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Maw twisted in the forms of a malicious smile as Beige nodded at the tom. 'It'd be my pleasure. By the way, the name's Beige. And your own?' Amber ops flicked down at the feline as she breathed. IT seemed to be painful. Wonderful. Beige's claws flexed directly above her neck as he waited patiently for an answer. What the heck, might as well get his name over a blood-bath. Beige's paw was raised above his skull as the tom prepared to deal the fatal blow to the feline. Such a pity that she had wandered onto his lands. But, as was his wont, they were labeled victims when near him. And thus, must die. Pale brown paw came crashing down at the feline's neck, the ivory claws intent on being the end of her piteous life.

The brush and scrubs beside where the two toms stood and the wounded femme lay exploded in a silver flash. Ivory claws, viciously curved and deadly to the point aimed for the pale brown tom of the name Beige. It had been a while since herself and Beige had crossed paths. A long while. Only months before, the silver rogue would have joined the two toms in on the massacre. But that was her old self, the old Neptune. Another was reborn from the ashes. Well, from AshClan to be politically correct. Though Neptune was originally from FernClan, where he brother Dragonheart dwelled, she had attempted the life in AshClan under her former name Pheonixheart. But Clan life was never for Neptune. Despite leaving the Clans, though, she did not go back to her old ways and rather created a new, protective persona. It would be sure to surprise Beige. Claws connected with the tom as he went for the death-blow. Neptune and Beige went careening to the side, tumbling about in a mass confusion of claws and tails.

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"Crimsonstorm." He answered, but only just as the other cat appeared. Even the brown tabby was surprised, but he had kept his guard up. He dug his claws into the brown femme's shoulder, and whispered threateningly in her ear, "You'll be finished later." Crimsonstorm whirled around, and threw himself at the other femme who jumped Beige. The fact he just met the loner didn't occur to him; he was the same kind of cat he grew up to be, therefore he had some respect for the tom. Claws met fur as he brought them down onto the she-cat's flank, emerald ops flashing with the sense of battle.

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Hearing the noises signalling another cat was here made her icey blue ops flick open, wide with fear. Another femme was tussling with the two toms, a femme she recognized from a brief encounter or two not all that long ago. They weren't exactly friendly at those times, but they didn't scowl at each other or anything. Adalia felt like she owed Neptune now, but that would be a matter to think about later. Claws dug into her shoudler, and she whimpered as the tom's breath was warm on her ear as he spoke. The claws left her shoulder as the tom, who said his name was Crimsonstorm, left her and went after the femme. I should try and help her, were Adalia's thoughts. But she lost too much blood to try and fight. So she could only wait until her fate was decided.

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Neptune whirled around almost instantaneously as Crimsonstorm went for her flanks. The silver feline smiled wickedly and sliced at the tom's nose with her own deadly weapons before leaping over Beige. Neptune kicked the pale brown tom as she went past, laughing bemusedly at the rogue's furious expression. It was almost like a dance, except that she was the only one who enjoyed it. Pale green ops glowed with enjoyment as she dodged a swipe of Beige's claws. The silver feline shot forwards and nipped, almost playfully, at Beige retreating when he went to retaliate. It was quite amusing.

He seethed with untold rage when Neptune revealed herself, tackling him to the ground. The pale brown tom attempted every time she neared to make a hit. But every time failed. She had grown swift since they last met. But nonetheless, the muscular femme couldn't beat both him and Crimsonstorm. Beige looked over angrily at Crimsonstorm. HE said it all in his look. Kill her. The pale brown tom whirled away from another attack when Neptune struck. Claws lashed out and sliced cleanly across her neck. It was only a flesh wound, not enough to kill. How unfortunate.

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Emerald audits flared with anger as his nose burned, blood pulsing from the slice. He ignored the red liquid that dripped onto the ground. Glancing at Beige, he saw in the rogue's amber ops that he wanted the femme dead. As soon as Beige's claws left the female's throat, Crimsonstorm leapt at her, his fangs digging in between her shouder blades and her neck.

ooc - sorry, not much of a muse today :/

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Neptune hissed with the pain that lanced across her back and neck as Crimsonstorm's fangs sunk into her shoulders and neck. The muscular feline then tossed herself over, dragging Crimsonstorm with her as she rolled on the ground, slamming him beneath her bodice. The rogue tore herself free from the Clan-cats grip, rolling underneath Beige as the tom had lept toward herself and Crimsonstorm. Unlucky for him that she was by then away from the emerald-eyed tom-cat. Silver fur was painted with streaks of crimson along her shoulders from the wound Crimsonstorm had dealt as the feline heaved herself back onto her paws, standing just beside Adalia. Neptune grinned down at her bemusedly. 'Didn't think I'd see you so soon.' She meowed before leaping forward at Beige again.

