my sw33t revenge {open}[territory claim]

[**MidnightBloo**]

[/b] reaches out
For those who are weak
And need me to extract revenge[/ul]

A large figure crouched on the grassy field leading to waves of more grass. This is all mine. The thought sounded so sweet. he'd only left the colony about 15 moons ago with his brother and now he owned this territory and more. Artemis... Pain swept over his face as he clawed at the grass below him. Vengance was the only answer. He would never harm the weak or defenseless, but the bad wordy and the proud needed to be knocked down a couple of levels. He was just the cat to provide that help, just the cat to give justice. The tom blinked as if waking from a trance and crept forward when he remembered why he was here. The delicous scent of mouse watered his tongue.
Slowly he skidded forward, stalking the mouse, using the advantage of being downwind and down hill as well. As he came closer to the mouse, it didn't notice or seem to care that the large tom was stalking it. It's just asking to be eaten. Then with one jump he literally trampled the mouse and snapped it's neck. It was turning out to be a pretty peaceful day, and he thanked his brother for the life of the mouse and the beautiful day. I wish you could be here. He ate the mouse in sort of manorful manor, definately not like an over-grown slob. After his meal, he looked from the east to the west.
His rainbow striped flank looked flawless until you noticed the nasty scare on his neck. One he got from his fight with the vile tom cat, and his brother became a fatality. His blue eyes again looked to the territories in the east and west. Part of each of those lands would soon belong to him, and he would fight for he had already claimed it. His own scent markers filled his nostrils, for they were fresh. This tom's name is Apollo, and he lives for his sweet revenge.

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Rped Cat Apollo
Themesong Valentine's Day by Linkin Park [/color]

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Shyamal padded through the tall, golden grass, feeling it prickle and scratch against his ginger flanks. It was a nice day out, the sun was shining cheerfully and he could hear some birds singing, back from their winter migrations. It was almost perfect, except for his fall into a small stream. The water had gone up his nose and he was having trouble smelling things... aside from that, it was definitely a perfect day to explore. He had been curious about the moors; ever since he had arrived in the area he had never set paw in them, and had explored the other areas first. Including the Cult's.

He suppressed a shudder as he remembered what he had seen that day when he had 'wandered' into the Cult's territory. Shyamal had come across a group of cats mourning over a body, so he kept his distance and left after a while of 'watching'. He came back to the same spot the other day, and there the corpse was, out in the open, starting to rot. It had sickened him, and he had left, and abandoned all ideas of joining the Cult. The only reason he wanted to do so for a while, was because he was incredibly lonely and just wanted to talk to someone. Anyone. He still wasn't used to a loner's lifestyle, and found himself missing the companionship of his old colony more and more by the day.

I wonder where my brothers went... he mused, thinking of his two brothers. They certainly had seemed happy to leave.

Suddenly, his ears pricked, he stopped, and Shyamal looked up ahead of him. There was a smudge of color on the hill that was a distance away; was it a cat? He wasn't sure; his ability to scent was temporarily gone, so it was hard to tell. He narrowed his gold eyes thoughtfully. If the cat was just another loner, like he was, perhaps they wouldn't mind talking and maybe even sharing some prey. On the other paw, if the cat was a male who had claimed the territory, or a female from a colony, they might not be so glad to see him.

The long scar on his flank twitched, as if to remind him to be cautious. But his curiosity was aroused; he knew he would suffer a score of sleepless nights if he did not find out who this mystery cat was and what their story was.

Against his better judgement, Shyamal proceeded forwards, tail held high.