This Ends Here. (WAR) }{ A war over water.

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

The day has come and I scout ahead.

My paws buzzed beneath each step, lips making guards against the saliva of lust. I scanned the lands with hopeful eyes, knowing my target was to be one particular cat. I'd been sent ahead to scout the area, raise a panic so the others could make an easy enter in the mayhem of frenzied fur. Word had it that Zonta and Eznox had joined together, Anna barely tolerating the agreement. An allie made of razor edged tape can only cause harm to both parties, but can aid with the opposing team.

These lands were of no stranger to me, my memory having kept the pictures at the forefront, just in case this moment of return ever came. I had long since dreamed of this day, the day to finally end the wretched woman's life, and now it was here. And oh how I was relishing in the glory, quivering with the joy of things to come. I imagined her screams of agony, the blood spilling for her ever pore. I couldn't attack without the word of Symphony or Ezhno ordering me, but I could plan out what was to happen when the word came to lunge forth.

A small rustle came from my right and with silence I paused and faced the attacker. A tiny head, not much larger than my paw, burst threw, equipped with two angry eyes that shared in my own souless color. But this cat did have soul, for one so small looked on me as if I were a meager meal. He would defend his pride until every piece of golden fur was plucked from his lifeless corpse. I did not reconize the tiny assaliant, but the scents were clear; a mixture of Anna and Onida. This was a half brother, a mixed blood cat with tiger and lion genes. No wonder he had such wild ambitions so clearly plastered on his face, he shared in my scarlet fluids.

"Small liger cat, do not show me harm, for I am blood. I am sure my name is not foriegn to you, for it is Ahote." My voice was rigid, but held a forced splatter of compassion. The beast took a quick step back, his ambitious gaze shifting to an uneasy one. Ah, so this cat knew me, but I had not been given a good light. I didn't have to fake a hint of kindness for this tom. I could be who I was and nothing more. "Do you really want to fight me, little snack? I think we both know I'd win. You share in my genes, so I know there's some common sense in that tiny skull of yours." The morsal narrowed his eyes and released a sound that sounded like a Murder Ape letting air out of a balloon. I suspected the sound was a hiss, so I unsheathed my claws in warning. Would this cat really be so dumb as to attack me?

"You're not welcome here, Ahote. We do not care--" A snarl ripped through the trees, cutting my little brother midsentence. Out of the shrubs came the bulk of the female, my mother, my prey. For the first time in years, a smile rupped across my hardened expression.

I cackled a sound of satanic pleasure as I approached the three cats. The scents in the environment spoke the story of a camp not too far away, and also gave me comfort in the fact that my own two prides were not far behind. Taking a rigid place beside Ahote, I knocked my hip against his aggressivly. It was a subtle reminder of where his loyalties were, though I didn't have reason to suspect a felony of the tiger. It was clear in his tone and movements he wanted nothing more than to shred both mother and brother. It was loyalty to Symphony that kept him rooted in place. But one can trick a race if he hides his expressions as harshly as this tiger always did. It was amazing what the face can cover up.

Not a single word more was spoken as a look of angry devastation crawled over Anna's shadowed facial expression. It was as if she could feel her impending doom rising before her, and she was silently moaning her defeat. With a single step, the woman retreated to the cover of the plants, leaving her young son unguarded. This frustrated me, for a pride cat should have dedication to all their pridemates, especially their own child. However, a small part of me, the feminist within, understood her reasoning--she wasn't fond of males and the young lad was of the boyish gender. It was her duty as alpha of Zonta to rally up and prepare the rest of her pridemates to be slaughtered--what did she care of her young son was killed by her older son?

With a flickering tail my eyes dropped to the little child standing before us, staring between us both with hatred and lust for our blood. A flash of a thought ran through my mind, wondering if the boy would be welcomed in Ende. His brother was one of our most valued members, so why not continue that bloodline? But, no, it was obvious he was loyal to a mother who didn't love him--that showed a heart we couldn't support or alter. He would die with the rest.

Now if the rest of the damn pride cats would get their furry asses over here before Anna gets the troops and out numbers me and Ahote....

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[I L Y I C H]

Montego--
My steps were sharp and measured, back straight and long legs locked I moved with the purposeful gait of any hate filled soldier. And there in the grass I saw the first two arrivals, the flaming back and sandy head of my superiors. A small almost silent snarl slid between my fangs. Beyond them sat the cub of Anna. Ahote's little half brother. My over sized ears arched forwards in interest. Such ambition even in his terror. He was like a small unbroken Ahote, how odd.


"My what do we have here" My voice fell into a respectful octave, placed for my superiors ears. My eyes held no such respect, disdain and annoyance glowed in their hazel depths. "Where's you're pretty Ma'ma going, Boy?" My voice curled, cat-tailing into a sneer. I wanted to rub it in, just a bit. Mother's didn't love their sons, only pretty little daughters. This boy had never had a father to love him, he didn't know what love felt like. And I would bet he only knew what it looked like by the sights of his mother loving his sister.

My voice was too high pitched for my continued amusement, even hearing myself talk made my stomach churn, so I would remain silent. Silent and watchful, my eyes slid over to Annora's nodding towards our camp. Symphony was coming, and the others moved with him. My eyes and ears flicked to Ahote, and I could help but make one more comment. "Are you ready for this chapter to end, Sir?" I was unsure of the other man's relations to this pride, though I knew his blood links I had never delved too deeply into the emotional. Emotion was not a thing I often found in the tiger.


Ilyich--
Anna's pride was in trouble... I suppose that means my pride is in trouble. Lifting my head to watch the woman move into camp in her panic. Yes we were being invaded. The small point of warmth at my side shrunk itself closer to me. Glancing down with little interest I watch Noelle's face morph into one of utter terror. Yes... My pride was in trouble. "Calm yourself. And hide yourself." I stood, face held in its usual blank mask, as my stomach started to heat and churn in what I would think was anticipation. I gave the liger girl one look to make sure she complied and padded to my fellow leopard.

Tuma took one look at my face, at what was most likely burning in my eyes and started to quake. "W-we're off then, Ilyich?" I nodded, ginger eyes locking on his brown. There was a strange mingle of fear hate and utter determination there that confused me, but made me proud in the same instant. "You are brave, bruder." He blinked, his narrow spotted face tilting up to look at me. "I don't fell like it" In the face of war and the death of what was my family I smiled at him. A rare true and warm smile. Tuma froze, jaws parting only slightly. "That is why you are brave"[/b

Turning I stepped to Anna. "Bruder and I are prepared to fight for you, Mother. I have hidden little schwester also." My head lifted slightly, tail coming out of its usual limp state to curl up behind me. "I hope we live, Alphess but if we die I die with pride in me and our names at me tongue." Tuma, standing beside me, nodded forceful, his own tail lifting in compliance with mine. "Lets give those sorry assholes a taste of what this family can do" I turned my skull to look at him with a drowsy stare of joy and release a bark of zeal. "Mögen sie fallen zu Ihren Füßen!"


ooc:// translations //first line - brother .... sister // last line - may they fall at your feet!

