A state of terror, and warning to all (open)

[L a m b]

Nothing casn stop us
Fiver
Not even the darkness

I made up my mind
I took the light
but how long before the dark
reaches me again??

The calico she-cat ran swiftly into the territory, Optics raked over the demented scrabbled trees. Audits twisted and low, and the same icelandic cry rining from her bleeding maw..
"Bloodgang is coming, you must leave, Bloodgang is coming leave..Before it's to late"
Lyrics were growing soar, but still rang the same loudness. Crimson blood still dripped from her, she knew it was only a matter of time, before they got her, but perhaps she could atleast save a few cats by sacrificing herself...Tail streamed out behind the small she-cat, as she bounded along wildly, crying otu the same words..They need to leave, or all would befall the same fate, or worse...

[♫ E§he ♥]

~Pantheress~

The scent inside my den was of nothingness, just like the scent of my fur. A perfect disguise. I settled Mach down upon a bed of moss and began to treat his wounds.
Water-soaked moss, Cobwebs, Marigold....

'Bloodgang is coming, you must leave, Bloodgang is coming leave..Before it's to late!'
I recognized Fiver's cry and hissed in annoyance. Didn't she understand what it meant to be conspicuous wile warning others? Match flinched under my touch.
"Don't worry," I told him, my tone soft and comforting. "It will only sting for a little bit. You're lucky Fiver didn't shred your tail off. Didn't your mother ever teach you how to fight?"

[L a m b]

Out of time
Fiver
to decide

You know, that I bare the weight
of sins regretted

The scent of the ebonite she-cat hit her nares, and annoyance that radiated off her,but Fiver knew that if she stopped to talk to the cats, that she was good as dead, the cats in the forest would either kill her, or she wouldn't make it to the Barn on time..Or perhaps a bloodgang cat would reach here first, who cares? As long as she was ahead, and faster, for the moment, as long as she warned some...It would take to long to stop and tell every single cat, yelling the desperate words was faster, and at the moment more effcieant.

(hey is Seth gonna show up or something)

[Rose]

Two orange eyes flashed through the darkness as one loner heard of the warning. Ears perked, the silver-spotted she-cat bounded off in the direction of the terror-stricken calls at a fast pace. Left and right she ran, following an all too familiar path that led to her den. Her paws scattered long dead leaves as she easily leaped over a fallen log. Soon enough, the she-cat came to a cautious halt near the shadowed clearing. There in the middle stood a cat, blood literally dripping off of her. /Fight with this BloodGang?/ Slvana thought, blinking.

The slim she-cat stepped farther into the clearing, her claws unsheathed in case of attack. Staying a foxlength away from the unknown rogue, she called out, "Who is this BloodGang?" The she-cat truely did not know, for she lived on the frayed edges of society. Living her life alone, she did not often get news until it was old and known by every cat down to the youngest kits.

[Silver]

Match stayed in the Pantheress' den, itching to be out and helping Fiver warn others of the danger. He wished he was still with Mimi, keeping her safe. Face it, it sounds like you wouldn't be able to lift a claw, especially in the state your in, the logical voice in his head said. Match sighed, resting his head on his paws. His amber eyes glided around the small den, watching Pantheress as she cursed softly. The pain he felt while fighting was nothing compared to the ache he felt now. He closed his unwilling, falling into a light an fitful sleep.

[♫ E§he ♥]

Do not be afraid, my dears.
Death isn't all that bad.
Step lightly behind me.
The end has come.

Two eyes, the shade of vermillion blood, peered through the curling roots. His banded pelt cleverly disguised by the patterns of sunlight and shade. Crouched behind him was three, blood-thirsty cats who kneaded the ground as their leader scanned the scene.
Seth counted four cats: Fiver, Slvana, Match, and Pantheress; all upon his list of victims. He smirked a grin filled with jagged, white teeth.

This was perfect. Fiver's cries had led him to not only Fiver, but three other cats as well. Four for the price of one.
Fiver and Slvana stood in the open, but Pantheress and Match would have to be purged from the den. He glanced back at his followers, each looking excited and eager.
Long live the Bloodgang!

"Attack."
Seth's one word echoed into the ears of his four followers, and they burst into the clearing. Staying hidden in the undergrowth, Seth watched with interest what would happen.
Two cats sprang at Fiver and Slvana, and the other two began to force their way into the den. Battle yowls broke the air, and Seth stood beneath a large, dark-leaved juniper... waiting...

