DaFoxThatTalk's Treasury of Art&Randomness~The Sequel!

Meh

//Prologue//
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I can do this. I can do this. You love fighting. You love it.

I flailed into her, leaping off  my hind legs. She yowled in shock as my claws struck home, pricing skin and flesh. Her dark blue eyes had a wild light in them, not that it'd do her any good. With every swift wrench of my forelegs she let out a screech and her blood spurted onto the solid walls of Dead Roots. The felines up in the branches of the great oak let out chirping cries of excitement. I gave them my trademark smirk and wink, and grabbed my spotted opponent by her neck and effortlessly hauled her into the center of the field. If they wanted a show, I'd give them a show. If I didn't, I'd the one bleeding out in the leaves for every cat and the stars to see. I crept toward the calico, eyes full of malice.

My placed my paw on the trembling she-cat's matted chest and sent a cocky glance at the crowd above me,"How should this disgraceful creature die?"

"Gouge out her eyes!" Suggested a golden tabby with shining amber eyes.

"Slice her belly open!" A young tabby she-cat hissed from the shadows of the leaves.

"Rip off her fur!" Cried a elderly gray tom," It was marked by the Stars!"

I purred loudly, and danced around the mutilated cat before me. I pummeled her face and her stomach as I spun around her in a flashy manner.

They're loving it, I think as the audience's cheers intensify.

"Shush!" The icy voice from the highest branch in the oak silenced the crowd instantly.

"As much as I like your crude fighting," a new voice sounds off," I must urge you to end this now. Have you forgotten how BrightClan audaciously attacked our camp last moon?"

I meet the speaker's cold gaze, unflinching. I would've climbed up that tree to end him if it hadn't been for the dark furred cat's lackeys behind him. That, and the fact that he's my father, and I'm supposed to be thankful he let me live.

'That wasn't a rhetorical question, foolish cat," He snarled, eyes blazing.

My pelt was burning, and I was seething,"Yes, I remember, Foxstar, but what does BrightClan's attack have to do with me having a little fun?"

A black and white she-cat stepped out of the shadows behind my father menacingly, but Foxstar flicked his tail nonchalantly at her, and she sat down,"If we don't attack BrightClan's camp before the next claw-moon, those petal munchers will think we're weak and try to attack us again. I need to prepare battle plans, and I can't do that while you're frolicking around and splashing blood everywhere. Now I'll say it again,"He started to mew in a tone reserved for naïve  kits,"Kill her now."

I hate you. I hate you so much. You love these little executions, I can see it in your eyes. You don't really care about sacrificing the marked to appease the Stars, you just love fighting. The only reason I obey you is because I . . . I crave the feeling of being feared, too, but at least I don't watch like some sicko. I participate.

I let my claws slip into her neck, my gaze never leaving his. I slit her throat, and the look in my eyes was clear, I wish this was you.

Foxstar smirked, and as the disappointed cats began to leap down from their seats, I felt a sudden stab in my stomach. I doubled over in pain, and Ivyclaw, the she-cat who was about to rip my face off for getting smart with Foxstar, approached me.