The Pale Dead [C]

The loner's eyes flicked up as he watched his companion stagger slightly, likely from the loss of blood. It was going to be a dangerous journey to safety, evidentially. With his companion smelling so strongly of blood who knew what predators might try and strike him down for an easy meal.

His large ears twitched at the rogue's next words, and an amused brow raised as he was eloquently dubbed a 'wild cat'. It made him sound like some sort of uneducated, bloodthirsty beast on a leash that Klaus led around. He wasn't quite sure how to take such a title.

Tarot shifted slightly as Klaus stalked closer, snarling words into his captive's face, ones that revealed more of his family tree to the curious loner. What an odd family reunion he had witnessed this night.

The lithe tom didn't even flinch as his companion savagely clawed his downed victim, some of the blood splashing on his mildly scarred visage. He lapped it away with his tongue, looking over as Klaus gave the order to retreat. The loner nodded, watching his wounded friend dart into the underbrush.

He glanced down at the molly he had pinned, examining her wound, violet hues glinting in the dim light. "That's going to leave a mark." He commented idly, examining her closely, nose twitching, before shifting back and releasing one set of his claws her pelt. "A pity that I have to let you go, I'm sure you'd taste exquisite." he sighed, "Well, such is life, now to return back to the shadows. I bide thee adieu, madam."

Raising his paw up, he struck down swiftly, carving a deep gash from the base of her neck down to her exposed stomach. He made sure to dig in deep to do a lot of damage. The position of his inflicted wound would likely dissuade any thought of pursuing since walking or running would constantly reopen it. A calculated blow, unlike Klaus's strike, which was just aimed to be a 'reminder' it seemed.

Swiftly following the blow he lept back off her, his front leg lifted as he lapped some of her blood off his claws, then shook them out. He bowed slightly towards her, telling his face so he could still see her while doing so. A charming yet eerie smile shifted his red-stained muzzle, and his hues glinted darkly. "Until we meet again."

With his job done, he stood and stalked back into the foliage, not particularly worried about pursuit. After all, the molly and whatever other reinforcements that were coming had a dead leader to take care of. Chasing the ones that struck him down would likely be a secondary concern.

His nose twitched as he followed the scent of Klaus, swiftly catching up enough to keep him in sight as he lurked in the shadows. It was time to lay low and let the waters settle, he'd have to be careful about any future visits to Riverclan or any excursions through clan lands... their little assault on Skyclan wouldn't stay quiet for long... and both of their identities had been revealed.



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OOC: Negating the failed roll because Spotted will not pursue.