[OPEN][Rogue territory] To win, you've got to sin

Two pale yellow eyes stared down at a young tom cat who lay on the ground. The tabby tom was bleeding from several wounds, yet it didn't touch the big black and white tom that was standing over him. Blooslust shone in his yellow eyes accompanied by amusement. He enjoyed seeing others suffer due to him. Every wond on the tabby's body was caused by either his claws or his sharp fangs. His name truely showed who he was, a killer. ''Not so couragous now are you?'' The big black and white tom whispered in the ear of the dying cat. He had no mercy and strangly enough he rarely felt physical pain. The gargeling noice that seemed to come from the throat of the young tabby tom underneath his paws made him laugh softly. ''Sorry, I didn't really understood that, mind repeating it for me?'' His voice filled with amusement as he raised his claws one more time to ripp open the throat of the young tom. As he stepped back he watched his victim bleed out slowly, his body convulsed one more time before it went limp. His eyes went to his once white paws and sighed. ''Thanks for bleeding all over my paws.'' He muttered as he started cleaning his claws up, not even caring if someone approached him or not.

With big, slow steps the tom-cat stepped trough the high forest. His tail sweaped above the wet forest ground. His big claws left holes in the dead leaves, and the smile on his face wasn't missing. When he saw the riverclan border, the smile grew even bigger. His paws began to run faster. Faster and faster he ran, and when he saw a dark sillouhette, his day grew even better. The big smile on his face, and his black collar with the sharp teeth pinned on it, let everyone see that he was a real bloodclanner. When he came closer to the sillouhette, he saw a dead body, and two pale yellow eyes staring right at te wounds of the cat. "Good catch." Demon muttered, he set his paw on the head of the body, and his smile was still on his face. "How did you manage that?" With his massive paw he slapped the dead cat away, and his green gaze looked straight into the eyes of the tom-cat in front of him. One foxlenth away was a splash of blood, and the big cat struggled to get there, because of the dead body and the dead eyes which were looking at him as if he would want to save him. O hell no. He reached with his paw at the blood, en scooped some in his claw. He brought it to his face and smelled, "This, this is real blood." thr smile dissapeared for a second when he rolled himself in the red fluid, and laughed. "So, who's this cat?"

He didn't even bother to look at the dead tom that was lying in front of him, for some reason he couldn't care less about anything. A voice drew his attention and the mascular tom stared at the newcomer, ignoring his comment. He thought it was a good catch but for him it was nothing but an easy fight. it had pissed him off a little, he hated when he got an easy kill. The quetion of his just arrived companion made his eyes turn colder than before. Staring traight into the green eyes of the tom, he unsheated his claws. ''How the hell do you think. All of your Crowfood eaters think you are the best at doing anything. But perhaps you would like to see up close how I whiped this piece of fur from this earth.'' He answered, slowly but with a slight threat in his voice. He wasn't scared at all, even if this new cat would turn on him he would ripp him to shreds without hesitation. The words of the tom made him laugh coldly. ''What else would it be you dimwitted mousebrain?'' He answered and took a step forward before his gaze turned condescending. ''Do I look like I give a rat's ass about who this fur was?'' He shook his head and continiued to clean up his paws since they still weren't white yet. ''And then they call me insane.'' He muttered to himself, keeping his claws bare, ready to strike.

After a hard sweep with his tail in the pool of blood, and drops of red liquid flew everywhere. His pale green eyes stared straight at the tom-cat which was muttering something. "Crowfood eaters?" A big grimace showed on his face, and his massive paws led him to the cat. "I didn't mean that stupid dead body, i meant you." The grin on his face grew even bigger, and his eyes narrowed. "You clancats are lazy bums, with your stupid preypile where lazy warriors can pick the nicest prey without even working for it." He spat, right in the face of the Riverclanner. "Did you ever killed a dog? No," With a glittering of proud in his eyes he presented his black collar with the big dog-theeth pinned trough it. "Now, look at our collars, you warriors are to scared to kil a Cat," His grin dissapeared when he stared at the body, which was staring in the endless dead. "Except you." His grin appeared again, and he stepped away from the cat, and narrowed his eyes again. "Once, this whole wood will be ours, and i hope i'm the leader when that's coming."

