Darkangel vs. Fallingsky

[Bristle + War]

what would you do if i sang out of tune?

Now now.

Let's not kill anyone too early on in the game...Oh, who are you kidding, Darkangel? This bitch is your enemy, your rival, you hate her. You are being stupid. You've got to kill her, painfully. Torture her. Bane will be proud, Sharpfang will be proud, your Clanmates will respect you more. Bane will be proud...You want that, don't you? Yes.

Isn't it always great when the father chooses favourites in his kits.

The battle was just beginning, sister dearest.

She stepped out onto the battle field, the Rogue Meadow, the home she held so dear to her heart. No no. She wouldn't give this up. Oh no. RisingClan...Darkangel couldn't give a f**k about what they did. They could all die for all she cared. Kestrel, her dear Chasm, Soulless...Hmph. How would Barbwire feel if her sister died at the little cannibal's claws...of course she'd feel good, if she meant to kill her...

Getting all touchy feely now aren't we. It seemed Barbwire and Darkangel had the same little predicament here, 'mixed feelings' about their sisters. Both were in BoneClan with sisters in RisingClan, the whole group of goody-two-tails. Yeah yeah, they're blood related, so what?

I still hate her.

"FALLINGSKY."

Time for some blood to spill blood, yeah?

Her yowl seemed to echo off the grass, the shrubs, the skies. Everything to her was silent. All cats were blurred, all until she found the gray and white? pelt of Fallingsky. It's go time. She caught flashes of gray, flashes of white, but she couldn't be sure of which was her sister's. Her sister. Just like that weak little queen who thought enough of herself to call herself Darkangel's mother. What was it...Honeymist. Ha, Honeymist. The name even implied weakness, honey and mist mixed together.

"Come and fight me, sister! Don't be frightened; death is nothing to run away from. I won't hurt you too much."

That, of course, was a lie.

I won't hurt you too much, sister dearest.

would you stand up and walk out on me?

[Kest]

watch your mouth / because your speech is slurred enough / that you just might swallow your tongue //

Oho, a challenge, is it?
Fallingsky's blue eyes lit with an angry fire. Her claws slid out to grip the earth.
Unlike Darkangel (or like her), Fallingsky's feelings about her sister were simple and uncomplicated: she hated her.
That hatred went way down deep, curled its black roots around one memory and spread from there-- the memory of her mother's murder.
Darkangel's first kill.

Some part of Fallingsky was shocked; she had not expected this. Surely she had expected to by angry, but she had never...no, the emotion that flooded her, swamped her, was far more intense than she would have ever imagined.
She had hoped she could hold onto herself a bit longer.
She'd been wrong.
With one last attempt to reason with herself, Fallingsky gave in to the fury that burned like a dying star inside of her.

The golden and white she-cat stepped forward, head low, eyes narrowed aggressively. That BITCH. was her one wild, fleeting thought; the rest of her inner monologue was wiped away by a furious dark squall of rage. In her mind there was a gale, one that destroyed cohesive thought and obscured all judgement.
Her contempt, her pure, unadalterated hatred of her sister.
Her implacable, unending fury.

She dashed forward and let out a cry to carry down to her sister: "DARKANGEL! Are YOU ready to die yet? I won't be gentle on you, my sister!"
Her voice was distorted, almost slurred. Unlike her fearless leader, Fallingsky could not control the anger in her.

Before her voice'd echo had even died, Fallingsky was in motion. With effortless speed, she charged down the hillside and threw herself at Darkangel, claws fully extended, front and back.
"I'll kill you!" she screamed, lashing her claws at her sister's face.

to the support on the line / and with the way you've been talking / every word gets you a step closer to hell //

[Bristle + War]

what would you do if i sang out of tune?

There.
There. Right up the hill...and now coming down it. Darkangel let out a hiss of satisfaction; this is exactly what she wanted. That's it, she thought, disobey your leader. Come to me. "I'll kill you!" Yes, yes, of course you will, RisingClanner.

"On the contrary, DEAR sister, I will kill you."

