Son of the Devil {Open}

[jetty]

Jetstream recognized it all. The proud, eract posture, the ripple of muscle beneath flesh and thick fur, the slight combative gleam one might catch in his opponent's eye. There was the slight scuffle of paws as the other tom arranged his body into the correct position, the slitting of eyes as they judged the needed trajectory and momentum, as overkill could be just as fatal as underkill in a fight with a demon tom as vicious as he. Every mistake was an advantage, every advantage a mistake. It was so hard to attack without revealing yourself in the flash of impact. And the poor rogue intruder and former clan apprentice just so happened to reveal just a little too much in the few, short moments it took for him to drag his sharp, dully gleaming claws down the length of Jetstream's vast, thick side, ripping into flesh and tearing free clumbs of matted fur that refused to untangle, spilling metallic plasma from ripped veins.

Now those hellish golden eyes had a new gleam to them. The gleam of a monster, a pychotic demon that was no doubt accustomed to combat, to murder, to the fresh taste of warm blood. For a moment, the wound stung, but the outer shell of the satanic creature's empty interior held true, and the crimson spurts and rivults only made his obsession for warm, fresh blood increase tenfold. Teeth flashed, muscle rippled, limbs moved with the rythm of a dark, dancing magician. The sky went red, though only in his mind, streaked with claw shaped lightning that crashed into his thoughts and sent them reeling into oblivion. This was it. Within an instant, he was upon the tom, whipping around to pursue his passing form, teeth sinking into flesh and slicing into the thin tendons of the other tom's tail.

Though this tight hold was only meant to deter the tom, not cripple him. With a mighty tug, Jetstream jerked the trespasser back towards him, letting his blood stained teeth slip cleanly from flesh as he raised up onto his hind paws, moving forward with powerful momentum, and crashed down upon the other tom's haunches with enough force to send his hindquarters crashing into the hard, compact ground, legs buckling beneath the weight, cracks spreading along bone. Claws sliced hungrilly into the flesh of the other tom's haunches, flexing in and out as they dug deeper and deeper into muscle, blood welling and falling from the wound to ink the ground scarlet. An Agonized screech rose into the air as Rabbitpaw's small gray frame was ravaged unmercifully by the satanic nightmare he had made the mistake of challenging. The whole day had gone completly wrong.

All he had wanted to do was pass through to the outter lands, but it had been just his luck to have been caught by one of the most savage felines he had ever met. Now he would die for it, no doubt. His hindlegs were useless, there was no way to run, and tha pain was so great that a clear path to StarClan was just what he wanted now. Except for one thing, where was StarClan? Did their territory even reach this far, to the punishing, burning land of the desert? What if it didn't? He would be lost in eternal darkness with no guidance! Fear filled his amber eyes as they shut tight, a wail of distress escaping his scarred maw. This was such a mistake! Why had this happened? Why to him?

More pain stretched up his back and Jetstream hauled himself forward, sure to keep his claws embedded deep within flesh as his bloody teeth took hold of Rabbitpaw's scruff and carved into flesh. A jerk of Jetstream's broad head was all it took to end the mangled apprentice's life, his breath cut off to slip back from his jaws instead of reaching his lungs. It was all over, for now. The black and white behemoth rose, his blood stained pelt littered with residue. Sand, blood, torn flesh and fur. Disgusting, though not as much as the decaying scent of death that lingered upon Jetstream's heavy breath. His side began to sting again as the shroud of red covering his sanity faded, the deep gashes parting skin and crossing over older, ragged scars.

A grunt cut the sudden, eerie silence. The wound would need to be looked at, but not now. The apprentice wasn't strong or large to cause any lasting damage. The wound would likely be scabbed over by the time he reached the BloodClan. But despite the injury, Jetstream still felt hungry for battle. This little skirmish had ended far to quickly, most battles with him did. What Jetstream needed was a worthy opponent, once that was just as large, if not larger then he. Powerful, vicious, and even capable of defeating him. But where could he find these cats? How?

[Breezy]

Frostbite often retired to loner lands, it was some sort of sanctuary for the snow white she-cat. It was possibly that fact because it was where she had first made her first kill on a cat. It was her father to be exact Shadowforce. He had killed her mother and tried to escape by using loner lands. Little did he know she had practiced here in these lands countless times after she became a warrior and Shademoon took up a new apprentice, Nightpaw. The poor apprentice had never lived to become a warrior crushing Shademoon a bit as it was his own blood, son to be specific. She yawned and raised to her paws on the branch she had been resting on. She was considering heading back to camp but that was before she heard a grunt throughout the silence that had once been apart of her.

