Ordering take out

[Neko]

Looking towards the sky, tinted with the beginnings of night, I stared out onto the empty camp. I rolled my red eyes, finding it weird to be surrounded by nothing. Normally I had cats to beat up, order around, kill for my amusement. I was the only one here. I yawned, finding it tiring to just lay around all day. There wasn't even a good amount of butterflies to chase me around. I found a rare find the other other day, a kittypet, who was just asking to be killed.

I did the normal, taunt her, watch as she cried, killed her cause I got annoyed with said crying. It was boring, and she wasn't even a tasty meal. I wanted to get some members, so I could finally train them to start the plan to take over those stupid measly cats. ThunderClan first. Those noble morons won't know what hit them. I was in a alley, or Blood Alley as cats have fondly nicknamed it. I was on the dumpster that I named Moe. Moe was nice. He had many family members. I couldn't just get through his brother's and sisters without falling asleep. It really wasn't surprising that there was no one in BloodClan, but soon, I would have a bunch of idiots crawling everywhere, and I'll probably have to disipline them.

I can't stand when cats don't follow orders...maybe it's a pet peeve of mine or something. Who knows anymore. I yawned, my silver muzzle pointing towards the sky. It was just boring. I flicked my tail in the general area of the sky. I wonder where everyone was anyways?

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Word count: 284
Muse: None really. Really sick and have been in the hospital.

[Feralfoot]

Leaping from silver can of heaping black mountains, to the next Feral made her way through the alley. Beside the desire to see just how far her body could jump, she’d come down this particularly filthy path with no higher purpose. Prey was slim and although the she-cat warrior would have gladly diverted from her gymnastics in favor of chasing a rat or pigeon there were none to be found—so she continued with her game. There was a slight chill in the air-a reminder that BareLeaf was ending and NewLeaf would soon be in full swing. She was pleased with the thought of prey returning to the forest—still Bloodclan didn’t live nearly as comfortably as other clans. The other clans—what she would have given to be able to take their land, take their prey, and take their lives. Her own clan’s numbers were scarce—many kits seemed to have trouble surviving—and many she-cats favored a life of bloodshed, rather than one of raising young. Feral was one of them—the heat of battle always held a higher place than finding love…warrior’s knew better than to chase such flowery dreams.

Landing gracefully near a pile of rotting noodles the cat sidestepped. If there was anything she hated more than the other clans or kittypets, it was the stink of spoiled food—especially if it managed to get underneath her claws. Her tail flicked as the scent of another feline caught her nostrils—the stench of rotten food clouding most of it. It could have been a fellow clan member—or a very stupid and soon to be very dead intruder. With speed in her step she tore off in the direction of the cat—of course the closer and closer she came, the less and less she believed it to be a wandering kittypet.
Claws fully extended Feralfoot skidded to a halt, no not and intruder…

Her golden eyes caught the flash of silver fur, silver fur and crimson colored eyes. It was the clan leader…HER leader. Although every fiber in her being was against it, she averted her eyes—not like she was going to bow or anything—it was the best she could do to show respect. If there was ever another feline with such a talent for killing it was Reaper…their leader—and even if the she-cat of just twenty moons wasn’t one for caring for authority, she could respect her leader’s ability to hunt down and kill cats.

“So sorry to intrude,” the warrior spoke, her voice low—but friendly, or as friendly as it could be for her.