As Fallingsky lashed out at the beautiful black face, Darkangel hissed and ducked but her sister's claws slashed her ears, her beautiful ears! Damn it. An ugly scar. The BoneClan Princess rose and hissed, narrowing her eyes with a hatefilled glare. Don't touch my face, sister! she thought, letting out a low growl. I won't have scars over my eye like our father...My father.

No no. There was no way Bane was truly Fallingsky's father, and that bitch Honeymist was Darkangel's mother. And what of Sunsetfire? The little rebel, starting his own Clan? She spat at the mention of his name. Oh, yeah, of course, his heart was so good and pure...The little ass.

"You remember mother dearest, Fallingsky?"

Oh now, this should push some buttons.

"I'm going to do to you what I did to her."

would you stand up and walk out on me?

[Kest]

watch your mouth / because your speech is slurred enough / that you just might swallow your tongue //

Hate. Such an ugly emotion.
And so strong. Fallingsky lost herself in the passion of her hate.

She whirled and darted, her claws flashing once, twice, at Darkangel's face, and a third time for her throat. Fallingsky wasted few strikes; she wanted Darkangel dead, and she wanted it right. now.

"Then GET MOVING, sister!" Fallingsky cried, and there was contempt strong in her voice. "Or didn't your precious little daddy teach you ANYTHING?"

That last thing...that Mother thing...that had stung. Some part of Fallingsky wanted to wilt away from those words, but the gale was up in her head and she knew no reason.
And she thought she had something hurtful of her own to say. Just wait.

to the support on the line / and with the way you've been talking / every word gets you a step closer to hell //

[Bristle + War]

what would you do if i sang out of tune?

Again at the face, Darkangel thought, searing with anger. Three ugly scars across her left eye, just where her father's scars were. His daughter, however, had closed her eyes just before the blow to her beautiful, beautiful face, and his other daughter's claws had not gone through the eyelid. Don't touch my face! But the BoneClan Princess leaped back in time.

"So you and Sunsetfire did learn some fighting moves after you left, after I killed your dear mommy?"

Now how would sister dearest feel about THAT.

"After I killed her...I was just three moons old. Do you know how much our father has trained me now? How intense our fighting sessions were? How long we fought? How sore I was after every session, and the morning after? And then I was forced to do it all again, and on top of that was border patrol and hunting practice. But that's all payed off, sis. That's all payed off, all the pain. Do you know how skilled I am now?"

All the pain that Bane put her through had her muscles toned to be just as strong as his own. Stronger, maybe, than Fallingsky. Stronger, maybe, than a few toms in RisingClan put together. BoneClan was always stronger. BoneClan would always win. Justice would not always prevail, however much faith you had. The world was a cruel, harsh place, but for BoneClan, it was merely a game. Just a fun little game, or a hunting session...and RisingClan cats were the prey. Of course DADDY tought me something, you bitch, Darkangel was tempted to hiss. DADDY taught me more than you'll ever know! She leaped. Claws unsheathed. Teeth bared. Fur puffed out. Eyes narrowed.

Darkangel aimed for the throat with her teeth, while she wanted to hold onto sister dearest on the shoulders with her forepaws and on the flanks with her hindpaws. Perhaps do a little scratching on the belly, just to do some extra damage. Her tail lashed as she was in the air, and all the fighting around her seemed to freeze. All sounds were muted. Just her own heart and Fallingsky's breathing.

would you stand up and walk out on me?

[Kest]

watch your mouth / because your speech is slurred enough / that you just might swallow your tongue //

Fallingsky whirled away just in time; Darkangel's teeth caught the side of her throat, missing the killing blow and instead opening a wide gash.

Fallingsky let out a hiss of pain, moving swiftly sideways and away from her sister. "Quit boasting," she spat, her voice ugly and slurred with rage.
She leaped, slashing her claws downward at her sister's back and side.

"Too bad your daddy's going to DIE!" Fallingsky hurled the words at Darkangel.
"Your Clan's outnumbered, sister; and we have Kestrel. She has very long claws--have you seen them? They're sooo sharp and they're gonna taste your daddy's BLOOD today, Darkangel!"

