«««« between love & h a t e

[Wicked]

this is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
fifteen percent concentrated power of will
five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
and a hundred percent reason to remember the name.

.x.-Let me play my little game-.x.

Pawstep after pawstep. When did they ever stop traveling? It was always the same, new land, new terra…and no home.

The rogue she-cat hissed softly, her auds flattened with ill temper. She was a pretty thing, not so much as her sister – her fur was soft grey and cream in coloration; naturally cloud soft. But even she could not hide the scars that only a hard life could grant.

.x.

this is the story of them against us, win or lose
forcin your feet into someone else's shoes.
everybody's got somethin to say;
that we oughta live their way, what were doin's not okay.
in this world, everybody's got a chip on both sides of their neck.
got no respect ; wait up a sec

.x.

She hissed again, louder this time, still bitterly angry for…absolutely no reason. The she-cat had woken up in a foul mood, and she was ready to take it out upon any cat.

Then again, when wasn’t she in a foul mood? Tail lashing in rage behind her, the almost dainty looking she-cat turned her head, bright green emeralds narrowing. Where was she?

“Wither, get your furry butt over here and look at this!”

What has she found? A long dead carcass of another feline, torn to shreds. This served as a warning to the warrior – these lands were not ones they were familiar with; and, indeed quite dangerous.

No matter. Wicked was ready.

.x.

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Gonna be somebody
For anybody tellin me I can't
For anyone who told me I had no chance
I'm tellin you the time has come
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[Wither]

Ohh,
You humor me today,
Calling me out to play,
With your telescope eyes, metal teeth,
I can't be seen with you, freak

"Coming sister!"

Came the small and feathery voice of the short little feline. Her pelt rippled as she ran to catch up with her sister, as she had been watching a ant carry the dead body of a fly back to its' home. She hurried, maybe her sister found something interesting? Then the smell hit her, decay. She wrinkled up her nose and thought instantly of what it was.

With a final bound, she was by Wicked's side, staring sadly at the destoryed carass. Her fine silvery whiskers twitched as she frowned.

"Sister, do we really want to be here..?"

Please don't make me cry,
Please don't make me cry,
I'm just like you I know you know,
I'm just like you so leave me alone

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[Wicked]

“What other choice do we have? What other place is there for us to go?”

Wicked snapped lightning fast, green orbs narrowed and talons unsheathing from their protective coverings instinctively. But then the sheer anger abruptly died, and she gave her sister a comforting lick.

“I apologize Wither.”

She dropped it, saying nothing more as she stared down at the shredded form.

“Wonder who he pissed off.”

[Wither]

Wither was used to her sister snapping at her like that, at other people too, but that was Wicked, and Wicked would stay Wicked. The young she-cat stared idly at the poor creatures' body.

"Someone I don't want to meet."

The image of her sister there instead of the other body rushed into her mind, Wicked protected her, true, but who protected Wicked? She shuttered, and her eyes watered slightly at the thought. Hanging her head, Wither spoke quietly in a small scared voice.

"I'm sorry I'm such a bother."

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[Wicked]

“You’re not.”

Wicked murmured to Wither, sighing softly. She turned her back on the fallen soldier, as her mind labeled the dead cat, tail tip twitching a few times lightly.

“Maybe I wouldn’t mind meeting them.”

A, oh goodness, wicked glitter danced with those emerald flames. Ah, a challenge! She loved a good battle, a good challenge.

“So, sister, where shall we go now that we made it here?”

[Wither]

"I don't want you to get hurt."

Wither couldn't imagaine life without her sister, she loved her with all her heart, but worst of all, she'd be truely and utterly alone.

She lifted her head and removed her ears from the postion of up against her skull at the change of topic. Amber eyes shone as she looked around, so many scents! Where to go...

"Why not look around before deciding?"

She smiled, jumped the body, her crooked tail brushing over the face as a sign of farewell, she begain to run of a hill.

"But we can start with the grassly slopes! Let us see what is over this hill, so get your furry bum up here Wicked!"

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[Wicked]

“Hey, your butt’s furrier!”

Wicked laughed as she left the body of the deceased cat; tail lashing in the air above her as she raced after Wither, laughing with rare good humor. She moved like the forbidden cloud that she looked like – soft and graceful.

But looks could certainly be deceiving, and Wicked lived up to her name – to put it mildly.

Like chain lightning, she quickly was to her sister’s side, ears pricked forward, alert for any signs of danger or, even better, if there were any other cats dwelling in this terra.

…she heard nothing. Scented nothing. Were the two she-cats utterly alone in the desolate place?

[Wither]

"Well you haven't seen yours lately then, have you?"

Wither laughed, and sat on her own furry rump, and gazed around from the top of the hill. So it seemed, that there was no other cat. How disapointing. She scwinted, looking to the distance.

