Reaping with a bloody Scythe...

[Wolfwings]

I want to rip you to pieces...and bathe in your blood...

The many colored femme stalked the outskirts of the territory. Her fur the colors of dried blood and soaked earth over an innocent white background. Firey red hues scorched everything that she turned her gaze to. Exhausted and maddened by starvation, she prowled the edge of the scent markers, looking for prey. Careful to keep her paws out of the unfamiliar land, she crept in continuous circles, waiting for some form of prey to make a mistake.

Finally, after much pacing, she spied a rabbit. It was a soft-bellied cottontail, nibbling idly on some late summer clover. Her stomach clawed at her insides, the very smell of the rabbit was enough to excite her. Despite her desperate belly, she kept her wits about her and approached slowly. Her long tail hung in thick swaths of dark and luxurious fur. As she came within striking distance, she unsheathed her claws and stooped very low. The fire that blazed in her eyes was fanned rapidly by the nearness of food and she smiled nastily at the prospect of the kill.

Suddenly, she leapt, and came down on her prey with a vicious slash. Scythes erupted from her paws and dealt a lethal blow. Relishing the feel of the blood on her fur, she grabbed the rabbit by the neck and thrashed her head from side to side, breaking its spine slowly and painfully. Satisfied with her kill, she let it fall to the dirt and then set into devouring it. Blood was thick in the air, as Scythekit reaped the rewards of her skills...

[Bane]

He's near.

The large brute's breath had quickened, his sides heaving scarily as the shadowed tom crawled within the shadows of his domain. His single emerald orb was wide, unusually wide as he frantically searched the loam, expecting some demon to appear and attack him at any moment. His movements were swift despite his large size, yet filled with unusual fear.

Then.

Bane stopped suddenly, his muzzle lifted high into the air as his nose twitched, his ears swivelled and his white orb appeared to turn in it's socket. He smelt another. A female

Fool! Worrying yourself over a little she-kit. Save your energy for him.

Bane closed his eyes and lowered his muzzle, breathing in heavily, then slowly relaxing his body. His movement became slower, as he crept through the undergrowth, following the scent of fresh blood. And there, he found the she-kit.

"You killed that by yourself? Impressive."

He spoke in a manner that suggested he wasn't totally concentrating on the she-cat in front of him - he didn't look directly at her, but to the undergrowth behind her. Smoothly, the tom lowered to a sitting position.

"What's your name, kit? And what do you plan on achieving by trespassing on my land?"

He would have spoken harsher words, yet young she was, and Bane had little energy to be in such a manner. As the impending war drew nearer, his mind became filled with more thoughts, his sleep became more disturbed. At the moment the tom could do with as many new recruits as possible, should he plan on succeeding in this war.

You will succeed! You... we shall hold reign across this whole godforsaken territory, and don't you ever think otherwise!

A sharp twinge travelled through his head, like a dagger stabbing him directly between the eyes. Yet nothing upon the king's collected face showed it. He was going to succeed, lest he wanted his life to be slowly evaporated from his body.[/size]

[Wolfwings]

You dare to interrupt my bliss...

Scythekit momentarily lifted her head from her kill, craning her neck around to see the identity of the voice. A large black tom with numerous scars stared back at her. One of his eyes was slashed and blinded, a tribute to a hard life no doubt. She eyed him warily, wanting to protect her kill, but no fear passed through her eyes. This young she-cat was not afraid of anything.

"The only thing I wished to gain was a meal and I am NOT on your lands!" she said defiantly. "I purposely kept just outside of your foul scent markers..."

She drew herself up to her full height, which was impressive for a kit, intensified by her wild fur. Her fire-red eyes boared into his gold and milky ones. This kit was not about to put herself into unecessary danger, but neither was she about to back down...

[Bane]

"That may be so, but that rabbit you caught was most definitely upon my land. You are eating prey belonging to us."

Bane spoke in a calm voice, not fearsome at all. Despite his accusation, he seemed not to care about the she-kit and her notions. Well, not necessarily true. He was interested in her.... she seemed like decent BoneClan material.

"Tell me your name, kit. You are not part of a clan, correct?"

He asked with true interest, for currently BoneClan numbers were the most important thing to him.[/size]

[Wolfwings]

Death by blades is in your future...unless you can convince me to spare you...

The young femme kept her claws unsheathed. She was not taking any chances with this tom. His very aura reeked of bloodshed.

"My mother called me Scythekit, that is until I killed and ate her..." she replied, a malicious smirk on her face. Every word of it was true. "Clans are for sissies who can't take care of themselves...I was only part of one by birth and now it's destroyed..." "Why do you wanna know?" She hadn't divulged her full history to Bane because she felt it was uneccesarry at the time. Though she really had eaten her mother...and most of the rest of her family...

[Bane]

Killed and eaten her mother.

At that, a vicious smile crawled upon the majesty's lips. This little she-kit, she sure was interesting. Bane kept his cool gaze upon her as she spoke bitter words of the clan, and gave a small purr at her words.

"Agreed, yet my clan is no ordinary clan. Tell me, Scythekit, do you enjoy the thrill of the battle, the bittersweet taste of blood upon your lips?"

He asked, knowing full-well how well Scythekit would fit in alongside Heartless and her kits.

"For I could have you trained by the best assassins in these parts, in turn helping you feed that thirst."[/size]

[Wolfwings]

A new sheath for my blades...

Scythekit pondered this for a moment. She was not exactly excited to be part of a Clan again, no in fact she rather hated the idea. Although what he said was veru intriguing. They could teach her to be an even better killer...now that sounded worth the agony of Clan politics.

"I'll admit you've caught my interest...but what are the conditions to this arrangement?" she said skeptically. "I'd love nothing better than to learn how to torture and kill, to feed my need, but there must be a catch somewhere..."

[Bane]

A catch? Hmm... this she-kit was wise to think of such things. Bane gave a short nod, and smiled.

"I ask only that you serve me well, that you train hard and fight under me as hard as you can. In turn for that, I shall seek for the safety of your life, to feed your need, and train you to become the best among these lands. I think it's a good deal, if I do say so myself."

It was true, Bane wanted only loyal warriors, particularly at this crucial time for BoneClan. It was a wonder they had yet to be attacked, but that didn't mean they could relax. This oncoming war... BoneClan's future would depend on it's outcome.[/size]

[Wolfwings]

The blades are put away...for now...

Scythekit smiled rather darkly. This arrangement would benefit her in every way possible. She liked this tom already. He was a lot like her...

"Sounds like something I can live with." "So, where to...and what is the name of my leader?" she asked, her blood-colored eyes glinting with evil desire.