She backed swiftly away, her tail lashing. She was snarling with fury now.
"HOW DOES THAT MAKE YOU FEEL, SWEET SISTER?" Fallingsky screamed, rushing again for Darkangel's throat.

to the support on the line / and with the way you've been talking / every word gets you a step closer to hell //

[Bristle + War]

what would you do if i sang out of tune?

"Too bad your daddy's going to DIE!"

Darkangel snorted. Yeah, yeah, funny there you little ass. Another short monologue was already brewing in her mind. You see, Darkangel was like her father, she liked to give wonderful, thought-provoking speeches. The sudden pain down her side from Fallingsky's claws helped, but that next thing Fallingsky said...that just blew the speech up to bits.

"Your Clan's outnumbered, sister; and we have Kestrel. She has very long claws--have you seen them? They're sooo sharp and they're gonna taste your daddy's BLOOD today, Darkangel!"

See, that's where Fallingsky REALLY got her sister fired up.

"HOW DOES THAT MAKE YOU FEEL, SWEET SISTER?"

"SHUT UP!"

Darkangel's shriek seemed to echo across the entire battle field. Her tail lashed, and when her sister came at her, the BoneClan Princess screeched wordlessly. A shrill battlecry, one maybe those ugly Twolegs couldn't hear with their underdeveloped ears. She shot forward until she was there. Right there, close enough to just slaughter her. She reared onto her hind legs and lashed out with her front paws. If she could completely murder the little bitch, at least she could leave some ugly scars across her face.

"KESTREL SHOULD NOT EVEN BE MENTIONED IN THE SAME SENTENCE AS MY FATHER! He is the true leader of the Rogue Meadow, he and Sharpfang should rule the entire field! You just don't f**king understand! You don't live with him! You don't see him every day! You're not related to Kestrel, and if you were and were still my sister, I would be ASHAMED to call you such! Kestrel does not know my father! She has no right to accuse him of anything, when she stole our kit! Soulless should be back home safe with Heartless! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, BITCH!"

Her face was screwed up with the pain of such a speech. Tears flowed down her cheeks, and the scratches on her left eye blazed with pain. Darkangel leaped. She wanted to just crush her sister, no, her enemy. Just smash her weak little bones, just blind her. Slash her claws across her eyes, then slowly cut across her throat. A painful death indeed.

would you stand up and walk out on me?

[Kest]

watch your mouth / because your speech is slurred enough / that you just might swallow your tongue //

Pain ripped across Fallingsky's face. She was knocked right off her feet by Darkangel's furious attack; her sister's intensity was shocking.
Fallingsky barely managed to stand and back out of range--another second longer and she'd be dead.
Now she stood, blood dripping off her raw, torn face, holding one paw slightly off the ground.

She was mad with anger. "Bitch! Bitch! It takes one to know one!" she shouted, laughing. She was livid but she was laughing, laughing because she knew it would enrage her sister further.
"You are a GODDAMN hypocrite, you scummy little bitch! You don't know Kestrel! You don't live with her! You don't see her every day!" Her voice was hard and mocking, and she laughed in contempt. "She saved Soulless from becoming a worthless MURDERER like her mother! Like you, sister!"

Fallingsky threw herself at Darkangel, teeth bared, claws fully extended. "I'll rip your pretty little face right OFF, YOU BITCH!"

Her hurt leg buckled under her weight even as she struck her blow, claws curving up to pierce her sister's throat.

to the support on the line / and with the way you've been talking / every word gets you a step closer to hell //

[Bristle + War]

what would you do if i sang out of tune?

Oooh, now, Fallingsky did exactly what she'd wanted to. She'd gotten her sister mad, alright, she'd gotten her FURIOUS. Again Fallingsky's claws scraped across Darkangel's nose as she was leaping back to not be killed. No no, she hissed in her mind, Don't get fired up just because of her, she's just a stupid RisingClanner, she doesn't MATTER! But it was too late, Darkangel's legs had already pushed herself from the ground and she was landing on on the sandy floor just mouselengths in front of her sister dearest.

