from the shadows another cat was produced. indeed, she was a smaller figure than the others surrounding, but that was of no matter to her. recently she had ben hitting quite the spurt, now looking like a strong young cat instead of the young and shrimpy kit that had been her physique for far too long. but size only meant brawn or age to her; the other spawn members might think differently, but she had been sick of underestimation due to her lack of height. but now, it was time for her to learn the art of the graceful kill, and hopefully she might pick up a few tips today.

light ginger fur swaying to a stop as she stood, her soft blue eyes cast an icy stare at thunderhead. the traitor. no cat could be allowed to escape from the spawn and survive, and this fool was no exception. her ear flicked to yassen's words, as she processed them. yes, it was true that she'd recently discovered her own heritage; clan, of all places. but by her own luck she'd been taken away from the soft-hearted idiots who called themselves cats. the she-cat had no recollection of her parents or any snapshots of the few precious moments before her spawn ubbringing. which meant that she had been taken early enough, and fed on blood at before it was too late for her to grow strong from it. whereas thunder, he lacked any such luck as far as she was concerned. and, oh, he'd pay for it. he'd pay dearly for his mistakes.

"craving the life of a kittypet wanna-be," lemon spat distastefully, "anything's better than that kind of crowfood." her gaze, full of hatered, bore into thunder like needles. thunderhead wasn't even worthy of being called a cat anymore in her book. rotting carrion was his title now. her tone grew, softer, mocking, as she spoke again. "i've gotta say, thunder, i had no idea how brave you were. i mean, running fro the inevitable -- that takes guts." and without missing a beat a giggle escaped her lips, cold and shrill as it rose into the air.

at first, lemon could only grin with pulsing excitement as thunder flung from side to side in futile efforts to shake her off. her grip was too strong for him as she raked her claws deep into his flank, and even the spectaters knew it. she may be young -- but the spawn had taught her well. blood was her greatest lust, and the idea of killing was her image of ultimate joy. her maw opened, and she could her herself join in on the laughter, a new shrill cry rising into the air as she fought. ah, what a rush! soon everything else was blocked out, and all that was left in her world were her claws and the desperate, foolish, doomed cat beneath her... today was a good day for a murder. and today, she would prove herself as the best the spawn had to offer. such an idea locked into her aspiration, the she-cat took a lunch for the enemy's throat.

but her gleaming ivory fangs only managed a swift touch of the fur before something shot up her right foreleg. the light ginger cat bristled as she recognized the sourse of the sudden pain; thunder has managed to swivel his head around to bite her leg. in an instant she could feel her blood flowing to the deepening would, trickling out slowly and steadily. even as thunder bit harder, though, her face kept no more than the slightest grimace, and she leaned in to his ear to whisper. "oh, i think not," she meowed calmly as if there was no pain in her leg at all, "think if me as your replacement, the one who had the brains to stick around and reap the spoils. the difference between you and me, fool, is that i don't care what kidn fo crowfood flow through my blood. you do, by the sound of it -- and because of your cowardice, you will die." and suddenly without warning, she pulled with all her might in her caught foreleg. a deepset gash was quickly established as the limp was pulled free when thunder still had a tight grip. but before he could react, lemon had pulled up and ripped at his throat with both tooth and claw.