Contrary to Popular Belief, Theft Is A Crime [CLOSED]

Nikita's massive paws swung like pendulums, dangerous and vast, claws outstretched. But the ginger warrior was quicker, ducking behind him to yank at his tail. Normally, the loner would let out a hearty laugh and make quick work of the scrap, but his leg had other plans. Buckling underneath his frame, Nikita rolled onto his old wound, tearing at the healing flesh. "Ratdung!" He spat, hissing in pain. Nikita only glared at the forest cat who had bested him. His stubbornness would not allow him to submit, nor would it allow him to admit defeat. He wanted his mouse and he wanted his title. Nikita the terror. But Nikita the terror was in terrible pain. "Vine! Take ze mouse if it is so important! I didn't vant it anyway!" Nikita's green eyes were slits as he glared at the she-cat with spite, tail lashing. Waves of pain coursed through his injured leg, and the tom felt foreboding. He was aging.

Nikita is no longer stunned.

Cardinalcry walked in front of him, not making any hurry. She clawed him one last time across the face. "Don't return to these lands. There are cats that reside here that are far larger and stronger than me, and they will take you down just as fast." She said coldly, hoping he would heed her words.

Cardinalcry used Front Paw Strike, dealing 8 damage and using 10 stamina!

Nikita
HP: 0/45 (-8)
SP: 90/140

Cardinalcry
HP: 9/40
SP: 55/120 (-10)

Nikita turned his head as the she-cat tore his muzzle into ribbons. It meant nothing, hardly different from the rest of the scars he possessed. This was life. Victories and defeats. Constant spilling's of blood. The tom had thought the forest would be different, but wasn't one for overthinking. He had been hurt, but he was the great Nikita. Heaving himself to his paws, the massive tabby growled and spit on the ground, glaring darkly at the cat before him. "You got lucky, squirrel-cat." Hiding his pain, Nikita limped away from the marshes, fur wet as slick with nettles. He would simply move on, continue to venture until he found a place to lay his weary frame.