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

I couldn't believe what the idea my brain was toying with. It wasn't compassion that fed it, but a concern for survival. I needed to conserve my life, that was all I knew how to do. But, seriously, would this be the best course of actions?

Should I help Zonta?

I awkwardly lay hidden, watching feline commune with feline, ears flat against my oversized skull. The shadows swallowed me, leaving nothing my a faint purple hue and two yellow orbs to give away my location to the edge of camp. It was a hard decision, though it shouldn't be.

Survive and loose my pride, or die with pride?

Well, when I put it like that, the choice was easy. Screw pride, I wasn't a fond one for outside opinion (outside being anyone that isn't me). If I didn't help Zonta pride fight off these bastards, my easy water source would be terminated. Anna was insane, but she was tolerant of sharing the watering hole. This new group of idiots would defend it and make getting a drink a mission rather than a leisure. I'd have to kill someone with every sip!

Climbing to my feet, I boldly exited my covering approached the mother tigress with a daring eye. The shecat gave a snarl of surprised before positioning herself in defense between myself and her two leopard friends. I dipped a head with greeting, knowing I was only seconds away from being attacked and being forced to kill the one who could be my partner in war. "Anna, Anna, hold your claws! I am here to bring aid, not danger!"

God, my voice sounded so damn desprate.

The tigress tensed, eyes narrowed and form stiff, every ounce of fire directed towards me. The girl couldn't understand why I knew her name, and I had no time to answer. Her little son was rushing into camp, a ball of mixed breed fury. He saw me, closed his mouth, and stopped. I knew he wanted to tell his mother, the mother he loved but recieved nothing but hate in return from, that the Ende and Akando prides were forming a giant mass right outside the camp. I could hear the murmers, feels the steps of the largest beasts. Ezhno's scent came forward and I knew the monster was coming on fast, leading his own party to fight off this pathetic group of lights. I had to speak fast and briefly.

"Mama, who is this?" The little male demanded nervously, only to be shot down by a hateful hiss from his mother. It was weird, the prick of emotion I felt towards the neglected child. Then again, all experimental mistakes have moments of normality. This was my time--I needed help, like a typical being occasionally does, which opened more windows for the ordinary to come in.

"Hush, Alphonse, do not fret for your mother. I am not to harm her, but aid." I repeated myself, looking to the boy with a hard gaze, though the edges were gentle. Turning back to Anna, I released a sigh of frustration. "It is not an easy thing for me to admit weakness for I am, as you realize, a Folami. But, Anna, I rely on your watering hole and take pleasure in the easy access of it. Letting you and your family get slaughtered and that piece of land taken over would be a sacrafice of my own life. I can not have that, so I will fight by your side."




Ahote
I watched my brother reside after my mother, my ears turned to hear my pridemates words. Annora shifted her own gaze to me, guarded curiousity for my answer in her gaze. My jaws opened to give a definate assurance of my great pleasure in ending this here, but a small moment of hesitation played and I could see the lioness had caught it. With narrowed eyes of disapointment, and a heap of distrust, the lioness turned to face the entire impact of her fuming glare upon me. "Say the words, Ahote, or I will end you here and now. Anna is to die, and you are not to cry over her death."

My emotions screamed in rage at the insult in her tone. How dare she accuse me of having the slightest desire to keep Anna alive!? No, it was not the idea of Anna dying that had made me hesitate--it was the thought of my siblings being slaughtered because of my hate for our shared mother. Both had to suffer that foolish woman just as I have, except they have it worse. They know no better Anna, only the crazed, insecure girl she is now. I could remember good times, but their good was based on whether their mama smacked them that day or not; whether or not their mama loved them that day or not.

My face, through all these thoughts, had remained rock solid and looking to neither female. It wasn't until I cleared my head that I took a step back to put both girls fully into my vision. "I will speak honestly to you both, for you are deserving of that. There is not a thought in my mind telling me Anna should be given the opportunity to live. It is my half-sister and half-brother that I hesitate for. But if ordered to kill either of them, I will not give that same pause. Maybe I will have some minor regrets, but sacrafices have to be made when in battle. Them two could perhaps be great rulers like our Symphony Bava' some day, but, then again, they could be lowlife scanvengers like Anna, as well. It is best that we never know." I focused the entirety of my attention on Montego, daring to let a hint of emotion, whatever it may be, leak into my eyes now that Annora could not see them. "So, to answer your question simply, Montego, yes, I am ready for this chapter to end. For only when one chapter ends, can another begin."

OOC//: You can make Ende and Akando enter, you can keep it seperated for now...doesn't matter Or you can bring in more outsiders to help Zonta/Eznox. They need it, and I will be bringing in more, so that the war is more evenly matched <3

[I L Y I C H]

Montego--

I smirked, looking proudly up at my superior. It was what I expected, but I was unprepared for the emotion... his eyes. Large angled ears shifted slightly back as I blinked at him. His words were true, though I wanted very badly to point out the fact that the end of a chapter could result in the end of a book. Instead I simply swished my black ringed white tipped tail and answered "Then may the page fold smoothly for you, sir".

Turning my hazel eyes away from him, still slightly perturbed as to why he had given me that single look, I lifted my lean body into a sharp bold salute. My master of arms was here. Symphony moved silently, a look of utter satisfaction plastered to his face. He knew that those kittens had no chance against us. The water would be ours. Zonta would be ours. My lips curled, there would be no regret for the elders who fought us hard, but the children- Ahote's half siblings...

What kind of man kills cubs?

My whiskers twitched with a single flick of uncertainty before I hardened myself again. I was that kind of man. I was willing to do whatever I was told to protect and safeguard the lives of my pride members. I was the smallest in this group ,and I knew now going in to this, the most likely to die. I had no qualms. I copied Ahote, whipping away any form of emotion, letting my body sink into a pool. My brain flinched slightly at the feeling, as I locked myself up in preparation.



Symphony--

Triumph. I could taste it on my tongue. This was right, this action we took. My eyes slid sideways to glare at Ezhno with interest. If this wasn't right then why had the voices hushed? They were happy, relaxed in the back of my mind. Only faint whispers of pride reached him. Oh the joy. Oh the silence. My long tail swished behind me. I felt clear for the first time in ages. Clear and ready to massacre anything in my way. This was for my Ende, they were my family. I would make their lives better, make them happy. Try to remove the strain of their own inner voices so they too could feel the raw pure emotion flooding my senses right now.

