Hunting the Early Bird

[scars]

It was early morning, just before the red sun rose above the horizon and the last star was still in the sky. As far as Scar knew, he was alone, the others were asleep and he as snuck out without waking any other cats, which was an extreemly hard thing to do. The white-and-black tom-cat was eagrly watching the willow tree that was close by. During the past few days, he had noticd a family of blue birds that had nested int he trees and he was eager to have th four birds as his own kill before the others knew of them.
Scar allowed a smirk to cross his face as he watched the first of the four begin to move just as the sun cast it's bloody light upon he few wispy clouds in the sky. Quietly and swiftly, he prowled over to the tree, keeping low and in the shadows so that they could not see him. The tom waited a few more minuets before one of the birds glided to the ground and began to search for a worm to feed it's fledglings. "Perfect." Scar tought, leaping to catch the bird. He hissed angrily as it flew away and he lept to catch it, only catching a few feeathers from the bird's tail. "Well. We'll just have to wait until later in the day." He sneered. "I will go into the guarden for some mice later." He told himself, laying back on the porch to ask in the new morning sun.

[Synkah]

Synkah didn't usually leave the Twolegplace alleys, but since he was a member of BloodClan, he made sure they saw his face close to camp often enough. He knew better than to let himself be forgotten.

He liked to wander at night, when darkness offered him invisibility and twolegs were hardly about. His sleeping place wasn't in the so-called BloodClan camp, but in a tire someplace in an alley. It was his tire, and he wasn't about to give it up to live in some abandoned twoleg mansion. He was no kittypet.

He padded up into the yard, a small piece of meat in his jaws. Some twoleg had thrown it out. It had been cooked, but Syn had managed to find a whole pile of meat scraps before any other scavengers got to it. He set it down as he spotted a larger white-and-black tom stalking a bird. Syn's yellow-green eyes narrowed with dark amusement, his tail-tip twitching.

A feline smirk glinted in his eyes and he quickly gulped down the last piece of meat he had been carrying before he stood up, stretched, and walked over to the tom. His tail was up in the air with the tip pointed to the ground.

"Nice catch," he taunted. "Perhaps you'll have better luck with those mice later." Syn obviously didn't mind the fact that this cat was larger than him. Of course, most cats were. He only weighed six pounds, and was about the size of a six moon old kit. He was, quite literally, strutting towards the porch.

Somehow, in his lineage, the cats that had survived had been small, and either black or gray. His father hadn't been small, though. His father was a huge gray tom. Syn, however, only knew this from what his mother had said. He had never been curious, though. Why should he care, anyways? There were more important things to worry about, such as what he would do to get his next meal. That had always been his first priority. Food and survival. Nothing else mattered. Since living with BloodClan meant food and survival he stayed. Nothing else tied him here. Nothing else could.

He was a cat who looked after himself and only himself. He played tricks, was a thief, a leech, and much more. He liked to play nice to lost kittypets, tell them he would help them find their way, and then get them even more lost in the Twolegplace before abandoning them.

Size was his disadvantage. He was weak, he knew that, but his strength was in his mind and speed. His cleverness had lead him to survive four full seasons. He would allow no one to call him weak. If they were foolish enough to try, he wasn't afraid to make them eat their words.

[scars]

The large white tom allowed a small snarl (yowl?) to excape his jaws before turning to look at the cat. "Your kind of small t be taking so big, arent you?" He asked, maerly stating the truth as he saw it. "Are you a rouge or a part of bloodclan? Not many loners come near here just to taunt a Bloodclan fighter." The large whte tom padded around the smaller cat, curious as to his small size. He was not hotile unless he needed to be, though he did enjoy a good word game. This tom was small and and easy catch if he wasn't as thin as he was. "You seem like you could be pretty fast." Scar said after a moment of looking over the smaller tom. "What's your name?" Scar sat infront of the tom now, watching for signs of any REAL hostility tward himself.
After a few more moments, Scar relized who this new tom reminded him of. He had heard stories of Scourge, the First leader of Bloodclan. He, like this cat was small and darkly colored, but fast and easily angered. This thought encouraged Scar to smirk, his eyes showing the same emotion. 'Interesting.' He mummbled, not realy caring weather (which one?) or not this tom had heard him.