The pale brown tom cursed as Neptune rolled beneath him. Beige landed beside Crimsonstorm, whirling around quickly as the silver rogue stood up again. She was putting a good fight so far. But eventually he and Crimsonstorm would nickle and dime her to her demise. He hoped. Beige glanced at Crimsonstorm, muttering, 'Come on, we can take her.' Amber ops flicked forward again just as Neptune launched herself at him. Beige crouched and replied in kind, leaping through the air in attempts to meet her head on. They collided, slamming into each other with paralyzing force. But fell to the ground, rolling in a confused mixture or claws and fangs.

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Growling with frustration, the dark brown tabby speculated as the two collided. Taking advantage of the moment of their confusion, he sped towards them, and lashed out with his claws. The familiar feeling of fur against his claws was enough to tell him that he made a blow to the back of her neck. His mind was far from the other femme who was laying on the ground as he saw her last.

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A smile spread across her maw as Neptune spoke to Adalia. In all honesty, Adalia expected her life to end here. It might, but it might not, by the looks of it now. It was able to swing either way, if she could get herself to her paws. Attempting to get herself up, she failed as she flopped back down. She lost too much bood from her wound on her side; it wasn't a simple flesh wound.

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Another stab of pain, this time more intense, made the back of Neptune's neck burn from the severed nerves as Crimsonstorm's claws tore into them. The silver feline gave a blood curdling yowl and stumbled away from the tom's claws, green ops dialated from the intense physical pain. Limbs were splayed wide as Neptune stabilized herself, managing to remain upright as black dots swarmed her vision. A low hiss emitted from her throat as she glared hatefully at Crimsonstorm. A flash of light brown on her right changed her focus as she reacted to the sudden attack. But the shock from her blood-loss made her sluggish to resopnd, and Beige's fangs hit their mark.

The pale tom's weight forced Neptune to the ground as he clenched his jaw tighter on her shoulder, grinning through the flecks of blood around his maw. She was weakening, he could feel it. Beige erleased her from his grip, but remained standing over her bodice, one paw pressed down on her flank and the other on her bloody neck. Beige grinned wickedly over at Crimsonstorm. 'See? That wasn't so hard with both of us working together.' The concept was still new to Beige, seeing as he normally worked alone. But the rogue liked this tom-cat. He wasn't so bad. Beige flicked his amber gaze back down at Neptune as the silver feline sighed heavily, eyes narrowed and clouded over with pain from her injuries.

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Emerald visionaries stayed on the silver femme for a few seconds, and then flickered back up to Beige. "No, it wasn't," He agreed, nodding. His paws had blood scattered, and the white fur on his muzzle was stained red from the slice on his nose, but he ignored it, not worried about how he would explain the wound to his Clan-mates. Crimsonstorm bobbed his head in the direction of the brown femme they abandoned earlier, after being interuppted with the silver she-cat intrusion. "Do you want to leave her there to bleed to death, or should she be finished off?" He asked, not really caring what is done with her, so long as she dies in the end.

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Beige smiled at Crimsonstorm's agreement. Mabye, just mabye, they could form together in attempts to wreak havoc. Wouldn't that be fun? Muzzle wrinkled against the metallic tang of blood as the scent wafted up from Neptune, the silver pelt dyed a grotesque and sickly maroon from the blood. It made the rogue want to laugh. 'Oh, how pathetic are you now, Neptune. No one, not even your own brother, can save you now.' Beige spat to the side, amber eyes narrowed in disgust at the cat. Flicking his gaze back toward Crimsonstorm, Beige responded, 'Let her be. She can suffer for her death. As for this one,' Pale brown tail flicked towards Neptune, 'You can do the honors if you wish. Or deal her another blow and let them both suffer.'

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Both ideas appealed to the Clan cat. His ops that were once alight with the sense of battle, were unreadable and slightly narrowed, pondering over the desicion. After a moment's thought, he bowed his head to dig his teeth into the femme's throat, warm blood now on his tongue. Crimsonstorm held his grip for a moment or so before pulling away, red dappled on his white maw.

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