"I see a bunch of trees, some mountians, a waterfall and a wheat field. I wonder if anyone lives in those places?"

She flicked her bend tail, and her stomach growled. She blinked in realization, how long ago had she ate?

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[Wicked]

“Well I, unlike some cats, don’t always sit in front of a reflective surface admiring my good looks you know.”

The fae snorted; resting beside her sister as they two she-cats looked out over the terra. Where to head to first? What terra called to them – would there be a welcoming home for two rogue felas?

No matter. As soon as Wicked heard Wither’s stomach growl – the soft grey and cream cat laughed, batting at her smaller sibling a few times.

“I think your belly’s telling you something!”

There was a teasing tone smoldering her sultry voice, and Wicked flicked her fluffy tail in amusement as she sudden flowed to her paws, racing down the side of the hill like a Cat out of Hell. Her laughter, a rare, unexpected sound, mingled with the sounds of nature hat fluttered so briefly around them.

[Wither]

"I think it is, dear sister."

Wither looked at her stomach, then her head shot up as Wicked left her side. Ahah! Trying to run, are you? She jumped to her paws, and bolted down after her sister, then tripping... Then begain rolling.

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[Xanaphia]

The black and white rogue she-cat happened to be minding her own business on the hill side. When all of a sudden another feline ran past her, catching her by surprise another cat was around. Turning her head to look over her shoulder to make sure the other she-cat wouldn't pose a threat. Xana didn't notice another tumbling down the hill right at her until their bodies collided. Having became a stopper for another cat, she was not too pleased at all.

"Watch what you are doing!" She hissed while pushing the other she-cat off of her and getting to her paws. Although the same could be said to her. So two new cats were around that Xana has never seen before. Hopefully not wanting to pick a fight with the young she-cat.

[Wicked]

Wicked flew to her sister’s side, claws drawn and prepared to sent this little rogue screaming for her mommy.

“Pretty kitty more the fool.”

Auds flattened back completely, tail lashing with pure, seething rage, the mean she-cat readied herself to tear into the cat whom had shoved Wither – green hues narrowed in pure spite.

“I’m going to tear you apart pretty kitty. Scream for me.”

She raised one paw, arching it so to slash it across the other fela’s face.

[Xanaphia]

Xana leapt out of the way before getting a face full of needle sharp claws. Hackles raised and her tail swishing behind her like a slithering snake. Her ears drawn back while looking at the other cat. Their scents familiar makng them sisters in her observation. "Back off. I mean no harm and for the record she tumbled into to me." She said as her own claws unsheathed ready for Wicked to try something.

[Twitch]

Duck...

He wandered into the clearing, acting perfectly normal, but any cat could tell something was up. His white paws? Dipped with blood. His maw? Stained with the life of another. His tail was burnt slightly, as if it had been on fire, but had it been? In some of his paws, he felted little, as the nerves had been burnt off, but were slowly growing back.

Duck...

A wild smile was set on his face, grinning ear to ear. If his smile wasn't disturbing enough, his eyes were. With a close look.. Were those scratches? Pin pricks? Past the surface.. A crazed look entered the factor of disturbing... Now if he had a chainsaw and a hockey mask, he would be complete.

Duck...

Two greenish eyes moved up to the cats on the hill, but focused on the little one they seem to be fighting over. His smile did not fade, no, not at all, but impossibly, it grew wider. Vampire like teeth shone red with the blood coat that covered him, having recently pirced a kits bloodstream, and the red wine tongue lapped at it. Once the kit had been drained dry, what had Twitch done? Walked in a circle on it and settled down for a nap, feeling the tiny bones crunch and crack under his weight, destroying the organs within.

Duck....

The look in his eyes was almost as if.. He was hunting the female. He was, too. She looked like she needed some fattening, as well as a nap on the fire pit. The toms mouth watered, and slowly, he walked up the hill, every movement was shaky and lumbering, like a badger. He did, afterall, had no feeling in his paws, yes?

GOOSE!

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[Wither]

As soon as she hit the other cat, Wither scrambled to her feet, then bowed her head.

"OhmygoshIamsooooosorry...."

Well, then of course, Wicked being Wicked, jumped at the she-cat. Wither hopped away, almost falling, and looked from her sister to the newcomer in desperation.

"Wicked! Stop it, please! It was my fault I hit h--"

What was that? Another cat... But so very wrong. The tom was covered in blood, staining his white fur... Then he looked at them, and focused on her. Even from this far away, Wither was afraid of him. As he got closer, she begain to back away slowly, trembling all over.

"W... W... W-Wicked...?"

The two green eyes that followed her every move, they were hunting her.

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[Wicked]

You don’t want to play my game?
What a shame.
Pretty kitty has no choice.
For Wicked wants to hear your voice.
Your pretty voice scream in pain.
What a shame, what a shame!

