Wetwhisker the Stalker

[Dragon]

(Involving Wetwhisker and a guest! El Blueefire!)
Wetwhisker staggered in drunkenly adding to his easy, almost smug, expression of clear interest in every she-cat in this clearing. His ears were perked, and his tail was straight up.
"Oh Great Starclan," she muttered flicking her tail. Turning away from the perverted cat she looked to her other friends.
A smirk grew on his wide face and he took a swaggering step in Blueefire's direction. His glossy amber eyes were a gleam with the lusty look. Wetwhisker took a few more steps forward, "Why, hullo Blueefire." he rumbled.
Blueefire turned her head sharply a faint hiss escaping. She growled at him her eyes flaring up "Remember Owlstar's threat."
"Oh, him." He scoffed away the thought of the ginger tabby, "When will you get over the old geezer." When it seemed his smirk couldn't get any wider, it grew. "Well, I'm full of youth, honey."
Blueefire let out another faint hiss. "Touch me.."
"Is that a threat, or a lure." He stumbled forward and he seemed to be tripping over his own paws. His eyes were full of wild lust but they were also clouded with a gleam of unfocused ability.
She lurched backwards, her nose wrinkling in disgust of his rancid breathe. "Stay away from me!"
The dark ginger cat let out a low laugh his step's sway increasing as he nearly fell in either direction as he walked. The smirk he wore seemed to be chiseled onto his rough face, "I know you like me, don't deny it." he growled firmly.
She scoffed "Me? Like you? You've got to many bees in that brain," she growled before adding, "If you have a brain that is."
He wheezed through his nose and snapped his teeth frustration. Wetwhisker shoved her head against her neck, and stumbled into her as if he was tripping over the soggy grass underpaw.
"Ugh!" She snapped as she fell backwards, stumbling over her paw she landed on her side. Blueefire realized her mistake in an instant. Her paw flailed as she struggled to get back to her paws.
Wetwhisker nearly fell onto her, but he stood upon his shoulder his hooked claws digging in. "See what rejecting me gets you, darlin'" He commented freely, with a guttural moan.
Blueefire glared at Wetwhisker than looked down to his paws "Oh not this again." she muttered irritably. She glowered up at Wetwhisker, open anger was in her face. "Leave me alone, fox breathe."
His head bobbed slightly and the fur along his spine prickled. He racked his claws down his shoulder pressing his weight into his paws. "Get up." he snarled, deciding that her ignorance would be punished.
She winced at the pain, but did as he said. Getting to her paws with a little struggle she glared upwards at Wetwhisker. She drew her paw prepared to slap it across his face.
He whipped in one direction and snapped at her neck quickly before forcefully shoving her to the ground again. He lifted his head smugly but his tantalizing smirk never left his wide face.
She fell with a grunt. She glowered up at him. "Drunk Huh? Disgusting!"
Blueefire let out a raspy breathe. She looked upwards at him, her face turned into a snarl. But she was more angry at herself for getting back into this mess, and not been prepared for attack.
Wetwhisker put his paws near her throat and laid down on top of her. The fur around the corners of his mouth darkened by the drool that was seeping ever so slowly. He let out a warm purr, but it was laced with malice. "Come now, dear Blueefire, I'm not a bad cat."
She flinched back from him, her fur risen from him. Her stomach churning from his breathe. "You? Ugh, Wetwhisker you are to full of yourself."
"My little kitten, you judge me to much of old experiences." He cooed, but he slashed her ear with fury.