"I'M the hypocrite now? I'M the one who stayed loyal to my FAMILY, where you are saying all this sentimental CRAP! I'M the one who should have trained Soulless to be a LOYAL, STRONG BONECLAN WARRIOR! Murderer? MURDERER?! Who has Kestrel killed? Who have all you PURE-HEARTED RISINGCLANNERS KILLED?? Heartless is no murderer, and neither is Barbwire! They do not kill every single day! YOU LAY A SINGLE CLAW ON MY FACE AND I WILL TEAR YOU TO SHREDS! Bane will hand your pelt on his den's WALL!"

She leaped. Darkangel's claws were still unsheathed from the previous attack. She aimed for the throat: this was a battle to the death. Blood against blood, Rising against Bone, 'good' against 'evil'. But I'm not evil, Darkangel thought, grinning. I'm just doing my JOB! At this she lashed out, her claws aiming to scratch across Fallingsky's BEAUTIFUL face.

would you stand up and walk out on me?

[Kest]

watch your mouth / because your speech is slurred enough / that you just might swallow your tongue //

Fallingsky was beautiful no longer. Darkangel's claws had done their work well; her face was a mask of blood, stippled with deep gashes. Her next attack drew a line of blood along one cheek.

Fallingsky bounced backwards, spitting. Blood ran into her mouth and she spat it back. "Your family? How could you be loyal to your family when you KILLED OUR MOTHER?!"

She struck at Darkangel's face and whirled away, putting distance between her and her sister. "I do not kill. Usually." she meowed. "Kestrel kills only when she has to. Your kind does it for fun--I've seen it. BoneClan is nothing but WORTHLESS SCUM!"
Her voice rose to a shriek as she dashed forward again, feinting for Darkangel's face and switching to try and hit the throat.
Blood was running into her eyes. Her leg buckled again but held.

to the support on the line / and with the way you've been talking / every word gets you a step closer to hell //

[Bristle + War]

what would you do if i sang out of tune?

Darkangel hissed and advanced on her sister. Anger welled up inside her again.

"Oh, I'm so SORRY, was I too vague? I meant my REAL family, the ones who cared for me and looked after me! Not the worthless little scraps of fur who think that the ones who live in shadows are murderers and assassins!"

She leaped forward in an attempt to wound her shoulder, then whirled back around and skidded across the sandy floor. Her bloody pawprints were splattered all across the place, and she glared forward. Fallingsky. The she-cat whose face she had known as long as she'd known Honeymist's face, Sunsetfire's face. Longer than she'd known Bane's face. The golden and white fur was so familiar it was frightening. And now that face was tainted with blood.

Oh now, what have you done, dear Darkangel? How could you cause pain to your blood sister? How could you hurt her at all? You share the same father and the same mother, though sometimes it is very unrecognizable that you do. How could you even think of Fallingsky being dead at your claws? That's just horrible, even if you did choose different paths, even if you're from different Clans...Clans who are enemies...

"Fallingsky."

She stepped forward just slightly, but not aggressively.

"You have to understand that you think of us in a completely wrong way. BoneClan are not murderers, all of us. That is just an ugly stereotype, like how us BoneClan cats think you RisingClanners are all proud goody-two-tails. You just don't get it, you don't understand me or my father - your father."

would you stand up and walk out on me?

[Kest]

watch your mouth / because your speech is slurred enough / that you just might swallow your tongue //

Fallingsky was nearly shocked out of her rage. The storm in her head died down for a moment.
She lifted her paw off the ground, feeling the pain twinge through her leg and knowing, in some distant, mostly-subconsious way, that it would not hold for too much longer.

The golden and white she-cat watched her sister through blood-clouded blue eyes. Her fur still bristled; although the hostility seemed to have gone out of her sister, she was still suspicious.
"If it's a steriotype it goes two ways, yes," Fallingsky hissed, ready to leap backwards at the slightest agressive move from Darkangel.