***

~Pantheress~

No sooner had I placed the last cobweb upon Match's shoulder when battle cries echoed from the clearing above.
A wave of horror surged over my fur, and I poked my head out of the den to see two large cats heading my way. I dove back inside, gently pushing Match to his feet and directing him toward an escape tunnel. I heard the scraped of paws against dirt as the two large toms began to squeeze through the narrow entrance.
I left Match, telling him to go on without me, and slashed my claws over the faces of the toms. One screeched in pain, and pulled his head out of my den, but the other continued to dig in. I hooked his with my claws and pushed him out. He wasn't expecting my strength, and lost his balance. The other tom, now with a bleeding ear, jumped toward me. I hooked my claws into the tripped tom's chest, pinning him, and threw my back legs up into the air. I caught the attacking tom right in the gut, and threw him backward.

Springing away from the tom on the ground, I placed my footing carefully as both recovered and began to stalk me. One attacked. I wove around his charging body, and landed a deep wound to his right arm. The other tom tried to jump on my back, but I slid beneath him and sank my teeth into his back leg. With my powerful head, I threw him into a tree. He landed with a sickening thud, and didn't get up. I turned back to the other tom, a shallow, stinging wound lay upon my forehead, but other than that, I had hardly broken a sweat.
One down, one to go.

[Rose]

The question had hardly left Slvana's mouth when she heard a sudden, loud rustling from the bushes. Her head snapped to the side and immediatly she hissed in mixed fear and alarm. A large tom was heading toward her, his eyes flashing with eagerness for a battle....with her, it seemed.

The she-cat's eyes hardened. If that's what he wants, that's what he'll get! Was the thought that ran through the silver cat's mind as she let out a loud screech. Brilliant orange eyes fixed on the brown tom, she leaped at him with her claws unsheathed and jaws gaping. She aimed for his shoulder, hoping to land on his back.

[L a m b]

I tried to be someone else
But nothing seemed to change
Fiver
I know now: this is who I really am inside

I regret nothing
forsee nothing
and will never forgive

Fiver's grass colored optics faded to a blank look..knowing that this cat would have to fall, see how pathetic he was, despite how great he thought he was. The tom barrled strait for the small she-cat who sat down, claws unsheathed, yet she did nothing, but sa tthere and waited for the tom. A smile ripping over her facade. As lyrics bounded the air
"My dear friend, I will not hurt, infact I shall come willingly."
Fiver stood paws easily bringing her past the confused tom and over to what appeared to be the leader, she sat down next to him, acting as though she had really decided to join, but after a few moments she sprang at the spotted tom next to her.. (Seth)HEr claws sheathed, sharp and the blood that had turned them red a long time ago, glowed in the late sun. Her mug parted and dark ivories glinted, blood also spattered them..Would she be a match for the tom before her?

[Silver]

Match heard the yowls of battle outside, and tried to rise. However, the cobwebs made him stiff, and he winced in pain as he fell back down. He wanted to cry out, but he realized that would lead the cats straight to him. He couldn't move well in the tiny area, but tensed his muscles, waiting.

[♫ E§he ♥]

Don't get your hopes up,
Don't believe there will be someone there to help.
For when you deal with Seth,
You deal with death!

The she-cat leapt at him, claws extended and dyed in scarlet remains. Seth's vermillion eyes traveled to her figure, slowly approaching is mid-air. Her face twisted in a snarl of battle, fierce eyes glowing with hatred and blood-lust. Seth's eyes locked onto hers with what appeared to be a bored expression.
His banded, silver pelt moved in a fluid stride, sliding out of the she-cat's reach. He whipped around on the spot, eyes seeming to pulse with the blood that gave them their color. He felt a sharp pain in his left ear where her claw had found, and removed, a small chunk of his ear.

He wasn't used to being hit, especially by a twoleg-loving kittypet. His eyes now blazing with a deadly anger, he let a powerful paw lined with five long, jagged claws charge in her direction.

[L a m b]

You feel so lonely and ragged
Fiver
When darkness comes you know I'm never far

You think you know
just like the others
look a little deeper
and find something

Pure anger now fired thropugh her, the grand and mighty had been knocked off his high horse. Fiver shifted weight so she landed on her back paws, and at the same time whirled around to meet the small cat. His crimson colored optics fired in rage, he'd been hit, she would've laughed had it not been her againtst him. Her own optics locked onto his, watching as his long claws snaked out, and ripped down her ivory muzzle, just deepening the wound that Match had already made. Her skull was pushed down to her chest, staining the fur there with the crimson stuff, before her skull flashed back up, and lyrics scratched the air..
"My friend It's sad to be evenly matched by a six moon old she-cat ain't it?"
While speaking these words, the she cat had quickly darted towards him, using a move she'd used on Mimi, paw flashed up, as she dashed past, a strong blow aimed at his skull...

