[EN] the highway to hell

A soft groan escaped his lips when he opened his red eyes and slowly got up. It was still very early and a lot of cats were still asleep, the thought of that made it a bit better that he was already awake. Of course, he loved the clan and would save it even if that would mean his death, but they could be quite annoying from time to time. He yawned and slowly walked around the territory, not sure what do do since he didn't feel like hunting, what he would do later that day. Bloodritual sat down next to a big tree after a while and wrapped his tail around his paws, still looking around because of the fresh scent from another cat that reached his nose. He tilted his head to the right slightly when he looked at the other tomcat and raised a brow. "Isn't it a bit early to be up already?" He asked with his low and raspy voice as always. Wasn't he supposed to be all over Amberhunt at this time of the day before their children came to terrorize them the rest of the day? He shrugged at his own thoughts and looked back at him, still waiting for an answer.

[ & Demonslayer ]
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The massive tom walked across the clearing with a flick of his tail. It was early, but the heat pulled him out of his nest. Demonslayer shared his big nest with his mate Amberhunt, what was nice and warm in the winter months but blazingly hot in summer time. The large warrior took a bite of fresh air and walked out of the camp, enjoying the still cool fresh morning air that blew through his thick gray coat. His thoughts went to his son Skullpaw for a moment, but he did not want to spoil this beautiful morning by worrying all the time so the tom shook his broad head and walked on. Sniffing the air in search of some prey but instead of running into a nice vole, or something like that, he caught a fresh smell from another cat. The scent was familiar and immediately he recognized the smell. It was Bloodritual. The big warrior walked his way and greeted the other cat as he approached him with a nod of his broad head. "Isn't it a bit early to be up already?" His clanmate ask. Demonslayer moved briefly with his ear and opened his mouth. “I could ask you the same, Bloodritual” He said back. His voice rusty but powerful, like always. “But because you are so interested in my life: the heat kept me awake and so I decided to take a morning walk now that the air is still fresh” Demonslayer explaind a little cranky, but that's how his clanmates knew him from. “And you?” The huge warrior asked.

The tom raised a brow at Demonslayer as he explained why he wasn't asleep anymore. "I really, really don't care why you are up, Demonslayer." Bloodritual replied and ignored his question. "Aren't you supposed to be the grumpy and quiet one anyway?" He asked and pulled the left corner of his mouth up slightly. Not that this would be visible for the other tomcat, but the smile was there. "Unless Amberhunt is around of course," He continued with a soft chuckle which he covered to pretend he was clearing his throat. "How are you?" His voice was nothing more than a whisper now as he looked into his blue eyes. Not that Demonslayer would answer him honestly, he would always say he was fine, even with everything that just happened with his son. Bloodritual quickly shook his head after his question. This was none of his business and mouthed a quick apology while getting up to stretch his muscles again. Even with the warm weather he needed to do this a lot, just to keep them flexible because he was getting older even if he didn't want to admit it. A soft sigh escaped his lips again as his mind wandered off to why he was up this early and clawed at the ground, forgetting that Demon was there. He sat back down with a clenched jaw and looked at his paws.

Demonslayer growled inside after the reaction of Bloodritual. Although he sometimes wanted to give such idiots (like him) a tail less, he also knew that this was not allowed by the warrior code. He had to protect his clanmates not attack them. Stupid. Hm. “If you don’t care, don’t ask” He said surly with his eyebrows pinched. "Aren't you supposed to be the grumpy and quiet one anyway? Unless Amberhunt is around of course," Demonslayer ignore him. He didn’t put any of his effort into such dumb cats like Blood. Bloodritual asked how he was doing but after having said it, he thought up and left the question. The big warrior remained calm, but he preferred to press his blue eyes into the back of his head. What an idiot he was. Demonslayer have never liked him. He was one weird ass cat. He even liked Tallstar more than this gray striped hairball. “If you do not know anything better than staring at your paw, we might as well do the morning patrol” Demon said calm but clearly still grumbling as always. Starclan let him say no so that I can go back to my morning walk.

He softly chewed on the inside of his cheek as Demonslayer spoke and looked into his eyes as he said something about him looking at his paws. A soft growl escaped his lips and pulled his lip up. "I have every bloody reason to look at my paws," he hissed. "And if you can't handle that then go back to your children, well, two of them, since you apparently suck so much one wanted to walk away." Venom dripped from every word he said and he got up. Bloodritual wasn't a lot taller than the tom, but it helped him give more power to his words. Just like his red eyes. He pushed his chest foreward slightly and narrowed his eyes. "Don't tell me what to do, Demonslayer." He kept hissing and moved the tip of his tail frustrated, but tilted his head to the left slightly, curious about what the tomcat would do now.

Demonslayer’s neck hairs rose wildly. How dared this lamb sack to speak to him like that! The gigantic tom stepped forward when Bloodritual started talking about his children. He pulled his mouth corners in a silent snarl. “How dare you talk about my children like that” Demon said terrifyingly, his enormous claws pressed into the ground. If he keeps on going like this, he will turn his back on the code and teach this dork a lesson. The warrior code did not excite him anymore. When the other tom said that he can’t tell what to do, Demon raised his broad head intimidating, and said ice cold: “Are you threatening me, Bloodritual?” His tail whipped and his strong muscles tensed under his thick gray fur. If Blood think he could he was badly, badly, wrong.