I began to walk lower as our group approached Zonta, and I slapped a hind paw to tell Oneda, Blaze, and Zayden to do the same. The closer we came the closer my belly brushed the earth, and the more alive I felt. They would not see my regiment. We moved like true guerrillas. Let them know that Akando attacked but let them not see we until the moment of demise. My smile flared, icy against an already bleached face. Normally my body would be obvious on the ground, but small left over snow slushes caught me, held me in their silent hidden embrace. My stripes flared, body hidden in the shadows and lights.

This was my heaven and my enemy's hell.



Fletch--

Akando moved with Ende, until Ende suddenly vanished in the grass. No not vanished, my eyes caught little flashed of color and shade in the long dead grass of Zonta. Such beautiful tactics. I turned silver eyes on Ezhno to see if he too would follow. But I was given no answer for the moment. My claws slipped out. Some of the more pathetic women had been left at home. I could remember them hiding, some of them anyway. It was pathetic infuriating. I'd snapped at and broken one of their tails.

Mothers are the weakest creatures alive. Cowards are the most pathetic. Combined its one big cluster of worthless flesh. Why Ezhno would allow any of them to stay I did not know. Breeding purposes I supposed, but I had no idea how he could get it up for those... things. But then I had no way of telling him so, the ragged scar under my chin had silenced me forever. Damn humans, somehow they managed to be even more pathetic then all of the cowards at home.


Kaylie-

Such fun this would be. Already I moved with claws unsheathed, and teeth bared. No sound came from me, though I wanted very badly to yell a rebel howl. My lean body moved slowly, easily, following after the mute grayish lioness before me. At first when I had seen her move forward to enter the attack ranks I was shocked. She was truly beautiful, and most of the pretty ones had already slunk away and the rest had begun to follow the first wave. But not she, Fletch had lifted her chin and stepped right up to Ezhno and dared him with her eyes to say a word.

What an interesting family I had found.


Paragon-

I moved silently, white body stark and unhidden in the camp. I had stepped from the opposite side of the other monster. My body held loosely, no sign of any emotion what so ever. I wouldn't let them know just how badly I wanted to help them. That would be too much of a weakness, too much of an incentive. I moved across the clearing, ignoring the weak snarl aimed at me by the smaller of the two leopards. "Anna" The name came soft and fast. I moved to stand astride the other larger Folami.

We both smelt of chemical, her more so then I, but it was still there, that scent. The scent of torment and human testing ravaged across our bodies. Mine I would guess more then her's. Mahal, my little friend, had told me of her. The chemically altered Bee... He claimed she was weird but nice to him so she was alright, even if she drove Ma'ma crazy. I gave her a short look of greeting before turning my eyes back to the tiger. "Not to be rude, Alphess of Zonta, but do you really have a choice in soldiers at the moment?"



Ilyich--

I moved closer to Brother, stepping to his side and lowering my head so I was at his level. "Is a folami, a human creation. Not sure who, though" Anna may not wish to listen to Al in normal situations, let alone trying ones, but I would. I felt... bad for the younger animal. I felt emotion towards him. But no pity. He helped along his mother's hate. I felt only fear of what the hate may do to him. I sat down roughly by his side. And loudly proclaimed in what to all appeared a bored voice. "It seems they will fight anyway Anna so why not with us?"

I cast a long tired look at Anna, at the tiger who had helped me and loved me so greatly for no other reason than a want to. I watched her and wondered in some small reclusive part of my mind what would happen to her if we died. What would she do if I or Noelle or even Alphonse and Tuma were to die? And not her. That would be a worse torment. But at this moment she was only the tormented woman of a too small pride that she had become after I had met her. And as an after thought I added another sentence. "We all want to help you... you must let us. We are not children."

I tucked away the small thought that told me how much I would enjoy being cut down today on the barren expanses of Zonta's pride lands.

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

Ackecheta
I was at my alpha's heals, paws buzzing with pleasure and thrill. My head came to Ezhno's nose, ears able to brush against his chocolate colored eyes. But I knew my place, my place where I stood and obeyed. The master had given me strict duties. He knew dear Izaray could defend herself, but my task was to keep her further protected like any good mate would. The bloke wanted me to be a gentleman, and that was something I could do for my lioness.

My auburn eyes watched as the final Ende member disapearred into the long grasses, their leader shrinking into the slushy snow. I wanted to follow suit, to become invisible, but I knew that was not the way Ezhno fought. He was a defiant male, one who took great pride in seeing fear, not surprise. He loved power, and I followed behind him as I nonchalantly approached the camps bordering brambles and stopped to listen to what was going on within. He was nosy, wanting to hear what the pride within was planning to do to try and survive. Then a wave of concern ripped across my glands. My eyes narrowed as I scanned the area around me to try and find the culprit of unease. My eyes rested on a timid leopardess of Ende.

The girl was te one who always seemed to slink to the back. The one who Annora occasionally brought to be her helped. The one who would never say no.

What was her name? I ran the list of Ende cats through my brain and landed on Orenda. The cat was one who'd do anything to please anyone. She had a daughterly obsession with Symphony, one which I found annoying because she raised the tiger on a petastool. At least Annora understood we Akando cats didn't care much for Symphony and our loyalties were with Ezhno. Orenda seemed to believe everyone must love Symphony as much as she does. How incrediably annoying.

My rank in Akando was high, so I dared to nudge Ezhno's hindquarters with my skull. The male turned his stone-like eyes on me, questioning my motives. I crept forward and gave a silent demand for the alpha to lower his ears to my lips. Once set, I gave a soft whisper, "That Orenda of Ende had a scent of concern. I know her with decentcy, sir. She is not one to be fearful over things that bring her rulers joy. She's a robot of their whims and finds joy in their joy. This means her concern is of something new, something she only just found out. Shall I inquire?" My alpha pulled away and nodded, granting me permission to creep quietly over to the leopardess that lay hidden in the shadows, ears perked to the camp just beyond.

"Orenda, my dear, what seems to cause you unease?" I forced forward compassion, knowing how this woman works. If I was to have her be sure enough to share an unease, she had to be reasurred that I was not one to judge her. I could see her pause, look me over carefully, before smiling a half smile.

"Akando Sir, these cats we wish to fight, they have Folami giving aid. I hear Folami are a force to be reckoned with. But do not mind my petty fears, dear Sir, I am nothing but a coward. My pride and yours will not be held down by dogs." The smile remained and I nodded false agreement before crawling away to my own master. Ezhno lent me his ear and I told him the news. He seemed unpertrubed by it, not sense of concern on any flick of his feature.

We would slaughter these worthless cats and their dogpets.



Yanamai
I couldn't believe what I had walked in upon.

My brother, my Ezhno, was still the same cold hearted killer he was all those years ago.

He was about to murder a pride for a few small specks of water.