[♫ E§he ♥]

Don't judge what you first see...
There is something else in me.
A force so evil and so dark;
A force where blood has become my mark.

'My friend It's sad to be evenly matched by a six moon old she-cat ain't it?'

"Matched!? Don't make me laugh!"
The young she-cat charged, her paw raised and muscles tensed for a powerful strike. Seth's vermillion gaze flashed with mock fear, tensing his own powerful body. His charcoal-colored, banded pelt seemed to dance into the air. For a few seconds, he had wings. Her blow passed just beneath his paws, and he turned in mid-air to land lightly on his bulging arms.
He smiled, these cats didn't know how to fight like he did. In the tribes, when you battled, you were mostly in the air. There was pinning, but mostly flying leaps the carried two cats just paw-lengths from each other... then the strike. Forest cats were of the earth and the brush, he was of the air and the sky.

Seth let Fiver regain her footing, waiting patiently for her eyes to lock onto his. The air between him and the she-cat grew still and silent, like a cat did before he made his kill. Seth smiled at her. She was young, vacuous. Usually the perfect cat to manipulate. But there was something different about Fiver, something special.
She'll make a perfect addition to my growing army...

Seth shot upward into the air, wings seeming to sprout from his sides. He shot across the clearing with the force of a striking viper, eyes locked upon his prey. With his claws outstretched, Seth could think of no better pleasure then sinking then into the feisty she-cat below.

[L a m b]

Despite the lies that you're making
Fiver
Your love is mine for the taking

Try to bring me down
I'll play your game
i'll put my life on the line
I'll kill myself

Seth's pads swiftly brought him across the small space that separated him and her. She didn't panic , no she waited, patiently for him to get close enough. Last second, as he was flying down at her small bod' she flipped over, back pads up to shove him away, as his claws sank down on her side, her's would sink into his stomach, prevailing her to push him away. Dark optics swept onto the cat's crimson optics, as he flew at her, her audit sflattened to her skull, abd mug parted in a silent yowl of fury.

If you looked closely at the young she-cat you could see in a way she looked like a member already in Bloodgang,Steppingstone.. she in a way, at least the way she was built, not her pelt, was matched to his. She was his kin, though she did not know, perhaps Seth did...

[♫ E§he ♥]

Don't expect to win,
For it would be a sin.
You're doomed to be mine,
Your destiny is my line.

Noticing her outstretched claws, Seth flew right over her awaiting, sawtooth claws. He landed lightly behind her, his movements as graceful and fluid as a dance. He had managed to score his claws down her flank, but had received no wounds in return.
He turned to face her in a twirl like a wind-swept twig, his paws landing upon the earth with silence. He raised his head, smiling at the foolish she-cat. He flashed her with a toothy grin of jagged teeth.
"If you think this is going to be easy, you're predicting your own downfall. You aren't in your warm home anymore, Kittypet! This is something quite far from your soft life. You may pretend to be a warrior, but you never will be."

Seth spoke with such relish in his voice it looked as if he was tasting something sweet. Twitching his whiskers, Seth's expression because bored. He snorted, as if her appearance disgusted his.
"But if you insist on fighting, you are going to lose. And you will die. But think about it. Wouldn't you rather hold a place of honor beneath my powerful, wise guide? Death seems so... endless. If you join me, your name can live forever. We will be known as the founders of the greatest empire in the forests. Think about it. Would you like to die now as a disrespected kittypet? Or live to grow old in a place of honor and royalty as a warrior?"

His face turned challenging, urging her to make a decision.
Choose. Death... or life?

[L a m b]

So, pick up, and follow me, we're the only ones
Fiver
To fight this thing, until we've won

The insane
the lost
the reckless
the murderous
all meet in battle
all face each other
but where is the brave?
perhaps the insane?

Pain seared through her pelt,yet as always she ignored it. Audits never moved from their pinned postion,but she listened. Shje didn't even ponder her choice, as her lyrics ripped through the clearing.
"It seem like an obvious answere wouldn't it? BUt you know I think I'll choose nothing. Nothing att all, except to live who I am, and die that way."
A brave speach, a foolish but true one. Grass hued optics narrowed to slits, as she raced forward with speed unknown to many, when she drew nearer she made it look as if she would spring over him, but instead she rolled and slid under neath, risky yes? The other cat would be unprepared for it, most likely...Claws outstretched as she quickly slid underneath him..