The white she-cat didn't have to sniff twice to get the smell of another cats blood. Her ice blue eyes scanned the area from where she was perched on a branch. It didn't take her long to notice the grass moving as it certainly wasn't any prey big enough to make it move that way. It was a scent unfamiliar but then again it was a high possibility it was loner, she was after in Loner lands. She stepped silently through the thick grass till she the smell of the other cat over whelmed her. Fresh battle wounds could be smelt as well that it was tom. She shook her head as she finally laid eyes on the cat she had smelt. He didn't see her nor notice her but she did see him. He was in fact enchanting yet horrifying to her ice blue eyes all at once, much like herself except the midnight version. He was large no doubt about it with fur that matched the midnight sky without the spotlight of the moon or twinkling of the stars. His eyes golden, nothing else to them but the dangerous glare inside of them. She smirked a bit , who might this glorious cat be? she thought silently.

She showed herself to the black tom she had been watching for several minutes. Her appearance calm as her ice blue eyes roamed over him. Taking him in a bit more than she had before. She kept a good amount of distance from the cat uncertain of his motives. Circling him from afar before resting on her haunches as she choose how she would approach the cat before her. No need to be hostile just yet? She took a passive approach. She referred to him in a metaphoric way, her tone alluring but soft.

"The night let the shadow out for the lunch or was this snack time?"

[OOC: My Muse is so horrible >.< ]

[jetty]

What was that scent, drifting upon the carressing breeze that tickled the tips of his ragged and torn ears? So foreign, with a hint of pine and a creeping sense of crowfood. It certainly didn't match the mooreland scent of the WindClan corpse that lied at his murky paws, nor did it match the metallic, tangy delight that stained his pelt crimson. So then what, if not himself or the mangled carcass? T'was something new, a creature moving through the grass, silent and vigilant, but not invisible. Pale as the moon, an ivory elegance, a bleached devil with eyes like glaciers, cold and calculating. Jetstream's old burning gaze swept around toward the scent just before the melody struck his ears. Word, so fluid, and belonging to a slender pearl that stalked him from the tall, tremulous sea of dried gold.

"What's this? A brand of moonlight come to free the stars from darkness?" His gutteral voice was far from the smooth glass her words harnessed, but instead conjured dread and boded ill for any that heard those words so crudly, yet poetically spoken. His jet black claws tore miniscule canyons into the compact soil, bloodied teeth bared at the sight of this glowing majesty from the lunar celestial plain, that rose so high above the fiery hell he had been risen from. The night did not seek to be conquared today, not by moon or sun or stars.

Muscles exploded with ripples at the sudden movement that was suprisingly swift for the behemoth that rose into the air, soaring above the guiding form of his shadow to make impact with the ground just inches in front of the glorious sheen of white that so suddenly obscurred his hellish vision. A white paw came up, rising in sync as hind claws truck the ground, limbs bracing as claws stretched out in the form of an upperslash, reaching toward her chest with the intent of carving away fur, flesh, and muscle from the base of her chest to the tip of her chin.

His hindpaws were already in motion from the few seconds it took to perform that move, rather succesful or not. His massive form, driven by momentum, pivoted around her right shoulder, twisting around with his other forepaw stretching out with the intent to rake sharp claws down the length of her side, teeth snapping toward her muscles shoulder with the strength to slice through tendon and ligaments with ease. If his powerful bite was succesful, Jetstream would then attempt to throw the she-cat to the ground where she would be subject to merciless, almost random blows with heavt forepaws.

[Breezy]

Frostbite wasn't surprised when he struck forward to claw at her chest, she had seen his eyes glow that certain way all cats did when they were about to attack. None the less had his muscles slowly bunched up to preform the strike. As his paw swipped upwards to catch her chest, she dived to the left having him miss his target a few inches. When he raised his lower hind claws to strike her side she shot forward with the force of her own momentum and his own, this was just enough to send the black cat off balance onto his side. Before his teeth could get a hold of her she jumped back retreating a couple of steps letting him rise to his paws. She exhaled deeply eyes filled with confusion and deep curiosity. She wondered why she wasn't angry at this cat for trying to kill her without a good reason. Maybe it was the fact he was a loner?

"What is the purpose of destroy one that cannot live without the other? If you know like I know the night benefits from the moon as it is its only friend, or has the sun made you blind? If any thing I am the moon how could I be the sun without the fire of red? Why is it you seek to swallow me when I simply have doing nothing to harm you?"

Just because she was speaking didn't mean she wasn't planning in her head, she crouched taking a defensive stance. Her left side exposed to him but that was fine. If he decided to go for her exposed part it would just make things easier. She didn't have time for such a foolish fight. If he was going to fight her, he should at least speak on why. She had done nothing to him and clearly he was just a blood-lusting cat. She shook her head eyes still watching him. He was a skillful fighter but without correct motives he would fall to his own doom eventually. She slowed down her breathing finding her center piece just like Shademoon had taught her. Inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, it only took a few moments before she was centered. A skill valued to those who knew of it, the loner would be in for a surprise now unless he happen to be smart enough to figure a way to know her off balance.