There were cubs in that pride! And cubs in my brothers pride! They would have cubs fight? My brain couldn't comprehend the concept. Cubs don't fight in wars! But here stood two yearlings, one that smelled to be his own daughter! And the male yearling was of high rank, by how he walked so close and conversed openly. What kind of twisted pride did my brother run? And what kind of cats would fight under his rule? Or team up with him, for that matter? The way the lions seemed seperate from the other breeds, and the way their scents differed, it was clear two seperate prides were here. Ezhno's, and some tiger's. These American soils created some weird setups.

"Ezhno, how could you perform such vile actions? Even father would not have children fight in wars! Remember how he risked his life to protect us younger cats, knowing we are too small to fight for ourselves?" I couldn't help it. I had run from my cover, hearing a loud hiss from the yearling male as I came face to face with his alpha, spewing words of accusation. The bloke seemed too surprised to react, more by my words than appearance. I could see him making an honest effort to pull a name, knowing only a sister would speak of his father in such a fashion. "Yanamai." I hinted with the word and saw the male shake his head in reconigtion. Or so I though he reconized me.

"Sorry, but that name does not sound familiar. I have many sisters, female. You can not expect me to recall them all....or any of them, really." He said the words a matter of factly, as if it was so normal for a brother to care so little as to admit he remembers none of his sisters.

"Well, Ezhno, I have many brothers and still remember your name. I even remember the brother you made kill himself." That got him. That memory of his little sibling that had commited suicide. No one had heard of a lion killing himself in our pride before that time, so of course that memory would stay with Ezhno. And with that memory my face was present, for I was the one who had cursed him for causing the death.

"Ah, okay, I remember now. For your information, little sister, we don't live in Father's land anymore. This is my world here and we go by my rules. There are some foes small enough that even a cub could take them down. This isn't Africa, where our smallest threats are runt lions. No, we have breeds of cats that are full grown and smaller than our newborns. Now, get back in line and fight for me and you may have a seat in my pride. We need some our Dad's blood to be passed on after I die, besides that bit that is in your neice."

[/b][/i] I watched the male turn away after he had spoken, fully expecting me to obey. Fury washed up into my gullet and I forced myself to be in his face once more.

"I don't know who you think you are, Big and Powerful Ezhno," the sarcasm was thick and the alpha snarled in responce, "but I do not work for you here. I would have in Africa when you took over, but this is not the same. No, Brother, I shall fight for the side that owns these lands. I shall fight for your enemies, if I must fight at all." Knowing I was now a part of enemy troops, I quickly retreated from the enraged brother, taking refuge in the distracted clump of cats that were his enemies.

Cats and Folami. Where was I?



Anna
My daughter spoke, my tall daughter with spotted pelt.

Everything here seemed like a dream. Another Folami had entered my vision while I snarled my threats to the only present one. And then a lioness had broken into camp, but only to shrink around the outskirts, no obvious threat in her, but only fearful submission. The world was standing still.

Until Ilyich spoke to me.

I turned to her with fire in my eyes. It was not anger that reside in the depths of my stare, but burning love and protection. "You may not be a child, Ilyich, but you are still my children. I can not let you or Noelle fight for us when it seems so clear that we will be defeated. Go and hide with Noelle." In the back of my mind, I knew the real reason I could not let Ilyich fight. Ilyich was one of those felines that lusted for their own pain. I could not bare to loose her because she liked to feel the blood caressing her wounds.

Turning to the Folami, and the hovering lioness, I pushed aside all distrust. "If it is to fight in Zonta's honor that you wish to do, I am grateful for such actions and for any blood spilled in our defense. To show our debt to you, never will a threat be raised against either of you when in search of water on our lands." It felt good to speak with sense again, to lead my pride with a clear head. But one glance at Alphonse reminded me that I was not a good little girl. I had create two males with my own body, two males that had no worth.

Turning to face the little male, I snared at his loyal expression. He was a good cat, but I didn't have the heart to show it. In his eyes, Ahote resided. "You will fight for us, Alphonse, but I know that by the end you will follow your good for nothing brother and join Ende. It is in your blood to be a bastard. Your brother and your father cursed you." I turned away and face my spotted daughter again, unease in my eyes. In knew she'd fight for me, even when I had told her not to. Lowering my head sorrowfully. "I would prefer you obey my words and hide with Noelle, but I know such is unrealistic. If you must fight, then fight. But please protect Noelle if she should come to aid us. Can I trust you with that?" I didn't look at her, only looked sadly to the ground. I knew my daughters. They would fight for me. And I could lose them.

But maybe their devotion to one another can keep them alive.[/blockquote][/size]

[I L Y I C H]

Ilyich-

I watched my mother, my friend. My body stiffened into a salute to her nature, if anything else. Anna had become some other person in the months after her children were born, but here and now when it was most important she had come back. I smiled a harsh smile but a smile none the less. Her words did not surprise me, and I did not respond. She knew me well enough to know I would not sit out a hide like a cub. She was worried, I knew about my own hidden... fetishes. But did she not trust me? Did she not think I would do all in my power to guard my little adopted siblings? What I wanted or needed was not in the same hemisphere as what it would mean to keep them alive.

I would not fail in that. I could not fail in that.

Despite my love for my mother, I growled slightly at her words to my brother. My tail curved around to brush his spine. "His heart is far stronger then the other's was, Mother. There is no reason to compare them." I could not help it, defending him. I loved Anna, but I had loved my true mother more, and she had killed my little brother. I would not let that happen again. I turned my head to stare resolutely at the two Folami. The purple eyed one stared back, eyes flickering. She seemed unsure as to why she was here.

Didn't that make two of us.


Symphony-

We would wait, parked outside of their homes until Akando had attacked from the front. Ende was not a pride of stupid overly dominant lions. We knew the proper form of attack. This way, fewer of us would be injured. Akando would be cut down like hogs before we attacked from behind. If I was to... not here the call for arms for a little wile, surly more of my.... friends would be cut down.

I smiled into the long grass. Passing whispers to Annora's I told her flatly. "When Ezhno calls for us do not go. We will have our friends less in numbers when this ends" My tail made slow alternating strokes. This was where it all began and all ended. Cats would die on this place. Blood would baptize the pure snow, and we would dance in our victory.


ooc:// lazy post is lazy

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

Anna
I turned and looked at my oldest daughter, eyeing her with uncertainty. I never became angry with my daughters, but her words were upsetting ones. If she could not see the little demons true form, how could I ever feel peace? Or anything close to peace? What if this war killed me, but my daughters and Alphonse live? Alphonse will not be condemned, thus he will fool them all. A shiver ran up my spine, but I decided not to debate, knowing this could very well be the last time I ever spoke to my spotted daughter.