[Synkah]

Syn stared boldly back at the white cat, his eyes glimmering with mischief. "Am I?" He asked, confidence still ringing in his voice. The fur along his nape began to ridge but his lips were pulled back in a feline smirk.

The little black cat twitched the tip of his tail. "Oh, I'm a BloodClan cat, alright." He looked at the larger tom skeptically as he circled Syn. Synkah made sure that he kept turning with the top so that the white cat was never behind him.

"I am 'pretty fast,'" he stated bluntly as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Synkah. Yours?"

He sat down and curled his tail neatly around his dainty paws. He wanted to make a point to show this tom that he wasn't afraid of him. He ducked his head to lick his chest before catching something from the other tom-cat.

"What's that?" he asked. He thought that he heard the tom say "interesting," but it had been so quiet that he couldn't be sure.

He figured his question could be taken two ways; one, as if Syn was asking if the white tom had said anything, or two, what was so interesting. Syn was hoping that the white cat would assume that Syn was asking what was so interesting, but he couldn't choose how other cats responded, he did wish that he could, though.

[scars]

Scar nodded. "I am Scar." The large white tom sat infront of him again. "I said 'Interesting'." Scar meowed, also curling his tail over his paws. "I was speaking about the way you remind me of the stroies of scourge." Scar also smirked, his ears twiching at a few sounds. "You are small, but seem fast, unpredictable, and brave." The tom's tail twiched as he observed these things. "You would be a worthy opponent and I would not want to fight you unless I hd no choice." the tom sighed. "Being as bit as I am, you just may win."

[Synkah]

The little black cat nodded when Scar told him his name. He was also very pleased that Scar voluntarily told him what he had said and what he had thought was interesting. He certainly was a cat that Syn wasn't used to encountering. Most of the BloodClan cats he ran into were ready to tear him apart. This one, well, this one was almost praising him.

Syn seemed to puff up with the praise, but he didn't let it cloud his rationale. He was suspicious by nature and was never sure if he was being goaded into being unsuspecting.

"Yes, I suppose..." he trailed off, his yellow-green eyes narrowed slightly. "Not too many cats hear those old stories anymore." He added, flicking his ears.

"I think I would be a worthy opponent. You should consider yourself wise for not finding out the hard way." Syn flexed his claws and twitched the tip of his tail. This cat may be flattering with words, but Syn wasn't. Not now, at least.

"But anyways," Syn quickly changed the subject. "What's been going on around this place?" He stood up and looked up at the mansion. "Anything good? Prisoners? Kittypet trespassers? Or just the same ol', same ol'?" Syn looked over at Scar slyly.

[scars]

Scar nodded. "I make it my job to know the stories and to keep myself informed." he said. "As a fighter of blood clan." The tom continued to listen. "Nothing has happened so far." Scar answered. "But I am the only one awake at the moment other than you. They are lazy asses." He said.

((A bit short....))

[Synkah]

Synkah wanted to roll his eyes at the white tom. All this "fighter of BloodClan" mousedung made him sick.

"You seem to find honor in being a 'BloodClan fighter.'" He ventured.

syn wasn't exactly the cat one would call loyal. Syn went wherever seemed to provide the best means of survival. Since BloodClan basically ruled Twolegplace, Syn allied himself with them. He definitely did not think BloodClan to be honorable, that was for sure.

"Oh really?" Syn's eyes narrowed as he considered what Scar said about the others still sleeping. "Well, I don't think there's much reason hurry. I'd say that the early cat would get the bird, but that doesn't seem to be the case." Syn sneered, referencing Scar's failed attempt at catching the young bird. "At least I can say that my belly is full."

Syn obviously wasn't honorable. He definitely didn't care about the cats in his "clan." He didn't see why he should. They were all cut-throat and would quite easily fight him to the death over a scrap of meat.

The little black tom twitched his tail and yawned. Syn preferred to sleep during the day. Night was his time. It was also safer. Less twolegs to be a bother. Although, it seemed to be dusk and dawn when he found the best scraps of food.

[scars]

"I find Pride, not honor in fighting for the cats i was rased with." He said, nodding. "It s what I did to become a fighter that I find honor in." He smirked.
His smirk melted away with what Syn siad. "I had just woken up and I dont care about your undersized belly." He hssed.

