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Moonshard•||•Female•||•24 moons•||•Warrior•||•Locations:"Camp"•||•Mentions:Darkness, Cobra, Fendi(all directly)

The she-cat's eyes went blank for a few seconds before her orbs widened again to their normal stance. She slowly got up, flinching a bit. Throwing death glares at Darkness and Cobra, she headed towards Fendi, the medicine cat. She had an ear to possibly rip off, and maybe even a life to take. Sh was tired sick of Darkness' tyranny, and she needed him gone. Moonshard thought about killing him in the night, but what if her clanmates would rage upon her and perhaps even throw her out? Or maybe even intending to harm the leader would show how "fearless" she can be, and that might be good. She of course would be dumb to attack him right now, but maybe,(if Surveying agrees xD)if she's going to feel better, she might just do the job. Looks like the only way this damn tom could understand dominance was by force, and even killing. Hopefully that's what she's going to show him.

Cobra
Male | 36 moons | Maine Coon x Norwegian Forest Cat | Location: DeathClan territory; Territory -> Camp | Mentions: [Directly] Darkness, Moonshard, Rustfur, Buzzard [Indirectly] DeathClan, Hawkthorn
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Terrifying green eyes narrowed as they observed the disappointed and upset look in Darkness' face. He looked down at his leader, tail lashing behind him idly. He dipped his head in acknowledgement to the praise, but then knew what was coming. Mercy? Did the formally pitch-black leader think that was mercy? The deputy almost showed amusement at the thought. "You think it was mercy? With all do respect, Darkness, you are wrong. The only reason I didn't kill Moonshard is because she could be of use. I'm looking for a good future for this Clan, and Moonshard has great warrior qualities. She might as well become my deputy when its time for me to choose one." he said, his intimidating and dominant voice still showing respect for his dark leader. Exhaling a sigh, the brute nodded as Darkness said he'd be the heir, ears perked as the leader asked if anyone wanted to challenge him and, non-surprisingly, no one did.

Hearing a strange tom talking to him, Cobra turned around and glared down icily at the stranger cat with terrifying green orbs. It was a SkyClan cat. He could smell it. Growling, he was about to approach the cat when Buzzard walked up to him, looking as if she was going to kill him. Oh, no no no.. He was not going to let that happen, even if he thought Buzzard a bit attractive. Since he allowed for Moonshard to live, he was itching to sink his claws into some flesh. His ears swiveled back in an annoyed way. "Buzzard!" he called out, dominant voice loud and demanding, all while being a tad attractive. He approached them, speaking. "Let me handle this." he ordered, tail lashing.

Looking down at the SkyClan cat with menace, his tail lashing behind him as he did so in a scary manner. "As the she-cat implied; we don't do quick deaths here." he growled menacingly, his green eyes staring into his eyes as if into his soul. He wasn't going to let this kill go, now. So, if Rustfur wanted to avoid dying, he lost his chance. A growl rumbling in his throat, Cobra's claws unsheathed and he prepared to kill the tom. Using the force in his legs, he pushed forward with power and his paws jammed into the chest of the smaller tom, pushing him to the ground. Licking his maws, he began scratching up the brute, a bit disappointed that it was just an execution and not a battle, as battles actually excited him more than just murderering, right then and there. It was too quick, even if it wasn't. As the blood-stained SkyClan warrior lay on the ground, he quickly lunged forward, his massive jaws clamping around the smaller male's neck and closing shut, the strength in his jaw and the sharpness of his teeth managing to almost cut completely through the skin, flesh, bones, and overall neck. Backing up with the tom cat's blood all over him, Cobra left the head there, almost completely severed from the body, the life draining out of Rustfur's eyes. Swiping his tongue across his blood-stained maw and teeth, the tom looked around at the staring faces, soon remembering something.

The stranger. The tom he had spotted earlier, during the fight. His scent was here; he could smell it. Growling lowly, his temporarily red claws stayed unsheathed as he prepared himself to punish the stranger for lurking on his Clan's territory.

OOC: Its messy, and a bit gruesome, but it was fun cx