Kitshire wrangled with the old cat, but it was really just play to her. She knew he would stand no chance, and she knew he knew that as well.
She kicked him with her back legs to the ceiling of the barn. He crashed into the wood supports and came falling back down, his energy depleted.
Kitshire took a furtive look around at the shocked cats and hissed at them, issuing an unsaid challenge. She begged them to come forward, to defend their dying leader. She would take down any loyalists until a graveyard lie at the bottom of her throne.
The old cat struggled to his feet. His face was battered, but still he snarled at her. They both knew he had to fight until the end. It was the only way.
She arched her back and her fur stood on end, increasing her size dramatically. In a flash, she pounced on him, and with an easy claw to the belly, she ripped him open, letting his insides fall out. He staggered for a moment, dragging his intestines on the floor below the throne, until he collapsed.
She turned her attention to the rest of the clan. For many tense moments, she paced back and forth in front of the throne, showing her full size to them. Some hissed at her half-heartedly. Others disappeared out of fright. Some showed their bellies in submission.
Good. Her old clan was hers once again.
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Mercury retraced Lordshire's steps. The only two places he had seen the man go in and out of was the abandoned hideout and the inn. The hideout was off-limits; there was no way Mercury would dare to enter that place without some kind of strategy --unlike someone. So he stalked his way to the roof of the inn and studied it closely. Front entrance was too likely. He would immediately be recognized as someone who didn't belong. He jumped onto a slanted roof that connected to the back of the inn, probably some kind of stables.
On the ground behind the stables, he noticed a slight trail of blood. That could be Lordshire's, and if that was the case, then Vincent was telling the truth of who he was and where his allegiances were. Or... it could be Vincent's. It led down the alleyway. Mercury followed it, tracking it from the roofs.
While following the blood trail, Mercury noticed someone inconspicuously (or, well, somewhat inconspicuously) dragging someone along. Was that...
Vincent. And Lordshire.
Mercury fell into the shadows. He had to see where this went.
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