[Synkah]

"Pride. Oh, well, that's much different." Syn's voice was laced with sarcasm.

Syn didn't fight for anyone but himself, unless he had to fight for BloodClan to save his miserable life, then he fought for BloodClan, but never did he fight with a willing heart. He didn't take pride in fighting with them. He saw no honor in it. In fact, he wasn't even sure if he knew exactly what honor was.

"Oh? Kill your family like all the rest of them?" Syn's little teeth glinted in the rising sunlight as he smirked.

He could tell that he was getting on this cat's nerves. Scar's comment about Syn's "undersized belly" confirmed it.

"Yes, well, it's better for me." He seemed to take pride in his tiny size. "I don't have to worry about starving after missing such an easy catch."

Synkah was just asking for a fight. He knew it. He knew that he just kept licking Scar's fur the wrong way, and he was doing that on purpose. He didn't exactly come here looking for a fight, no, he just wanted to make sure that BloodClan remembered that he was one of them. Perhaps this wasn't such a good way to jolt memories. Then again, maybe it was.

[scars]

The large white tom's tail was now lashing around his paws and he was trying to keep his witts about him. He was not stupid, nor was he easy to provoke, annoy maybe, but not provoke ((sp??)). Scar nodded. "Indeed. My father. Pinned it on someone else and he got killed." He siad. "As for yor contsntly annoying coments. Are you trying to est me?" He asked. "Because fast or not, I am not an easy win." The tom hissed, his ears pressed back tightly agianst his skull as his tail lashed from side to side and his claws sheethed and unsheethed themselves, siggin intot he dirt.

[Synkah]

Syn seemed calm. The threat of this large white cat's anger clearly didn't seem to bother him. Instead, it seemed to make him calmer.

"Who got killed? The cat you pinned your father's death on?" Syn appeared genuinely curious, his yellow-green eyes sparkling.

He always wondered why anyone would be afraid of the consequences for killing another cat. He was never really worried about it because he never had. He had no reason to, or not to, kill anyone. He just wanted to get enough food and water into his belly to keep him alive. The thought of females was attracting, too, but he wasn't much of a prize. They usually chased him away for a brute of a cat. Fine. He'd charm one someday.

"I'm not trying to test you. Why would I test you with annoying comments?" Syn smiled innocently, and blinked.

Scar's tail was lashing from side to side and Syn was certain that those ears of his couldn't go back on his head any farther. Syn's own ears were pricked forward, his tail still curled neatly over his paws, the tip slowly flicking back and forth idly.

"Surely if I wanted to test you I would be a bit more cruel, don't you think? You're just imagining that I'm trying to test you. A miscommunication. It's alright that you didn't catch that bird." Synkah flicked his ear as a fly landed on it. "I'm sure that you're an excellent hunter. We all have our days. That bird has it coming to it, though." Syn smiled, looking very pleased.

He stood up and stretched, flicking his tail. "Do we still have a leader?" He asked, suddenly changing the subject, looking up at the broken windows of the deserted mansion. His eyes were narrowed with thought.

[scars]

"yes." He answered. "At the time, treachery was not allowed, so I pinned it on him." The white tom smirked. "Being curel does not test my limits because I simply strike." He said. "It would test me more to annoy me to the point of attacking." He blinked, now calmer at the black cat. Suddenly Scar smiled. "Your diffrent, smarter." he smiled in an eviler way. "I like you."

[Synkah]

Synkah nodded. It wasn't exactly a clever thing to do, most cats could figure out who the original attacker was, but obviously Scar had pulled it off.

"It would test you, Scar," Syn said slowly. "It would test your fighting skills. If that was what I wanted to do, of course, I wouldn't go about testing how well you threw back retorts!" Syn laughed wickedly, fully amused with this cat and himself. He thought himself very clever.

"Oh, am I?" Syn wasn't sure if he should take it as a compliment, but he did. "Why thank you, I'm glad you think so." His voice was brimming with amusement, still.

His eyes glittered deviously. "Well, you're certainly the first!" He mrowled, laughing again.

No cat liked him. No cat had a reason to. His loyalty was like the ship without a rudder; left to the the devices of weather and seas.

[lostinblood]

((sorry i havent been posting...realy buisy and i broke my hand....so....i'l get the cast off in a couple of days, then i can post. again, sorry.))