[Dragon]

Blueefire hissed in pain. Growling she darted her paws out towards Wet's in an attempt to trip him.
He snarled, but his was a too deep and scraggly also very swerving from the after effects of certain things he did. He clawed at her her face but he stumbled while only standing on three paws.
She snapped her head backwards, before getting back to her paws. Slashing her paw at his own face.
He bellowed in rage, his entire pelt bristling with fierceness and he lunged with dangerous speed toward her throat. His glossy eyes were bulging from their very sockets and he aimed to kill...
Owlstar ran in at full pelt, his worn paws pounding on the trodden soil. His pelt making him look bigger, and more angry. His scarred face had a murderous look upon it's deep furrows. His claws etched into the dirt and he launched himself into a flying leap. His forepaws made contact with Wetwhisker's flank. The two went into a roll, but Owlstar's shriek of rage was stronger then Wetwhisker's high pitch scream.
Blueefire shrank back, deeply relived for Owlstar being there.
The tom screamed and writhed beneath the large cats paws. He knew it was no use to struggle but every nerve in his body tensed and thrashed for his life. He tried to grab onto the older cat's throat but every time he tried he was stepped on and cut.
Owlstar's dark green eye blazed with fire, his ears were flat against his skull. His teeth were bared with savage intent. Nothing could stop him now, not even his wounds from his most recent of battles. The two fell into a writhing ball of claw and fur. The veteran's claws slashed down across the front of Wetwhisker's chest and he felt the flesh slice and tear. Hot blood welled from the threatening wounds.
Wetwhisker let out a wild screech. He clawed at the ground in a desperate attempt to run from it all and to curl into a secret hollow to lick his woulds. Again he felt the sickening feel of claws on his back and he new it was no use. What seemed like a last resort he prayed to Starclan to spare his pathetic life.
Owlstar's claws yanked him closer to his body. His heavy paw pressed against the back of Wetwhisker's neck. He lowered his broad muzzle close to the ginger tom's ear. "Do you have a reason for me to spare your measly life?"
The tom broke down into a fit of wailing and sobbing. His amber eyes were wide and wild with panic. "Please!" He cried, his voice rose an octave as the terror set in. "Don't kill me! Spare me!"
Her face turned in disgust as she gazed at Wetwhiskers. His cries and pleads seemed to burn her ears.
Owlstar gave a low snarl, "So be it." he growled slowly letting the tension in the air thicken.
She let out a faint hiss and took a step to Wetwhisker and Owlstar. "He's going to live?" she demanded in fury.
The dark orange leader lifted his scarred muzzle and bit into the pathetic cat's ear. He heard the scream that was issued but his moons of combat made it so as if it had never existed. His teeth pierced the thin flesh and he thrashed his head back and fourth on the ear. He felt the tissues tear beneath his teeth, and he lurched his head upward with a limp flap of his ear. He spit it out without care, blood was smeared across his muzzle and down his chest. He looked like a bloody phantom in the night, his single eye glowering at Wetwhisker. Blood poured from the wound into his eyes and across his face. He was wailing with agony but it subsided to a low moan of pain.
She lurched backwards, shock filled her gaze as she gazed at the bloody Wetwhisker than at her mate.
He moaned his foot twitching, he looked dead but his chest rose and fell despite his deep wounds. His eyes were narrowed to unconscious slits. The moan that came from his moan seemed not to be disturbed as it continued in one long stream.
Owlstar grabbed the cat's scruff and he felt the beaten cat's body tense up, as if expecting him to take the other ear as well. But all he was toss him a short distance. "Leave!" He snarled, "Unless you want to loose the other ear!"
Wetwhisker yowled in pain and ran from the scene. Scarlet drops made a trail as he sprinted across the open grass before heading deep into the shadowed night forest. No moon lit his his path, he seemed to travel a path of darkness.
Owlstar laid upon the ground with a grim huff his green eye narrowed as soft feelings of tiring began to set in his bleak mind. He looked up at Blueefire, his expression worried which clashed with the gore smeared across his front. "Did he hurt you?" he asked in a quiet voice.

[Dragon]

She took another step to Owlstar, flinching at the scratches "Not badly," she murmured quietly. "What about you?" she asked looking up. Her concern mirroring his.
He looked at his haggard appearance and shook his head. "He doesn't fight all that well." he commented, and winced slightly but tried to hide it. "A few cuts, but its my wounds from that one battle. I don't heal very fast anymore." he wheezed.
She grunted lightly, not falling completely for his act she slunk down next to him. Brushing her head against his shoulder.