Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-26053883-20160830182102/@comment-33008190-20160905034903

Ambrosia screeched as she flew through the air, landing on a cat.

Without knowing which it was, she clawed. Her teeth found fur and she pulled, ripping,mdrawing blood. She furiously clung on, anger and bottled up strength from the last few weeks spilling out.

She was strong.

She was invincible.

She was killing.

After all, the stupid brainless cats in the Syndicate deserved it.

No matter who they were.

Suddenly, Ambrosia was flung off. She crashed to the ground but instantly recovered.

The sicker she-cat stood, shocked, screaming.

The blue one lay on the ground, bleeding and broken.

"I'm not finished yet," Ambrosia licked the blood of her lips happily, and pounced once again.

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She smashed the sicker cat out of the way, pummelling her to the ground.

Whipping around to the blue cat, she started to finish her job.

It was over quick. Her claws sunk deep into skin, shredding, bringing howls of pain.

She mercilessly dug in deeper after each scream, relishing in the pain the cat was feeling.

Once blood splattered everywhere, drowning all the ground in ad ark scarle,t Ambrosia looked up with glee.

She quickly disappeared into the rocky shadows, just as the Syndicate came rushing over in furious surprise.

Her first kill was over.

And all she wanted to do was tell Ragnarok.