Turning away, I pushed myself passed the Folami and Alphonse, shoving aside the lioness. The golden female slunk around shamefully, but I didn't care why she felt uneasy about siding with us. Her scent held a trace of Ezhno, so I assumed she was a cub of his. And I didn't care. Good for her for betraying her father. That means a lot of his fury will be directed at her and she could be a decoy.

"Alphonse, hide near the rival prides and shout an alarm when they begin their charge." My son respond with haste, seemingly unphased by my earlier accusation. He is a good boy, why can't I just let him be? My heart ached to love my son, but my brain knew it was not logical. Every male I had ever cared for had turned against me. Except for Tuma. That realization hit me and I accepted that he too would betray me. It was only a matter of time.

He just better wait until after this war.

I watched the liger disapear into the brambles, only to reappear in a panic seconds later. But he didn't come head first....his rump appeared first. When his head appeared, I snarled. A white lion was nose to nose with my son, eyes ablaze and teeth showing in a blood lusting smile. I remembered this cub. Onida and I had shown him mercy, but he had held such disrespect. He had spread lies about us, saying we had held him captive. Stupid white lions, always causing trouble. Onida. Ackecheta. Zayden. All white lions. All bastards. Great.

"Kill him, Alphonse!" My son was half the size of the beast and so I demanded he take part in an impossible mission. He would obey, I knew he would. And he would die. Good riddance....? I didn't know anymore. Maybe I loved him. But it was hard.

"I would like to see him even try."

A golden paw sprang from the brush, swatting my son away like a fly. The paw was followed by a maned head, which lead to a muscled body full of scars. I gulped nervously as Ezhno roared for his pride to follow him and Ackecheta from the bushes. Alphonse climbed back to his paws. I took a step forward. My son and I, however paniced we were, however hopeless this battle was, we stood our ground with hate filled gazes. Like mother like son. Face with a common enemy, the two of us could mingle without tension.

"Ezhno." Alpha to alpha, I greeted with a hateful tone. The male turned his chocolate eyes to me, his white sidekick watching Alphonse with indifference. A laugh passed Ezhno's lips, his head thrown back with the force.

"You take role of alpha, tigress Anna? What an amusing little slice of information." That was his greeting before he pulled his body to sit completely exposed in my camp. The home of my family. How dare he!

But he didn't attack. He just sat there and waited for his minions. And his pale friend stayed tense, eye to eye with my son.

The son whom would fight for me when I would just as quickly kill him myself.

[I L Y I C H]

Ilyich--

I watched mother, slightly annoyed that she could not see brother's good heart. I was not one to speak when it came to reading emotions, it was difficult to understand something that you could only grasp in small tides. My face contorted from its normal silence to one of confusion. I stared in open blatant confusion at mother for a long second before a weight pressed against my side, hidden from Anna's view. Orange eyes met hazel, and Noelle ground her claws into the dirt under her paws. "I wont play coward wile my family fights" She and Al were almost eight months old by my approximation.

I gave her tawny stripped body a sharp nod before looking to Alphonse. "I would expect nothing less from either of you, brave Geschwister" Noelle nodded in response, fear and determination flying off her in waves. My eyes slid to Anna, wondering. I would protect both of them with my life if need be. But I would not make them hide, I would not make them stand back. My tail curled high above my back as I turned my eyes to Ezhno and his lacky.

My bored expression drilled through them both, ignoring their immediacy and simply looking for weakness in their scars. Scars are the entrance into every monster's mind. They both had the same problem of direct battle based on weight and power alone. My eyes narrowed. An easy enough thing to topple, if I didn't get crushed beneath them.


Montego--

Symphony had us loop behind, and they suspected nothing. With the abrupt entrance of Ezhno and his precious little heir, they had been distract, at least most of them. The white dog, larger then me and perhaps only a hair shorter then Ahote himself, had turned, lavender eyes searching the silent grass behind her back. Lips drawing away from her teeth she gave a low rapacious snarl before looking back to the front, obviously trying to catch the alpha's attention. Even dogs felt the need to differ. Or perhaps this white mutt was only playing at an experiment herself.

Symphony's tail slid sideways, before bobbing. My eyes remained locked on the black tipped appendage. He had seen the woman's response as well, and knew our cover to be soon blown. Best to sneak forward then back. The white tiger moved slowly forward, effortless in its silence. I followed him without a word. Ezhno's people had come forward also. The pale gray beauty of a lion mute as she stood to the white boy's left. The gray beast of a woman snarling as she stepped to Ezhno's right. Games were soon to begin. And only one side would remain standing.

Symphony had called it, if Ezhno did not fall in this war then Ende were to destroy him in any way necessary, be it in battle or long after this water war had been settled. My small form prevented me from fulfilling this order myself, but I would glean information and help from others. I was not too arrogant to claim I did not need it. My small body waved as it stepped from the grass, just behind the giant white form of my leader. The white folami wrenched around, snarling outright this time.Symphony pulled to his full height smiled coldly at it. "Good day."

Ende had revealed itself.

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

Denerbe

It was clear this group of cats had no leader. No leader who could lead, anyway.

The tigress they called alpha would have done fine, except her son made an appearance soon after the white tiger's. Once Ahote was in vision, Anna was gone. Her eyes glazed over with hate. One could not win a battle with hate, nor with love. You had to have a clear head, free of any and all emotion. You had to have a clean slate.

You had to be an experimental error.

I ran myself to be in the middle of the camp, siding Akando on one side and Ende on the other. An eye on each, I bared the entirety of my fangs, my lithe form tenser than it had ever had to be in the past. We were out numbered by many, but the quantity did not win wars, it was quality. Though numbers damn well helped.

Anna would not be able to fight well if she were placed to keep Ende back. Her mind would be set on Ahote and no one else. My sense of humor clicked in as I considered Ahote's name; he who smiles. I don't know about his childhood, but the boy didn't smile much now a days. And Anna meant mother, but the girl was no Mother. How the times sure do change a cat. Fortunatly, Folami tend to stay the same. Usually. Carska had shifted recently....

Ah, but to focus on the now. My thoughts ran wild as I calculated in the quickest fashion. I did not know fear, for fear was made by hormones. I don't have such things, so all I could keep in my mind was I had to survive. Survive at all costs. "Alphonse, Noelle, both of you must stay together, you hear me?" I spun to eye both young children. Anna tore her hateful gaze and let it fall on Noelle in surprise.

"Noelle, get you ass--"

"We need her, Anna, so shut your fucking mouth." The tigress obeyed grudgingly, knowing I spoke only truth. The young brother scurried away from Ackecheta and eagerly placed himself with his young sibling, ready to protect her with his very fur. I knew she would do the same for him. "Where I come from, there are rules to war. But I know such would not be present here." I grumbled a sigh before watching Ezhno step forward, towards me. The war was to begin.

