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Sandslpatter looked around everything was dark and gloomy. She had a feeling in her gut that today she was going to die or that she would run into a tree, that some called a dream tree. The oddly named cat sat down, hoping to finally relax, the thought going threw her head where making her go crazy.


Yeah ...

OOC: Lol, I guess you meant no effort. XD

Blackstripe lashed his tail and his pelt bristled. His claws were unsheathed as he dug them deep into the dark, dry ground under his feet. He was itching to tear his claws into another cats fur and rip into their skin.

He wanted a good fight again, a good kill. He hadn't had one in a while, and consequentially, he had become much more mellow in the moons he's spent here, but now... with his encounter with that stupid Stealthclaw and the more annoying Dreadclaw, he'd had the urge to kill someone, anyone.

He twitched his tail when he saw Sandslpash sitting by herself. A grin that clearly meant he was up to no good, appeared on his face. No one would notice if she was gone, right? And no one would care either, correct?

He looked around to see if he could find anyone else before he walked toward the dead she cat. He walked behind her before saying, "Hello there," he moved in front of her, "what are you doing here all by yourself?"

OOC: Kill me, go ahead, powerplay.

IC:

Sandsplatter looked back, hearing a crying sound in the distance, it as probably that weird Dreadclaw. Then she noticed Blackstripe, "Nuttin." she replied, showing sign's of boredness.

Blackstripe twitched his ears in the direction of the... whimpyness. It sounded like Dreadclaw. Was he being killed!? C'mon! How come someone could have invited him to that?

He looked back at Sandsplatter slowly. The accurance only made him want to kill her more! He was going to trick her, as he always did, but now, he wanted to get to the point.

Quickly, Blackstripe took a quick slash at Sandsplatter's neck, his strong muscels giving him more force than he needed to, leaving her neck in bad shape. He turned around and left as she died with a grunt. That... was boring. Next time he'd make it longer.


OOC: I WAS BORED!