Post by feeling kinda blue on Feb 16, 2016 0:22:13 GMT
Walking past Harebelly was a gamble but Batwing had been willing to bet prey that the bigger tom would roll over. When Batwing had snapped at the tabby earlier Harebelly had backed down, slunk away with his proverbial tucked between his legs. History liked to repeat itself so the black tomcat had inferred the other cat would do the same now, thoroughly put in his place. Unfortunately Batwing hadn't gambled on his little ploy getting Harebelly's blood up. So, when the bigger cat lunged, Batwing wasn't as ready as he should have been. He spat out a surprised hiss, the sound sharp and sinister like an angry snake. Curving his spine, Batwing tried to whip around and lash out at the lunging tabby only to have Harebelly hit him like a freight train.
Now, for Harebelly the tackle had probably been quite gentle. No claws gripped into Batwing's fur, no fangs sank into his flesh but the momentum and weight the bigger warrior carried was enough to take Batwing off his feet before he could properly turn to face him. What happened on Batwing's end had Batwing's fangs rattling in his mouth as the world whirled around him. A surprised oof was shoved from his lungs as a hefty weight settled itself comfortably over the black tom and amber eyes glared up at Harebelly as Batwing came to rest, back pressed to the ground and his clanmate far too close for comfort. Instinct had Batwing's front claws latching on to Harebelly's fur but thanks to the other cat's ridiculously thick fur he doubted his claws were even pricking at skin, let alone drawing blood. His hind legs were twisted strangely from his unsuccessful attempt to whip around, Harebelly's weight pinning them harmlessly to the soft ground. Without bothering to wiggle Batwing knew he couldn't just slide loose. Harebelly hadn't been so clumsy as Newtclaw, no rage to blind him and make him sloppy.
'Where are you going?'
The words were breathed against Batwing's ear as Harebelly leaned close, the tom's pine scent rushing Batwing's nose. Heart beating fast, Batwing gritted his fangs, ears laying flat in defense of the tom's closeness. His fur was prickling where the warmth from the older tom seeped into his damp pelt, crawling over his skin as if Harebelly thought he could thaw Batwing. Fat chance. Past experience had Batwing wanting to spit and snarl, to take his claws to Harebelly's bright eyes and slice the tom's fur from his skin. Too bad Harebelly didn't fit the docket for Batwing's past experiences. No claws were slicing his skin, no fangs sinking into his throat. Still, Batwing summoned his indignant anger.
Lunging up as hard as he could, Batwing tried to heave against Harebelly's weight, fangs flashing. He missed the tom's neck by a mile, the weight on his scrawny chest too much for Batwing to do more than squirm like a worm. Pinned and powerless. Again. Rage simmered in Batwing's blood, sparking in his belly and lighting in his eyes. Experience told Batwing he needed to make Harebelly bleed for his transgression, for making Batwing powerless like everyone else.
"How dare you," Batwing snarled, his voice low and rough. "Get off of me you oaf before I slice your throat!" It was a horrible threat but this was the second time in one day that Batwing had been put down in the mud. For all he knew Harebelly would be more successful than Newtclaw in trying to smother Batwing but the little black tom was going to take a piece of Harebelly with him. Maybe a hunk out of his leg...a toe or two.
Notes: oh batty is not happy xD he thinks he's about to get smooshed again
Word count: 600
Tagged: @twotone