"Here kitty kitty." I teased the bulky male, my head towered above his. I was tiger size, and he was a mere lion. He beat me in bulk, and I knew that was where he conjured his confidence. If only he knew of my background. If he knew of my genes. Oh, kitty kitty, don't bite off more than you can chew.

I bellowed a laugh as he leapt forward and my lithe form slithered away with ease. I was strong and agile, like any of my kind. This cat had never fought a Folami, that much was clear. "Let me give you a lesson on Folami battling, kitty cat." With ease I was upon him, my gripping paws slung around his neck. I used my skinny appearance to wrap my head around and snap at his facial scars, the ones most previlent, the ones given by Blaze. Each little line was torn open, blood blinding the brutes sight. Leaping away, I watched the male use a forepaw to wipe the blood away over and over, trying to see my next move.

But I only watched him, deciding this male was not worth my time, but also knowing I had to fight him. How disapointing.




Ahote

There was only one cat I wanted to fight.

Only one being was worthy of my hate.

She would be my only mission.

I knew it was the Folami girl's plan for Anna to keep from fighting me. I knew Anna would be an easy kill. Her hate towards me was a consuming one. Ruled by emotions, the girl wouldn't fight with any skill. But I would let her think she could win so I can see the shocked disapointment in her gaze as she died. Died from a broken heart as her once beloved son stole her pathetic life.

And then my Mommy could finally be at peace.

Oh Anna, this war is not over water, it is over broken hearts. Oh Anna, you should have stayed away. Oh Anna, I could not let my feelings return for I had hurt so much when you had gone away. Oh Anna, I was so young.

Oh Mommy, I love you, can't you see what this does to me?

I walked towards my mother with solid eyes, hiding any forbidden thoughts. Of course she responded with a vision of hate, I did not permit her entrance into what I really had going on. I was a shark on land, a beast with steal eyes that every feared, but misunderstood and looking for meaning. Mommy, you hurt me and so I hurt you. Now we have to end this. Mommy, can't you see that it is either you or I must die? I don't want you to live knowing you killed me. Mommy, you can't handle it, but I can. Mommy, you're no monster. Mother, I am. Mother, I can't let you turn my little brother into me.

The final steps had my feet made of lead. They were slow, my expression still blank. I looked cold, but inside I longed to have that hate on my mother's face turn to love. But it wouldn't. She was too far gone. I had to kill her. I had to. It was for her own good. I knew I was only trying to convince myself of what I thought was wrong. My loyalties were with Ende, and Ende didn't love their mommies unless their mommies were part of Ende. But I did love my mom. I always did. The sooner she was dead, the sooner I could stop pretending.

The truth was out.

I now understood why I wanted to kill Anna with every fiber of my being. For her. For Alphonse. But also for me. Once Anna was gone, I could truly be who I was, a heartless drone of the Ende realm. With her still alive, my loyalties had flaws. A part of me would always want to be back in Zonta pride. But once the shecat was dead, I would have no true ties here. My siblings could be raised better by Ilyich than by Anna or myself. Both of us would only taint them. We needed some of my mother and my's former self being passed on. We used to be good cats. We did, honest.

There I was reasoning with myself again, all the while staring blankly at Anna, indifferent to her venomous, dead eyes. She shook with rage and I knew she would do everything in her power to kill me. Everything except use her brain. Her brain was consumed with lust for my blood, and that was not an image of skill. She would hurt me, but I would come out victorious. No, I would defeat her, but I wouldn't win. I could not win.

Winning would mean she would forgive me and be my mommy again.

She made the first move, leaping forward in utter disgust. I stepped to the side, dodging her thoughtless attack. "Don't make this so easy, woman." She snorted in responce, turned into a barbaric warthog infected with rabies. "Don't make this easy, mom." I whispered it beneath my breath, as I readied to hold my ground against the second lunge she was clearly about to take.





Ackecheta

Excitement pulsed through me as I followed the 8 monther to his sister, having heard her order them two to stick together. My prideful self would have refused simply fighting one kitten, but two could be a minor challenge. Maybe. Facing each little feline, I simply sat and stared my chocolate gaze upon them, my rump placed on the ground several leaps away. My position said I was confident, my eyes indifferent to the leopardess and leopard near by. With so many to fight, I would think each of them would pick more worthy oponents. If they had any logic, they would leave their cubs to work together to fight me, one of the youngest between the two attacking prides. If not me, a yearling, then the two cubs would have to fight much bigger predators.

What the leopards would not know was that some of our bigger cats were females who wouldn't harm a cub.

[I L Y I C H]

Montego--

Our Fuhrer led us forward with a slow swing of his tail. "Dear Anna, if you had only given us your lands there would be no need for such ah... conflicts" His voice was sweet, but his eyes turned for another piece of flesh. Anna's was Ahote's that was decided, even as the white tiger turned towards the over sized woman beside her supposed 'siblings'. The man gave himself to his pride, even if he did dictate it with the sharpest of claws.

He would leave Ahote to finish this himself.


Ilyich--

I cast the children not a glance, I would keep an eye on them yes, but this was their war. The white lion was of no concern of mine. Orange eyes landed on the monster padding towards me with such a contemptuous look in his eyes. "Sprechen Sie Deutsch?" My voice fell, clattering to the ground in its heavy inflect. The white tiger smiled as he came forward, claws sliding from their hidden homes.

"Ja"

My own claws dug into the ground as we faced one another, eyes watching easily for either an opening or an attack. "dann in die Hölle, kleine Kätzchen Katze gehen, die meine Familie verletzen würde" It was nice to be able to speak in my own language again, the one that fell fluid from my tongue. I had made great bounds in my English, but it was not so great to be as wonderful as my Deutsch Sprache. The white tiger smiled largely, teeth gleaming.

"Viel Glück kleines Mädchen, das ist bestrebt, ein wenig gebrochen Pakt schützen" And he lunged all teeth and claws. But he sidetracked when my own claws came up in preperation. His fangs burried deep into my hip, and despite everything, despite all the things I had promised myself my body rechecked everything. Nerve endings froze,and I rolled my eyes at the ultimate reminder, that despite the fact that I could dredge so little up to care for my family I was still alive. I still bled. I bled into the monsters jaws, and as my back lash of revenge rent his side open he snarled into my living flesh.


Noelle--

My body was tense and cold with fear as I faced the white man, Alphonse at my side. I had never been in a real battle before, but I would not let that deter me. My eyes remained fixed with anger and revulsion on the male who would kill us for a small strip of water. My claws dug into the ground,and my tial fluffed up behind me in warning. He may be older but we, we were ligers. Even at our young age we were quiet large, larger then any lion would be at our ages. I snarled as furiously as I could, daring him to come closer.

I had full faith in my brother, it was me I was worried about.

