Re: Can-Can for the Can-Not « Reply #30 on May 28, 2005, 10:00am »
Lamia growls deeply as her attack missed its target. The she-cat suddenly flung herself at the Bengal, screeching and clawing, trying to cause some scratches.
Re: Can-Can for the Can-Not « Reply #31 on May 29, 2005, 11:07pm »
Raina hisses in surprise, not expecting such an attack. She quickly closes her eyes, unsure of what else she could do. Like as not, the other feline would land atop of her, and Raina could do little. Already felt the Bengal pricks of pain from the other's claws. In a fluid motion, the she-cat lashes out with front claws, yowling.
Re: Can-Can for the Can-Not « Reply #32 on Jun 10, 2005, 12:17pm »
Lamia did not expect the little Bengal to lash out so soon after seeming to cower before her. Even as the she-cat attempts to get away from the claws, she feels the weapons grabbing into her flesh. The cat slashed at the fore paws which housed the claws in violent opposition.
Re: Can-Can for the Can-Not « Reply #33 on Jun 14, 2005, 3:43pm »
Raina yowls as the claws bite into her once more, bloody streaks of fur on her tiny paws. The stinging pain caused her to back up, snarling. Enough was enough. Stay back, you. she warned, tail lashing.
Re: Can-Can for the Can-Not « Reply #34 on Jun 14, 2005, 3:58pm »
Lamia sneered, her fur matted with her own and the Bengal's blood. Awwr, had enough already? Jumping back to her spot on the top of the trash can, she hissed, Remember, never cross my path again.
Re: Can-Can for the Can-Not « Reply #35 on Jun 15, 2005, 5:01pm »
Raina gives a long-suffering sigh, wrinkling her nose at the blood tainting her normally pristine fur. Quite fussy about her personal appearance was she, and as soon as the other feline was well out of the way on her trashcan, the Bengal began to lick away the blood, wincing whenever she touched a scratch. In addition, this helped calm her, and she soon regained her haughty mein. In between strokes of her tongue, she offers: Had enough, quite not. I do, however, reiterate that such a physical battle is pointless over such a trivial point. And I believe we would do better as allies than enemies.
Re: Can-Can for the Can-Not « Reply #36 on Jun 16, 2005, 2:43pm »
As Raina's opened her mouth to speak, the she-cat hissed crossly. How dare she speak out against the striped cat, when she had ordered her to leave her sight? However, as she listened to the cat's proclamation, her temper dwindled. I see. Hm. Allies, eh? Why should I trust you? I know for a fact, and you should know as well, that I am not known for benevolent ways. You fought me for no reason, and now you wish to comrpomise our enmity? Begone with you!
Re: Can-Can for the Can-Not « Reply #37 on Jun 16, 2005, 10:13pm »
Raina snorts as she finishes the cleansing of her coat, removing the last traces of blood from her bronze pelt. The wounds were still oozing, of course, but she looked presentable for now, and that was all that mattered to her mind. That and the fact that she seems have have been rebuffed. Crossly, her tail twitches, the stripped apendage moving jerkily. Oh, fine. Whatever you'd like; I need to hunt anyway. But remember this: enemies are all too easy to gain; allies less so. Good eve. With that she walks off, keeping one ear swivled to catch any motion from the other female. Raina had grudging respect for her now, for her ability in fighting. The bengal was rather delicate, and would enjoy learing more of how to fight. Her brain, she could use, her body, less so.
Re: Can-Can for the Can-Not « Reply #38 on Jun 17, 2005, 10:21am »
Lamia stabbed Raina with a dagger look as the Bengal sauntered off. Once she had disappeared from view, the striped she-cat leaped off her post atop the trash can and strode off, looking for a meal. Or anywhere else to cause trouble, more likely.