She wanted to believe they could be peaceful--this was her sister, and if she was wrong about her then she would hate to kill her.
But she could not forget where Darkangel was from, or the things she had been saying.
No, she thought. No, I could not be wrong.

She's poison.

Fallingsky did not attack. She lowered her guard only slightly.

to the support on the line / and with the way you've been talking / every word gets you a step closer to hell //

[Bristle + War]

what would you do if i sang out of tune?

Darkangel grinned...but she tried to make it a nice grin, a pleasant smile, and as she stepped forward, her narrowed eyes narrowed in a different way - happiness. No cunning or deceit could be found in Darkangel in that moment.

She padded forward until she stood only a mouselength apart at the nose with her sister.

"Fallingsky, I was wrong. I could never kill you."

Darkangel stepped forward suddenly and brushed her cheek against Fallingsky's, then continued on to nuzzle her neck. Perfect, she thought, eyes narrowing in their old way again - but her face was behind Fallingsky's, that eye-narrow would be invisible to her.

would you stand up and walk out on me?

[Kest]

watch your mouth / because your speech is slurred enough / that you just might swallow your tongue //

Darkangel's soft words were unexpected. Fallingsky responded to them automatically, her fur falling slightly flatter and her claws easing slowly back in.
For a moment she stood still, allowing the nuzzle to lull her.

But. But.
A sudden pang struck Fallingsky, a pang that was both feeling and vision--the vision of Honeymist's blood.
The memory of Darkangel's shouting voice and raking claws returned to her in an instant, and she leaped away, fur bristling, claws springing from her paws.

"No! I don't trust you!" she cried.

As she landed, several tail-lengths away, her leg gave way for good. She tumbled off her paws and skidded into the dust, giving a low grunt of suprise.

She looked up, blood blurring her vision. Her face was cut and bleeding freely, especially the deep gash looping around her right eye; one leg was numb and would not hold her weight.
Fallingsky had gone down for the last time.

to the support on the line / and with the way you've been talking / every word gets you a step closer to hell //

[Bristle + War]

_{[Hope you dun mind the godmode, but this was how Fallingsky was gonna die, right? I'll change it if you want ^^]}

what would you do if i sang out of tune?

"No! I don't trust you!"

Grin.

"Good choice, sister."

As Fallingsky fell to the ground, Darkangel laughed. Cruelly, maniacally, but a laugh nonetheless. She paced around her sister, circling her like a vulture. No need to hurry, sister dearest wasn't going anywhere. The Princess's grin was frightening actually, almost Pripyat-worthy. She lunged.

Satisfaction washed over her as Darkangel latched onto her sister; now she had her pinned down. Perfect. Just perfect. She dipped her head, opened her jaws, and saw herself and Honeymist right before her eyes. In MistClan. The beautiful murder of her mother, committed by Darkangel herself. Smile.

She closed her jaws slowly, the warm bloodscent making her grin even more.

Fallingsky was dead.

would you stand up and walk out on me?

[Kest]

she never fixes this / but at least she //

Fallingsky could do nothing.

Darkangel's teeth ripped into her throat, closed inexorably--cut the lifeblood-line in her.
A shudder ran through her and she hissed through gritted teeth.
She could feel blood, hot and wet, in her fur. Pooling on the ground. Her strength was failing very quickly, and she did not bother to try and turn her head to see it.
Her paws were cold. Her heart was still beating the blood from her opened throat while her head spun dizzily and her lungs were starved of blood and lost their power.
"Hunehmu," Fallingsky mumbled, her words lacking any sort of coherence. "Sunsetfi."
Her eyes, already bleary, grew blurrier.

Fallingsky was cold and tired. She blinked, and for a moment it seemed she had gasped out her last breath. But she opened them again and turned their clouded blueness to her sister.
She drew in a straggling breath, the air whistling in her throat. When she spoke, her words were faint and bubbling, but there was force behind them and she made herself understood.

"f**k you, sister."

And then she was gone.

prescribed pills / to offset the shakes //