Switching the topic

[Loki]

Moanfang yawned. "How boring..." He sighed, prodding at some dead leaves. He didn't know where the missing cats really were, truth fully he was just a young tom looking for a bit of fun. But had he gone to far? I'm not apologizing... He said to him self, Switchblade... he thinks he's so cool, I hate that.
He lay down and rolled over.What to do...

"Its funny isn't it?"
Moanfang snapped fully awake, he twisted onto his feet and shrugged as Switchblade appeared.
"Whats funny?"
"I thought you were bored... Its hard being alone isn't It? I wouldn't know that feeling. The feeling you are unsure?"
Moanfang's left ear flickered," You idiot," He laughed, "I wouldn't understand what your on about."
He smiled and padded towards Switchblade who was significantly smaller than himself.
"You know... Looking at you, you resemble anything but your father. Despairingcall's has a humorous way about him, a sense of pride and better than anything... he has authority. Can I ask you something?What have you got?"
Switchblade looked at him, emotionless, showing no emotion... Makes my prey think harder and become distracted, the small tom thought.
"Your small," Sighed Moanfang, He looked into Switchblade's eyes, "Its interesting, Its plausible if your even related to Despairingcall at all?"

"Why do you care who I'm related to or not?" Switchblade yawned rolling his eyes.
"Because, it could depend on Abbysclan future. If its a lie and there is a problem it could be exposed," The torbie tom hissed deviously.
"I really don't like you, You'v done nothing and you act like a senior warrior. Lets fight and sort this out."
"How does that work?" Switchblade mewed.
"Surely if your blood is better than mine you should be stronger?" He boasted.
Switchblade smiled, "I couldn't care less who as stronger, But what I'm intrested in is... What happened between you, Woebringers servant and MY choosing."
"HA!" Laughed Moanfang," Weaklings."
Switchblade smiles, "I have motive."

In an instant he leaped and slashed his claws across Moanfang's face. Moanfang stood on his backlegs and pushed forward. The smaller tom looked back, No footing? He cursed angrily.
Moanfang had taken the chance to attempt to pin his rival.
Switchblade slivered under him and spat angrily.

Through the heat of the battle, Trueskin and Crashingflight appeared, both watched. "Should we do something?"
"No..." Replied Crashingflight, "We could get some information from this."

Moanfang looked lost. He looked around, Switchblade was gone?
No. The tom had managed to stand on some branches above. He snapped some twigs and they fell onto Moanfang who hissed and spat.
"Come join me?" Switchblade mewed.
Moanfang leaped up and scrabbled onto the branch.

Switchblade hopped to the next and the two proceeded upwards.

"Hey," Crashingflight gasped, "We could loose both of them?"
Trueskin came to the roots ," Calm young one's, there is no need for this!"

[Loki]

Switchblade hopped to the higher branch, his size was a burden to him.
He jumped up another branch,
not quite getting footing. His claws un-sheafed and dug into the bark and his body twisted
to catch grip. He managed to bring himself up. but now he was high, Moanfang just two branches
bellow. He looked up, the leaves were letting in a flow of light.
Trueskin and Crashingflight were looking up impatiently waiting for one of them to fall and die.
Switchblade could go no further up, the branches were too weak.

Moanfang was now on the same branch. It groaned under his weight.
Switchblade hissed, "Get back!"
"Fall!" Spat Moanfang.
Switchblade looked behind him, suddenly realizing the loss of sight. To feel blood
in the lungs and ears, to see three cats walk away not caring to see if he was half
dead. He doubted himself. He turned his head and stared into Moanfangs deep ugly
amber eyes...

[Loki]

Moanfang crouched and smiled eagerly, "One will fall," He laughed and jumped forward, Switchblade turned and half jumped, half way down he whirled around and caught grip on the tree with his claws. He un-sheafed and dug in. His claws felt as if he was having them slowly ripped out he looked down, it was still going to be a nasty landing. He jumped from here on and collided with the ground in a clumsy passion.

He lay there for a while, letting the sting of the ground sink in he looked up, Moanfang was glaring angrily at him and turned away. Trueskin padded up to Switchblade who came into a sitting position, shaking his head.
"Come on fool, let us go to camp."
Crashingflight shrugged, let down that there had been no blood.

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