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

Annora

My entrance had not been exciting. I had walsed in after the initial fight had began. At my side was the nervous but true Orenda, and the small cub, Shanahdoah. Though a part of Ende, I had been in charge of Akando's army for the past few months. Therefore it was my duty to have them be prepared to charge in. I had, and I had uncovered the child of my Ende trying to drag the unsure Orenda into the clearing. For once Orenda has disobeyed, overrun with fear. It was not death that had set her paws in stone, it was the knowledge of knowing she may bow down and listen when someone told her to stop--someone who was not her own family. She feared disloyalty above all things. Shanendoah had attempted to reasurre the weird little leopard, but then I stepped in and made things happen.

The leopardess had the gash to prove it.

"Find a battle, Shanahdoah." The cougar was quick to obey, shivering with excitement. Looking to Orenda, I noted the bleeding slice on her forehead. It would be of no real danger to her, so I nodded towards the cub I had just sent away, silently demanding Orenda to aid the girl. We could afford to work in pairs, seeing as we outnumbered this sad attempt at a pride by so many. Eznox was nowhere to be seen as of now, so it was easy pickings.

I walsed through the center of the camp, twisting around the little wars. Ackecheta had faced the two royal cubs, my master chattered with a german speaking leopardess, Ezhno was brawling with a weird canine of sorts, and Ahote was facing his mother with dead eyes. Glancing around, I found one more animal that was not yet claimed into war. Finding some english wording, I approached the leopard eagerly. A woman of organized war, I did not smile upon the cowardiceness of random surprise attacks.

"Junge, we have a mess on our paws, don't we?" I smiled coldly as I sat myself with assurance a few paces from the soft-tempered leopard. "And to think, it is all verursacht durch Anna's Sturheit." I realized then that my words were not purely english. I cursed in my germanic tongue before correction the most hindering of my mistakes. "Ah, my apologies, sir. It seems I have little control over my tongue. Um," I thought for a second before smiling that cold smile once more, "what I was meaning to say is that it is a shame that all this is Anna's fault. She could have submissed to Symphony and scattered the pride, sending everyone off on their own. But, no, she had to let prideful razors pierce her own head."

Climbing back to my paws, I stepped towards the leopard with lust in my eyes. "Time to dance with the Devil, little Junge."


Alphonse

I was tense. My bones rattled beneath my pelt. I wanted to run and hide beneath my mommy, even when that would have been more dangerous than what I now faced. I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. I did not want to die.

Turning to Noelle, I knew this cat was too prideful to make haste and move forward first. I had a moment to tell my sister something I had never said to anyone. My own prideful ways had kept me from saying the words that brothers would normally say to their sisters. "Noelle, I love you. I really do." Then, turning back to Ackecheta, I put my mask into it's place. No fear. No hate. No love. No panic. Just solid ice, ice ready to pierce and ready to kill.

Stepping forward, I stood taller, almost eye level with the yearling. We were ligers, my sister and I. Hearts of lions, strengths of tigers. Our mother and father were both great rulers in their day, our brother a worthy warrior of royal armies. In was in our genes to be exceptional, to put everyone else to shame. "You will be sorry to have ever come upon my land, Ackecheta. My sister and I will be picking your flesh from our teeth for months to come. How burdensome, but it is worth it to rid this world from the likes of you, kitty cat." I took another step forward, bellowed a muffled roar, and leapt. I just needed to distract him. My sister could pull out his throat and make this pointless battle quick.

I didn't consider that me and Noelle weren't killers. This male would maul us unmercilessly without remorse. But us? No, we avoided the slaughter of an ant on the ground. Not everyone can be a murderer.

I made my contact, flipping myself to grip around the mongrel's throat and lay roughly onto his back. The warrior snarl in surprise and hatred, twisting his maned skull to try and face me. That was what I wanted. I willed Noelle to rip his jugular, even when I quickly realized I would never be able to do that. To kill a cat who had been raised in hate seemed unfair. As far as I knew, he had not chosen his destiny. Bloodlust was all he knew. What I didn't know was that he had, indeed, become evil when his parents were kind. His own heart was black, it had not been tainted by early impressions. He was born with the curse.




OOC//: I am not having Ackecheta die here, but you can have Noelle attack however you wish.

[I L Y I C H]

Paragon--
I leaped to the man's rescue. Though he tried valiantly to stand up to the lion he was neither large enough nor strong enough to survive such a fight. The leopard snarled weakly, tail flicking in agitation and terror. "Picking on creatures smaller then you." my voice was cold, not with malice but with general disdain. I sighed as I stood beside the golden man, his spotted side heaving away from me with fright. "That's a thing normally reserved for my crueler species."

Lavender eyes set narrowed and icy, I stepped forward muscles tightening and loosening with power. The snarl curling up from my throat had ever urge to maim and kill in it. I held no grievance against killing. My passive state came from a general sense of uncaring, not peacefulness. And I glared daggers at this woman who held no qualm lesser then mine when it came to the easy if not fast death of a leopard far shorter then she. Setting one huge white paw forward I lunged.

Not stupid enough to simply fight with brute strength I aimed for her throat, before dropping to catch her for-limb. That known trick slid neatly into a final snap as I used power to forced my slipping body up to take a flying slash at her belly.


Noelle-

"I love you too, Al." I snarled, eyes glowing with abandon and pride. "I always will" We had grown up with the oddest relationship. Al may not show it very well but I could see it, the reckless love that glowed in him. My tail jerked behind me. And this white pelted...bastard wouldn't be left to drown out that flame.

Even in my fever I couldn't do as Al so wanted me to do. His trick left the throat open, but I was too much a coward. Too much a child. I lunged but did not rip the throat, my teeth aimed to slash open the side of the neck, perhaps the shoulder also on the way down.

[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

Annora
As the dog stepped forward and the leopard slunk away, I found myself mildly relieved. I was cruel cat, one that would make a merciless kill without much thought. But I was trained in a supreme army. I had been told to battle the strongest I could find. It was in my drillings to make a fight fair, even if that was not the morale of my comrads here. I liked to stick to my original lessons because they had never failed me. But I would sway away if the only available partner was no match. Kill him and then be ready to jump in when one of my own comrads grew weak. That was my plan. Kill the excess, then wait for an opening.

"Danke, Hund. I was, um," I searched for an english word strong enough, "apprehensive about fighting such a small junge. It is not in my, um, teachings to do such..." I was unable to say more before the dog lunged forward. The Americans had not considered training cats like the Germans had. Americans followed a more strict humane law than the Deutsch ever did, so they would not put cats to war. This meant I had been trained in the ways of human battle. Human battle was simple. Human's were weak in heart and body, so easy kills. Dogs and cats, however, were better equipped mentally and physically for battle. Over the years I had adapted, but my confidence faltered in animal to animal war.