When the other tom swished his tail he felt a couple of drops of blood land on his face. A soft growl rose from his throat ans he stared at the tom. ''You heard me, didn't you?'' He replied almost challenging before he bared his fangs. ''Why would I tell you?'' His voice was not even defensive, but that grin on the toms face started to annoy him.''Without working? Do you have any idea how much energy it costs to do what I want and what she wants from me?'' He hissed, clearly getting angry now. Yet the remark of the tom didn't go unnoticed. ''Why would I waste my time on those stupid things.'' Het spoke, showing no interest or sowever in the dog matter. With disgust he looked at the collar and shook his head. ''Yeah sure, I'll come find you when I want one of those to hang myself.'' He spoke before staring at the tom without moving a single muscle. ''Well you are truely gullible if you think like that. But I will not change your mind, it'll make you an easy target.'' Now it was his turn to show a grin that would make anyone feel shivers along their spine. He ignored the fact that the tom stated. No he would rather kill everyone that was stupid enough to cross his path than be kind and cuddly. His grin changed in a mocking laugh after the last words of the tom. Did that idiot knew how stupid he sounded saying that. ''Dream on crowfood lover. You will never become a leader of anything and nothing will be yours. Not that I actually care about my Clan but I still have something they call pride. And my pride won't accept any crowfood lover to take this land and rule it.'' He hissed, getting up while he fluffed out his fur, making him look twice his size. He was huge already but now this cat would see a true leader and the strength that a leader needed. ''So in other words you'll be dead and that won't happen.'' He whispered, now making a threat of his words.

"Yeah, sure." He answered, the grin on his face made place for an irritated laugh. "You sound like a killer boy." The irritated laugh faded away and he stepped closer to the big tom-cat, the big tabby still was bigger than he was. "I don't understand you never thought of joining bloodclan." Before he started with talking any further, he stepped backwards, and he grimaced. "Well, you can call us rats or whatever. But you are exactly the same boy. Exactly." His claws made a few strokes in the sand, and a few moments later there was a drawing of a group of cats. Litíll and Miles were laughing at three dead body's of the leaders, and Demon and the stranger-cat were killing another leader. "And Riverclan would be your clan." He drew a crown on top of the head of the strange sand cat and laughed, hard and loud. "But you have to deserve it." His overfull collar shimmered in the starry night and his grin grew very big. "You would be perfect there." Then he remembered to ask his name, and he did, finally. "I'm Demon, you are?"

The answers he got started to bug the massive black and white tom, though his words were partially right. ''Sound like one, what took you so long to figure that out?'' He answered bluntly and shook his head slowly. ''To bad I never had the chance to take the lives of my parents.'' he continiued before he growled at the statement. ''The thought has crossed my mind but then that nuisence called Icy killed my mother, something that should have been my job to do. So I decided to take my paws on a different path.'' He spoke cleary not happy about the facts he just stated. He shrugged his shoulders at the tabby toms words. He didn't care what the tom said he was, he knew who and what he was and that was the only important thing to know. ''Maybe, maybe not. But as I remember I called you a crowfood eater and that ain't a thing you'll see me eating. I'd rather have others do the work for me so I can have fun.'' He said, not showing anything as the tom stepped backwards. His eyes studied the drawing before he started laughing and shaking his head. ''What do you think I am, if I want leadership over RiverClan I can get that myself.'' He sneered and stared at the tom. ''I can deal with anything myself, I don't need a bunch of you to help me. I already know I would be the better leader than that scaredy she-cat that leads us now but I will take it myself thank you.'' He spoke not blinking once. That tom must have been insane, speaking to him like that. Still curiosity had sparked him, perhaps if he learned more about BloodClan he would be able to kill them a lot easier. ''The name is Snowkiller, the better of the Clans.'' He answered, arrogance shining in his pale eyes.

His ears flickered by the words of the big black and white tom. His tail wrapped around his paws and his ears flattened. Icy killed his parents. Well, how wonderful; a big tom, still thinking about his mom and dad which were killed by Icy. Demon knew that the mini tom Litíll and his right hand Miles kicked her from the throne, weak little pussycat. When he started to talk about Bloodclanners eating crowfood, the big tabby yawned irritated. He wasn't intrested in whatever he tought about his clan. Bloodclan could kill al the clans in one go. The strange tom wouldn't survive either. When Demon heard his name, he instantly thought about the dead cat laying at his right side, and a glimp of laughter flickered in his green eyes. "Snowkiller, you'd fit perfectly. But if you don't want it, then shut up with your crowfood stories." The tabby's voice sounded irritated and meaningless. The grin on his face wasn't there anymore, and his eyes stared emotionless and right in the pale yellow eyes of the Riverclanner. He saw his arrogance, and he showed some of his dominance, ánd arrogance. "You filthy clankat. Thinking he's better than every other cat in the woods." He yowled, his voice cut trough the trees, which were waving back on the rythm of the wind blowing. "You are the best cat of the wood, Killer." A evil grin curled on his face, and his green eyes stared at the clanner like he was a little bug. "But not the stongest of the twolegplace." After those words, he stuck his paw in the thick, nasty pool of blood and flicked a red splash at Snowkiller. The grin that decorated his face grew bigger when he did it another time, and onother time and so on. Obsene.

