Wire around the throat-open

[Axelwing]

*Theres no word check on this board*
My paws walk across the tile, picking the path that I want to go. Wire, paper and bottle trash the floor. I stay against the wall, not knowing whats around the corner. Opening my mouth I breath in. Nothing that needs to be worried about is in here. Striding across the room, the heaviness scares me. The shack is damp but has a heavy astmosphere. I'm use to the open, sleeping under the great blue sky, or underneath the apartments steps.

Moving along, I sight. "Borning, as borning as a dry slice of bread!" I hissed my tail lashing. Not even a rat's scent that was freash enough to even think about is in place.

Moving towards a table, I curl my legs and spring, hopping on the table. Dust and spiders fly out from under me. As my paws hit the wood, not a sound is heard. Purring from the silence of landing. "Good, months of pratice." That's a lie, I never practiced landing silently, why would I? I'm a cat[i/]. Walking across the wood top table, my long tail lashes out from under me.

A war would be fun right now, or at less a good fight.[i/] I thought to my self. I had no life, no mate, no kits, just... my borning life.

*Wordcount-221*

[birdcat]

[Just to note, the Romans camp is the opera, not the apartments]

Orange eyes followed the cat that had just entered the shack, taking in every move the tom made. The eyes belonged to the dark cat that led the Romans, Shinigami. He had come here to take the life of a mouse, only to find that the place was scare of them. All the mice had gone under to get out of the weather, and wouldn't appear again till it warmed up.

The dominant had taken space on a shelf that held different sized bullets, all of which were covered in a thick layer of dust. With a slight flick of his tail, Shinigami scent up a small cloud of dust to grab newcomer's attention."Your landings might be silent," the black cat said slowly. "But your nose is dull, Axelwing." He rose to his feet and jumped onto the clear table-top that showed-off different types of guns. Turning slightly, Shinigami fixed his combatant in his piercing gaze; "Perhaps you need a bit more practice." As he continued to watch the tom, he licked his muzzle as if he'd just tasted a piece of fresh-kill.

[Axelwing]

A smile came over his face.
"Maybe so, but I did know that theres no mice in here," His tail lashed from side to side. Axelwing rolled his eyes, a sleek smile came over his face and the dim light made his dirty grey fur silver. Purring he ran his tongue across his paw and lashed it over his whiskers.
"Hmm... Maybe practice won't hurt. So I'm new around these parts. Do you want to show me around?" Axelwing offered. His ember eyes glowering with curosity.

[Axelwing]

Done.

[birdcat]

His eyes narrowed slightly as Axelwing spoke, this cat was becoming an irritant to the dominant. But he shrugged off the first idea that struck him, for this tom was the only member to his clan at the moment. "You should already know these parts. And I have better things to do then watch over a lost kit," Shinigami growled, keeping the tom in his orange gaze. Then he turned away from the other cat and began to walk down the glass table-top, leaping over the large cracks. He stopped at a rather large crack, this area was new, the shattered pieces of glass were still laid around. Humans. Don't they have anything better to do? he thought with a restrained sigh. Though he took a closer look to notice there was something missing from the showcase. Like it would still work, he just shook his head and jumped over the broken area.

He stopped at the end of the counter and paused, then looked back at Axelwing, "What even brought you to this place?" He knew his reason to be here, but that was a rather big disappointment, Should of known the damn things wouldn't be scurrying around.

[Axelwing]

Axelwing's eyes narrowed and his muscles tighten.
"I can be here, and I'm no kit!" He growled, swiftly moved around Shinigami to where they were face to face. His lips curled over his fang. "I may be stupid, I may be a idiot, but one thing I know that I am not is a kit!" His claws lashed out but instead of having a fight he dug them in the ground. His lashed behind him, as him ember graze glared at Shinigami. "Who are you to tell me that I am a kit?" He challenged.

Twirling around Shinigami, his paws pickled to fight him and his teeth dripped sliva, it was like a dangling heroin in front of a herion addict that hasn't had it in a day. It was like- it was a cat with a mouse, 'Tom and Jerry', who can beat who. Who will be the first one to be as flat as a pan-cake? Who will be the one to win, if a fight start?