.x.

Wicked smiled, well, wickedly, malevolence and a blood tainted beautiful darkness momentarily deepening those green hues as they stared down at strange she-cat; her ear twitching slightly as she scented the approaching tom. She almost bluntedly ignored Wither’s feeble protests – her gaze flitting once from the other she-cat to the tom, her muscles pulsing under that beautiful fluffy coat.

She was ready to take both cats on at once – to tear both of them apart if she had the means. Many a cat underestimated the dainty fluffy she-cat before them – more the shame to them.

[Xanaphia]

Just as she thought the she-cat would get her sister to back off. It didn't seem like Wicked would back off for anything. Glancing at Wither as she backed away, obviously scared of something, the black and white she-cat then noticed the tom. With his white fur plastered with blood and his insane expression. It seemed like he was not one cat to mess with or be friends with. Xana backed up a bit as he was still making his way to them. Not good to have an angry she-cat and a deranged tom in the same area. "I do not wish to find out why he's covered in blood or what he wants." She said, ready to bolt if needed from either cat.

[Twitch]

What was this? His lovely was backing away?

"Now Twitch is sadddd...."

He called, his voice high, then low, like he was both male and female. If it wasn't for the scent he released, no one would know.

"Don't run away~"

He continued to walk, but his pace grew faster. Ignorance is bliss, they say, Twitch did not see nor care about Wicked or the other female, just the small one, his lovely.

"Twitch just wants to play! Don't make Twitch sad! You are awfully pretty."

He pasted a rock as he wandered up to them, and promptly smacked his tail against it, a loud crack was the only sound it made.. Then he laughed. He laughed, and laughed and laughed, his demented voice ringing out.

"Again again!"

He pasted another rock, crack! Surely his tail was broken now? He bellowed in hysterics again, then bounded up a few feet, very close now, very.

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[Kestrel]

|ooc| Whee ^^ Another crazy kitteh has arrived

// Ladies and gents, I give you...FIRE!

The sound of voices drew her as surely as a light draws moths.
Two voices hissed in anger; another rang of fear; another -this the most interesting, in her skewed opinion- sounded twisted.
There is madness here, I believe,
And madness was something Juukai knew well. She herself did not live there, but it was a place she had journeyed to often in dreams.
Those dreams came often, and she awoke from them laughing maniacally, her paws stretched toward the sky and laughing, because in those dreams she had touched true madness.

Juukai stepped into view. She wasn't particularly beautiful, pretty, but not striking...except for her eyes. Those were the color of fire, blazing orange-yellow-red in melted bands, intense and breathtaking as a blast of heat and the pain it brings.
Her fur was short but dense, and it blocked both cool air and warm as effectively as the twoleg's coats of strange material. Scorch marks adorned her tail and the back of one leg, but besides these burn scars her fur was entirely unmarked.
In her mouth she carried a little fragile box, its red and white sides faded. The twolegs would call it a matchbox.

Dropping the matchbox at her paws, tilting her head curiously -and fearlessly to boot- she regarded the four nearby cats with her flame-colored eyes which burned with interest. The crazy tom was trying to break his tail, wasn't he?
Very interesting indeed!
Juukai hopped to stand beside him, her eyes round and bright. A spark of insanity was present in those stunningly colored eyes, but it was well-hidden. Keeping an eye on her precious matchbox, Juukai called cheerfully in her strange way, "'Ello! ...Why're you tryin' to break your tail, crazytom?"

[Twitch]

Eh? Whats this? Another she-kitty? .... sniffsniff.... With fire!

Or fire making things.

Whats the difference?

When she came to his side, Twitch became oblivious to Wither also, being the simple minded psychopath he was. A delightful feeling of warmth spread from his tail, but to the actual sane cat, was just blood and pain.

"Because, sillyshe, it gives me a tingly warm feeling, like filling your belly and being set on fire at the same time!"

He smiled and noded wisely.

Geeze, Twitch needs help.

He wiggled his rump and moved on the spot to face her without lifting a paw. His eyes were wide like a kit being told stories, but that just made him look all the more scary.

"Ah! Fire! The love of me life, a flicker, a fwoossh! And everything turns to ash!"

He yowled, as if reciting lines to the play that is life.

"Fire! Fire! Me dame, me wife! Without beautiful fire,"

His eyes became narrow, a hint of threat in his voice.

"all shall suffer immortal strife."

In a way, his words were true. But he didn't exactly know it. While pondering about what to do on the 23rd of the 9th month of the 12th year of his life, Twitch lifted a paw and thoughtfully began to knaw on it, breaking the skin every so offen and lapping up what came out. But there was a pang of sadness in his eyes, as he could not feel his nips to himself.

I find it safe to say... This tom is a freak.