Hunting Grounds [Open]

[threeinone]

A dark figure slinked through the night, his dark grey fur hiding him in the shadows of the building.

The rat ran, he followed, through a crack in the wall, and pounced.

Satisfied, Rumpus sat down to eat. He didn't mind if he got a little bloody. After all, he didn't wear clothes to get dirty.

[threeinone]

(((I shall bump, because I want Rumpus to do something)))

[Fangor]

Fangor picked at his fangs with a small toothpick, watching the cat. This seriously was the Great Rumpus Cat? Pascal was actually right about the cat? It was depressing to see anything that looked even dumber than Chris, and Chris was becoming such a pain in the neck. He rubbed his own neck, thinking about Macavity's outlash at the notion of replacing Chris.

Chris was a great secret weapon, but beyond that moment, inconvenience. Maybe they broke him a bit too hard.

[threeinone]

Rumpus munched happily. After he finished he stood up, leaving the remains behind, and headed off. He didn't realise he was heading towards someone.

[Macavity]

And heading away from someone.

Sometimes, where Fangor was, Macavity was not too far off. After all, it was undeniably his territory. The Rumpus Cat was under close watch. Since his.. disagreement with his right-hand tom, he had quietly pursued Rumpus' credibility and was disappointed to come up with not much than what was already known.

Macavity was perfectly content to personally observe the intruder from his place leaning further down the wall from where Rumpus was. No matter who they were, if they did not have his explicit permission to be on the premises, they were intruders.

[Fangor]

Fangor was second for a reason. And, though faint, he had the feeling he wasn't alone with the Great Rumpus Cat. He moved in front of Rumpus Cat more suddenly.

"Do you speak?" he asked directly.

[threeinone]

Rumpus stopped, cocking his head to the side, not worried about this strange cat. He was in great mode. He nodded his head, strange smile on his face.

[Fangor]

Right. Okay. So he spoke, but didn't bother replying verbally. Where to take it from there? He clicked his tongue on his teeth. "You a good fighter?"

[threeinone]

Rumpus nodded happily again, striking a pose, arms up in traditional flexing pose. He grinned, licking over his long, sharp teeth. He tail switched happily. He did act like a happy Chris often.

[Fangor]

Oh. Dear. God.

Ever-fucking-lasting CAT!

And he thought it was bad enough with one, but TWO? They had to be shitting him.

He would kill Pascal. Slowly. And painfully. And enjoy it.

"Good... to know."

[threeinone]

Rumpus continued to grin happily.

A bat few past. It was swooping silently, and quickly thought the dark. Rumpus didn't even look or blink as he snatched it out of the air. In one swift movement it was snatched from it's course, and Rumpus was biting into it's throat. He pause. He held the dead bat out to Fangor, silently offering, the black shine of blood around his mouth and dripping from his chin.

[Fangor]

Now, he was a bit more impressed. That instinct, that alarming speed, that thing Chris only had sometimes. It was natural. Maybe there was something about mentally incapacitated cats having more instincts in other areas. Fangor walked forward before tearing off a wing to chew on that, not wanting to set the other off. The offering was there. Kind gesture.

God. Why did he always get the delicate ones? Would Pascal be fucking this one as much as Chris?

"You believe in bringing justice to cats who deserve it?" he asked, head lifting slightly. There was the feeling. That feeling he got of being watched. Yes, he was certain Macavity was near. Absolutely certain.

[threeinone]

Rumpus nodded again, striking the traditional hero pose, dead bat flinging around in the process. He looked down at the bat in his hand, as if only remembering it now. He held it up above his head, lapping at the blood as it dribbled down into his mouth and over his chin and body.

"Tasty," he commented. It was an odd voice. A deep one, made to be booming and intimidating, but said with the inflection of a kitten with candy.

[Fangor]

So he did actually speak. Everlasting Cat, where did he FIND these cats? He was a damn good recruiter, but ugh. It only got more complicated each time. Pascal owed him BIG time for bringing this one up.

The bastard.

"Do you want to be able to eat whenever you want, hunt whenever you want, and bring justice to those who deserve it?"

[threeinone]

Rumpus looked confused. "I already do," he said, before his ear twitched and he sniffed the air.

He looked at Fangor questioningly, before turning around to peer in the darkness.

"Mr. Red," he commented.