Wing Pulling

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The sunlight was warm despite the shadows cast by the looming twolegs' buildings as the cats of the rogue group lounged about the narrow alleyway that made up part of their home base. Across a metallic, chain link fence sat a light chocolate kit with darkened points, his broad back turned to the alley and his allies. He seemed to ignore the burning sensation of the hot metal under his paws as his sour olive eyes glowered, pinned to something small on the other side, and after a bit of contemplation, the small tom decided to hop over and check it out.

Short claws scraped at the hard ground as he landed from the fence, a foul curse uttered under his breath as the brown siamese recovered from his leap and continued over with a smooth gait. Upon the ground fluttered a struggling butterfly, a blue wing bent and broken and incapable of flight. The yellow-green gaze of the kit watched beneath hung lids as the delicate creature fought to move off the hot cement ground, seeming too distracted with its ordeal to notice the large, looming feline

Stretching out a claw, the kitten made a slow motion towards the flittering insect. He marred the butterfly more as his short, hooked nail pierced another hole through the gossamer membrane of the bug, causing it to flap and struggle harder in a panic. All the while, the dark face of the kitten remained deadpanned and blank.

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HORNET >>

    The small ginger she-cat had been observing with cruel curiosity as to what her denmate was up to atop the metal fence. She watched with glowing eyes as he leapt to the other side, seemingly finding some sort of insect. Her patience quickly wore out as she torn up the hot metal, taking a few heartbeats at the top to straighten herself before leaping close to the small Siamese kit. She practically shoved the tom out of the way to see what he had been working at. A butterfly? How pathetic. She sighed, she had really been hoping that it was something much cooler.

    She stared at the struggling creature for a moment before slamming her paw down on one of the wings, forcing the insect to tear its own body away from the limb. It lay, almost motionless with it's single wing still attached. She watched it for a moment longer as it got onto its tiny legs and began to try to walk around, only to find it's only direction was in circles. Hornet took the dislodged wing and smeared the shimmery scales off of it with her paws, then rubbed it into Buzzard's chest fur.

    "There, now you're a little less ugly." The ginger kitten purred with sadistic amusement at him, then turned as she watched the butterfly again tumble about. "Maybe we should take the other wing so I can rub some more on ya, there's a lotta ugly to cover up there." She offered, sarcasm dripping with each word. She got to her paws and circled the injured creature, wiggling her tiny tail in the air as she prepared to pounce, her smalls paws almost covering the panicking bug as she landed on top of it. She held it down with one paw, using her teeth to tear at it's antennae. Once she'd claimed one, she looked back to Buzzard, the small black limb hanging from her mouth.

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The tom-kit snorted as his ginger denmate approached unceremoniously, his face now contorted into a deep scowl. His yellowy eyes darted to Hornet as she-kit helped herself to his plaything and also immediately destroyed it. With a scoff, he meowed flatly, "This is why we can't have nice things. You always mess them up with your fat paws."

As she seemed to heed him little mind, the brown tom simple sat back with his sour look as the she-kit moseyed around the creature that frantically struggled to get away. Buzzard's eyes flickered under narrowed lids as Hornet hopped onto the bug like a pounding kit, and the tom had to admit that if she had been any other cat, it may have been a cute display. But not the nastiest, cruelest she-kit he knew. Plus, she had fat paws and those were too ugly to be cute.

With a roll of his eyes, he gave a short growl, "Maybe rub some on your face. I don't need to be pretty- but that'll be the only way for you to get anywhere. It's not like you have personality or anything." His face twisted into a cruel, lopsided sneer as he gloated and his olive eyes twinkled with disdain.