He studied the reactions of the tabby tom without making a single sound. Snow did not follow the movements of the tom and kept his ears as they were. He knew that the tom thought it was pretty pathetic that he thought of his parents but the fact that they did not die due to his claws. But truth was it had pissed him off that he could not do it. Yet he knew the arrogance of BloodClan and he had trained enough to be able to kill most of them off without difficulty. ''It was a name chosen to be true yes.'' He replied before bursting out in laughter. ''Make me stop cause I ain't scared or impressed.'' He spoke calmly before staring at the tom before tilting his head slowly. ''What? Did I hit a nerve there?'' he asked almost innocently before shaking his head slowly. With every movement his fur fluffed up in a challenge and his face was almost split up by his grin. ''Yes I am the best of the forest but you want to call yourself the best of the Twoleg Place?'' He laughed again but did not flinch when the splashes of blood hit his fur. ''And even if I wasn't how come I have been able to kill off so many of your scumbag friends already?'' He said, taking a step towards the tabby tom, not even caring about the name he had just given. ''But let me ask you, what are you trying to accomplish here? You want to provoke me like that stupid old tom I ran in to not so long ago?'' He asked slowly closing his muzzle to that of the toms.

"Maybe you are the best of the forest, maybe you killed some weaklings." De enormous tabbyshoke his head while he was staring at Snowkiller. "But, maybe there are stronger Bloodclanner than those weaklings." When he heard something about an old weak tom, he snapped. "You killed spider? How obvious. This weak old cat can't even kill a kittypet." He growled. He curled his lips and hissed. Demon was a little bit bigger than him, and he looked more intimidating than the clanner with his overfull collar. He had to kill a dog instead of a kittypet, because kittypetcollars didn't fit him. "Well you stupid tom." He bit back "Can kill a kittypet, well done. Ever killed a dog?" After a huge jump, the tabby slashed his collar with an enormous power in the shoulder of his enemy. He let the silver twoleg thing ran over the fur of the riverclanner, and grimaced. He jumped and landed turning with his claws out on the tom, and smacked his collar multiple times at the big cat. They were the same strength, he felt it when he slashed the dogteeth in the big cat's musceles

At hearing the comment of the tom he started laughing, he had done way more than kill weaklings. If only he knew what pride he carried on his heart. ''Oh don't worry I have done far more than that.'' He replied calmly before he shrugged. Like he cared if there were stronger ones, he never got to meet them so why would he bother. He listened to him rant before he laughed again. ''So that thing had a name, he wasn't anything close to a challenge. A pretty boring one to be honest. But now that you mention it I have seen you before, haven't I?'' He said staring at the tabby tom with a huge grin on his face. ''You didn't come looking for me. That was pretty dissapointing actually.'' He contiliued, showing no emotions any more. He was not intimitated by the tom that was hissing. He might be bigger than he was but he was far from fullgrown. He yawned slowly and sighed. ''You asked me that earlier or are you already senile?'' He replied, not even flinching when the collar hit him. Sometimes he got lucky and he simply didn't feel any pain and the surprise at his opponents face was normally just hilarious. Only when he felt the teeth hit his muscle did he wince a little bit. ''Are you done?'' He asked slowly, getting annoyed. He was stil partially recovering from the fight at sunningrocks. ''I have better things to do than re-open wounds that just closed.'' He spoke while looking at the tom. He knew this cat would be a nice challenge but the tom had the upperhand since his own movements weren't as smooth as they were because he was still recoverig from his fall.

He stopped fighting, and anger could be spotted in his eyes. Spider was weak, but it was a Bloodclanner, and he was from his own clan. He remembered when it happened, Draco didn't do a thing, and the doughter of Spider neither. "You were happy that i was too late." He snarled, his sharp nails shove in the earth under his paws. "I nearly killed the apprentice for doing nothing, the weak pile of fur." His anger grew in his heart, and he knew it was going to burst in every second. Then the demon inside him would take over his body and kill everything in his way. "He just sat there, smiling at how his own mentor got killed." He laughed, and looked away after his words. His eyes started to fill with black from his anger, and he did some steps back to make sure he and Snowkiller were save for his anger. "And his own doughter, she did nothing, but laughing at the stupid Draco." Growling and snarling he stared at the wouds of his fight, and he grimaced. "Well, poor boy" He laughed, and followed the scar on his shoulder with his claw, so it would burst open again.

He did not took any notice of the anger he saw, he just didn't care about it. For a moment the only response he gave was an uninterested stare before the black and white tom shrugged. ''I had more to do that day, next time I'll linger around for a good challenge.'' He answered without any interest in his voice. What made that idiot think he gave a crap about a stupid apprentice. He had enough to be pissed off if he looked at his own apprentice who he luckily could dump with someone else today. ''Do I look like I care about that?'' He sighed, a little bit annoyed before he shrugged. ''Who cares that he sat there and watched.'' He mumbled without taking his eyes from the tom. As he stood there, his ears went around, looking for anyone else to come closer since he was nog in the mood to go on to fight today. ''God for him.'' He spoke while he sat down slowly and draped his tail neatly over his front paws. ''I don't need no pity, It was worth it anyway.'' He said and met the eyes of the tom shortly with a glimpse of pride in his own pale yellow eyes.