Her white fur was slightly bristling and with her muscles tense and aching for excitement she couldn't help but be some what pleased with the moves she had unexpectedly preformed. Now with her evenly balanced all around she would be faster than before with better agility as well but the down side was less strength. She could handle it of course, she always had and if he got to much she could always beat him down enough just to flee. She didn't like fleeing but knew when it was needed. She wasn't willing to risk her life over pride. It wasn't even needed anymore, no one cared for that as they use to. Frostbite wouldn't be the one to leave with battle scars if he continued this reckless fighting.

[jetty]

The shoulder colliding with his own wasn't enough to send him to the ground, being far larger and heavier, he only gave a slight stagger, quickly recovering his balance. This cat was fast, the fact that she had avoided all his close range, almost point blank attacks was uncanny. Perhaps she wasn't normal. Perhaps she came from the clan that resided in the stars. Surely no normal cat could stand up to his might? Perpostrous, he must have acted slower then usual without actually realizing it. Besids, his eyes didn't glow as most did right before a strike, they always shone, like the fire they possessed. His stoic scowl hid his emotions and features, and his atack had seemed so quick that there was hardly time to process the movement of muscle.

It likely meant that this other feline was experianced and trained. Perhaps a clan cat? He had heard of the petty groups of cats that fought all the time, and of their stupid warrior code and weak little afterlife in the sky. Pathetic. If this cat belonged to these clans, she had officially sealed her blood sentence. "You spew weakness when you speak. Why do you talk so much?" Jetstream despised talkers. He preferred combat to negotiation, and her poetic words were hardly amusing. They simply made him want to mock her, to bad his voice wasn't capable of showing the emotion needed for that disgracing action.

Perhaps he had no true reason for this spreading of dread across the land, other then the voices in his head that demanded it from him. But his rage kept hm from his doom, and aloud him to, instead, bring it upon others. His fghting was far from reckless. Each strike he put strength into was well aimed and diciplined, accuracy and supreme strength acting in sync to give him deadly combat skill far superior to that of any warrior, who's moves were limited through training, who's creative minds were reduced by constant drilling. Jetstream had the advantage and gift to create his own unique strikes that could not be found or seen anywhere else. It was what ended his victims so quickly, and what gave him the delighted satisfaction after a succesful kill.

Once more he lunged, a small cloud of dust rising from where his ivory paws had been firmly set just a half second earlier. He hit the ground at her exposed side, feining a bite for her ribs when really, his momentum carried him in the air once more and he twisted over her back with ease, teeth snapping for the side of her neck in an effort to twist her head around and force her to the ground beneath him. His foreclaws rose as his hindpaws pushed him upwards, acting as leverage as he aimed to slam his forepaws down upon the base of her neck, onto her spine, and temporarily paralize her by jamming his claws into the slight opening between muscle to rip the ligament that held the two sperate bone together. It wouldn't cripple her for life, but it sure would hurt.

[Breezy]

The white warrior was ready for his attack, he to the effort to lung at her but that wasn't the smartest move. As he slid forward sailing over her, she slipped underneath him in a grace but quick movement. All the while the transition to move underneath him she had some how managed to get clawed on her left side of her hind leg. That didn't bother her much as it wasn't deep, more like a scratch from a kit. But what she had down to part of his under belly was more of a wound. She was skillful alright as he flew over her and she slid underneath she had swirled on to her back sliding with her hind legs up to scratch his under belly. He had been too fast on his lung and she only manage to make a little scratch much like he had. Using her hind legs to flip over much like a somersault onto her white padded paws.

Just wonderful, this cat had made her get her beautiful white pelt dirty. She despised being dirty, she let out a snarl at the cat. She was going to pin this cat before it was all over. She knew she couldn't pin him if she tried to attack first which meant he would have to attack her and she'd have to use the advantage of his already made move to some how pin him. It was quite easy to do so when someone attack dead on but in other situation quite difficult if you didn't know what you were doing. She did, she had spent for time showing her own mentor new secret moves she had made up as an apprentice than doing the typical warrior moves. Thus making her mentor Shademoon teach her some moves no other cats knew about.

If this loner thought he was facing a regular clan cat well then he had it coming for him. She was loyal to Shadowclan to a certain extent and that was that. If she could get this cat to listen to her for a moment maybe perhaps a plan could form. If she and this mysterious cat teamed up they could form there own clan. She had no doubt he would be leader, she wasn't much of a leader but could be one if need. It was clear this cat like to be in control as he was easily agitated that she was dodging his moves which meant he wasn't in control of the battle because they both were. Now wouldn't this be an amusing tale to tell the kits back at Shadowclan whenever this reckless battle ended. She suspected it would be bad to tell this cat his fighting skills were amusing her a bit, she had never met someone who could challenge her like this so it intrigued her but also made her determine to win. Even if it was as simple as pinning this cat, that what it seemed to be. A game of "pin-ya" gone far too serious. That just made it even more exciting as the adrenaline in her ears pounded and her body was tense as it could be, she waited for him to move again.