I dropped to my stomach and curled in my head to protect my vitals from her attack, thus recieving the clawing to the peak of my skull and ears. The warm ooze of blood alerted me to the contact, followed by a stinging sensation. But that was all. A hard skull did wonders in war.

Rolling sideways, I leapt back to my paws with a snarl. Pacing in agitation, my glare was glued on the oponent, though ever watchful for any cowardly attacks from behind that the fleeing leopard may dare.

This dog was larger than I, stronger too. I had to be smarter and faster, though this canine had proven to be equipped with brains and speed as well. My background gave me an edge, as well as my familiarity with this peice of land (thanks to countless hours of spying on Zonta). We were evenly matched because of those aspects...but still I was frustrated. I had never lost a battle, and I did not wish to start a trend here. But how to kill this dog...or maybe make her flee? That was a more logical resolution.

All those thoughts flashed through my brain in a matter of seconds before I sprinted forward, lunging straight up and turning in a fluid motion, my target being the brutes back. I had to get out of her reach or I would not have a second to think up a plan. From the back I could cause severe pain, all from the safety of being above her. But first I had to land...



Ackecheta
The tom lunged first, successfully planting himself on my back. It upset me greatly, how easily he had seemed to obtain that position. I cursed to myself, ashamed for my horrid efficiency. Again I snarled as pain raked down the side of my neck and onto my shoulder. The female had made her move...she had had a perfect opportunity to kill me and she had not taken in. And her brother had power to end me from where he was. But neither of them did so. I had found a weakness.

They were either very dumb, or very much illogical peace keepers.

"I should have known the seeds of Anna and Onida could only bring cowards." I cackled the laugh, ignoring my own pain. Confidence welled through me as it became known that my life was not in danger. With ease I twisted and bucked to send Alphonse spiraling several feet, landing with a yelp of surprised pain. He was quick to get back to his feet, but his eyes did not sit upon me, but past me.

I turned to view what the cub now saw. Ahote had lunged forward, landing an impressive ram into her chest, causing the mother to crumble and gasp for air. In her distraction, Ahote flipped the girl onto her back, leaving her at his mercy. Mercy was something I knew was not in the tiger's vocabulary.

"Mom..."

The quiet panic raised from Alphonse behind me as it became clear that Anna was finished. She was in a vulnerable position, her much larger son standing directly over her, eyes silently staring at her throat as she tried to scrunch in her neck and hide it. The tiger bent his head down beside the tigress' ear.

"I love you, mom."

I just barely heard the whisper and I was the closest. I was not sure if the two cubs behind me had heard. I decided not to scream the disgust I had, but to keep it secret. Ahote was a good cat in Ende. He was destroying his one and only weakness, so I would let it be put to rest.

Blood pooled around the tigress as Ahote lunged down and tore at her throat. The girl didn't even scream, having been too shocked by her son's proclamation of love for her. Her life ended on a good note.

I turned back to Anna's cubs, watching for a reaction. Alphonse gave none, simply turned his solid face towards me, ready to fight further...but maybe he did react. His eyes were more firey then before. I grew nervous. Him and his sister would now be distraught; sometimes anger over a death can create more violent fighters. Looking to Noelle, I wondered if she would be more willing to harm me mercilessly now that her own brother had killed her mother.

Maybe my life was now actually in danger.

[Moon]

Izaray

All during the trek to this god awful place, I was silent unless spoken to by my father or Ackacheta. The knowledge of the upcoming battle kept my searing tongue quiet, though I longed to shout at the idiots behind me as they followed like depressed sheep. Yet I somehow found a way to ignore them and listen only to Ezhno and my love.

And then all of a sudden we were in the opposing camp. I stayed back, biding my time as I took in the layout and listened carefully to the battles breaking out all along the land. My eyes found my white male and I smiled to see him take on a pair of cubs, younger than ourselves. But my smile quickly disappeared as they took him to the earth, fury welling up in my chest as I watched, claws itching to swipe away the annoying little furballs. But as Ahote took their mother's life, a fire in one's own eyes grew as he looked to my Ackacheta. I would not stand for this, but my heart was torn between letting Ackacheta fend for himself for fear of his anger if I interfered and fear of him being injured or completely taken away from me. I snarled because of my indecision and leaped from my hiding place, planning to take my anger out on one of the stupid cats of the enemy.

I spotted a leopard, seeming to be following a Folami as the dog battled Annora. I let out a roar and leaped onto the leopard's back, rolling onto the ground with him in my steel grasp. I sunk my claws deeply into his shoulders and bit the base of his neck once we stopped rolling, ending with me standing on the leopard's back. My eyes flamed with adrenaline as I continued to sink my large claws into his sides.

[I L Y I C H]

Montego--

I moved furiously through the field, doing my duty as ordered by the Fuhrer. I was the spy and the caller. My eyes bounded across the bodies just as my paws lashed through over and past them. Fur caught my claws, spotted and wet and I lunged away before the large leopard could retaliate. I saw as I shot passed that she had broken free of Symphony's jaws, her own claws locked into the divot between his shoulders.

I would not stop to help him, that was not my order. I sped past, snarling under my breath as I lunged past yet another battle, trying to reach Ezhno to see how his went. The lioness princess had a hold of the smaller leopard by his sides, and did that man kick. He spun about like a horse gone mad under its rider. He arched spitting clawing as he was drug to the earth and in the end he slammed his head against the woman's jaws in an attempt to bust free.

Again unimportant. Akando meant nothing to me, it would soon belong to Ende anyway. Ahote had a pause in my limbs, though. I skidded to a halt, lunging aside from a flying paw. "Major?" the question was weak, shocking for me. I almost sounded feminine it was wrong. I shook my head hard as I hurried over to look at the dead body. Staring for a moment I drew myself up and closed my eyes, muttering a silent prayer despite myself. Snapping back into the real bloody mess of war I turned a harsh glance up towards him "Get back in their, sir!"

I pounding away again, still seeking. Still searching for the end or the beginning of the end of Ezhno. My stature saved my from view, thanks mainly to the lack of cats in Zonta. I could see the white folami give way beneath Annora, obviously on purpose. It rolled itself as it fell giving moment to the imminent crushing of the lion. I snarled as I leaped away from the falling white monster. The sudden backlash of my body is what stopped me in the end.

A huge black paw found itself planted in my side, blood welling from all four deep wounds as I was flung like a doll to the ground. The black pelted jaguar stood over me, golden eyes icy. When he spoke he spoke with a low gravely accent. "What do you think you are doing, Menina?" I snarled blackly, wrenching myself back to my too small paws. Facing him with my too small fangs. The man raised the red claws again, and though I managed to see this time I could only dodge half the blow. I remained standing this time, and pulling myself away from the death tools I rushed him.

This fight would be the end of me I could see it now.