pride herself on her acting. It had taken her moons to perfect as a kit, moons of hard work and practice, but it had all paid off in the end. After all, not a soul in SpringClan suspected Shadowracer for the death of her father did they? Silverrain seemed to be much more gullible than her sire though, and Shadowracer wished that this hunt had been more difficult.
“Shadowracer, what –-?”
When Silverrain started turning back, away from the endless sea of fog in front of her, Shadowracer took it as the cue to begin the finale. Taking a few rapid paw steps forward, Shadowracer gained enough momentum to jump onto Silverrain’s back, her claws digging into the silver fur that met her pads.
It was down to the final seconds, and Shadowracer could felt a small amount of remorse at the prospect of Silverrain’s death. It wasn’t as though the she-cat deserved to die; she hadn’t done anything to harm Shadowracer after all.
All regret vanished when the scent of blood wafted into her nose, and with a growl of triumph, she prepared to deliver the killing blow. |
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Post by + Moonie + on Jun 30, 2008 14:12:53 GMT -5
Clearly, Shadowracer had seen something that Silverrain had not. Yet when Silverrain turned to ask her companion what it was, she saw rapid movement out of the corner of her eye. And then, suddenly, there were claws digging into her back.
The silver tabby let out a startled yowl when she felt Shadowracer's weight press down on her. Without warning, the tortie she-cat had landed on her back -- and Silverrain could do nothing but struggle and make a lot of noise. If she was really, really lucky, someone else might be out on a day like today, but her luck hadn't been all that great recently -- and besides, most of the rest of the Clan was probably smart enough to stay inside when it poured.
So basically, she was screwed.
"What are you -- doing?" Silverrain panted over the drumming rain. "Is this -- some sort of joke?"
[For the record, Shadow can go ahead and not answer that. xDD] |
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Post by Brave on Jun 30, 2008 15:22:00 GMT -5
Silverrain was making a lot of noise. Normally Shadowracer hated it when her prey put up protest as she was killing them; the irritating chatter always grated on her nerves. Today the startled yowl didn’t anger her, but instead served to fuel her forward, making her desire more than ever to strike the final killing blow to the pathetic she-cat writhing under her claws.
“What are you – doing? Is this – some sort of joke?”
Shadowracer snorted when Silverrain voiced the question. The she-cat was more naive than Shadowracer had initially thought, still clinging to the small hope that all SpringClanners were good, that there wasn’t a cat in the Clan that would kill another in cold blood. Hadn’t the lightcats learned that you could trust no one when Lost had defected to StealthPack? Shadowracer had learned her lesson long before the traitor left inside the comfortable nursery of SpringClan. Mentally, she made a note to teach it to the rest of the lightcats when she took Seastar’s place. It was up there with teaching her fellow Clanners to obey orders without question and imparting her knowledge of murder into the daily training sessions.
The hunt was over when Shadowracer delivered a swift bite to Silverrain’s neck, severing the carotid artery with her long fangs. When the silver she-cat had ceased breathing, Shadowracer extracted her claws and gracefully jumped off of the corpse. Already the rain was washing away most of the blood surrounding her, and she turned her face upward toward the sky, letting the droplets of water wash away the tell-tale crimson from her muzzle.
It was done; she had killed Silverrain. Shadowracer felt a satisfied grin pass over her face as she looked back at the late SpringClan warrior. This would be the beginning of a beautiful career, and the dark warrior looked forward to the coming hunts that were awaiting her in the next few days.
Placing Silverrain’s body under the bush, Shadowracer made certain that the silver tabby wasn’t visible to passersby before heading back to SpringClan’s camp. When the sun sank down behind the horizon and darkness swept over the moors she would return to the scene of the crime…
Then the real fun would begin.
OOC:
Silver: Is this –- some sort of joke?
Shadow: Why yes, it is.
Silver: I love jokes
Shadow: …
Silver: Do you enjoy jokes too, Shadowracer? I heard this one joke about a kittypet crossing the -- gacck D8”
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