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"Homicidal? How many cats has he killed? I bet it's under ten or something pathetic"
she scoffed sarcastically.

There was no thrill in killing a cat, at least not to Icy. A five kg animal was a joke to her. It was no different from killing a hawk, or a hare. But, a two-leg? The very thought of murdering a two-leg aroused her greatly.

Icy watched as Natalia positioned herself at the very top of the tree, balancing on a near-twig which would not support the weight of both cats. Her tail lashed from side to side, as she was quite clearly becoming infuriated with Natalia's constant evasion. Since the red female obviously wasn't going anywhere, she allowed herself a moment to figure out how Natalia had been dodging her attacks, concluding that reaction was faster than action, and less energy consuming.
She began to scheme.

Icy could tell from Natalia's obvious aversion to conflict that she would have nowhere near as much fighting experience and prowess as the white she-cat did. All Icy had to do was catch her.. but that was proving to be a very delicate task.
However, Natalia seemed very determined to stay in her tree, and as long as she did, it was only a matter of time before she would be caught. That was a mathematical certainty.

Natalia had taken a great gamble, climbing to the top so as to deter Icy from following. But if Icy did in fact choose to follow, Natalia would find herself trapped.

Icy scaled the thin branches, stopping just beneath her adversary.
Natalia could jump to a branch below in an attempt to escape. But Icy mapped every branch that was thick enough to provide a landing for the red she-cat, - which was not many at this height - and was poised to intercept her mid-air if she chose to flee.

Lifting her head, she looked up at the rogue she-cat, a soft snicker escaping her throat.

"Oh, Natalia, you are quite the escape artist!
...But I tire of this game of cat and mouse."

If Icy attacked, the branch on which Natalia stood would snap.
She hissed, digging her claws into the bark.

"Unless you surrender yourself to me now, I will put us both at great risk."

Possibly the only way out for Natalia would be to attack, which would put Icy at the advantage she was looking for. Reaction is faster than action. The same would apply if Natalia tried to drop down to safety.

"Oh, I won't kill you! You're pleasing to look at, if I'm honest;"
her voice had sexual undertones in it, and her growl melted to a menacingly sweet purr.
"Maybe I would let you go, if you kissed me."

[ Do you play Natalia's brother as well? ]

[Natalia]

((Yes. I named his Thomas and uhhh... I admittedly don't RP him much. Tbh I think I'm mostly afraid he's going to go crazy on someone because he's kind of a mess with little to no control/restraint.))

Natalia shrugged. "How would I know? We fell out of touch." Then she sighed and gave Icy the same look she'd given earlier. ".... Psychopath." She muttered under her breath. She didn't mind taking a life, but she did see the value in the lives that existed.

Something that Icy seemed to miss. Hmph.

She watched Icy, a bored expression on her face, watching the older she-cat angrily lash her tail. She was obviously being irritated with the tabby's lack of interest in a straight up fight. Given what she could glean about the white furred she-cat... Natalia wasn't really willing to bet on herself coming out on top in a fight. However, there was sort of a problem with Icy actually getting to Natalia. It was an extremely high possibility if Icy tried to get at her, they'd both fall and injure themselves. Regardless... For now, she could relax. 

At least, until Icy made a move that truly was a threat to her.

Natalia figured Icy would try to get her to move first, most certainly using psychological methods to spook her: Either to get her to move to a more accessible branch, or to startle her off the branch and cause injury. Thus, Natalia had to approach every observation with calculating scrutiny. She wasn't interested in becoming Icy's next prey. The scarred tabby didn't particularly fear death, but she had interest in giving in. Not yet. Not now.

Natalia watched as Icy came as close as she imagined the white-furred she-cat dared. She watched the older she-cat's eyes scan the branches, likely trying to figure out which branches Natalia would likely use if she chose to descend. She kept her eyes locked on Icy, but also considered a more dangerous escape plan if it truly came to that. She could choose to drop down to a branch that had a dangerous distance between herself and it. It would likely harm him, from simply knocking the wind out of her, bruising her, or maybe breaking something... Depending on how good her mental math was. 

The tabby was extremely good at mapping things out in her head accurately, though... Her plan ran the risk of Icy trying to tackle her mid-air. Then another plan came to mind. A crazy plan, admittedly. Doing her best to gain enough leverage and momentum to leap to a nearby tree. She would most certainly hurt herself, if she didn't go splat on the ground. Not that it would actually be a splat, she was more likely to snap her neck in full honesty. All these plans were made while staring Icy in the eyes, so her eyes would not give away her hare-brained schemes to escape.

She yawned and tilted her head. "Eh. I don't. I'm cool with staying here." She replied with a distinct lack of interest in her voice. She watched Icy's further evidence of anger. She rolled her eyes. "Tempting.... But no thanks." She tilted her head again. "Hmph. I'm afraid psychopath isn't my type." She snarked. 

The tabby wasn't going to move... Not yet.

But she was standing on her branch, ready to move if need be.

Whatever happened... Icy would be making the first move.


((I swear this is going to end with broken bones asdfghjkl;))

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Icy rocked gently back onto her haunches, knowing that she could hold Natalia here for as long as she so pleased. A smirk danced upon her lips.

"You can run from me now. But I will be here tomorrow. And the day after. And the day after that. You will have to evade me every single day. But I.."

She turned her head, flickering her serpentine eyes across the red rogue.

"I only have to catch you once."

She quietened, her soft ears dancing back and forth, tuning in on the slightest sounds that entered her radius of hearing. Icy was aware that, as long as she engaged Pain and Natalia individually, her conquest would be easy. The only time they could pose a significant threat to her was when they were together, and even then, Icy's experience did not make her an easy target. Outnumbered, she could even the playing field by using the most destructive force available to her; nature. Her environment could be a more potent ally than any cat, if used cleverly.

"Honestly, I don't know what you see in him.."

She spoke of the scarred tomcat who was apparently so bold as to claim himself king. Tsk. How awfully democratic of him.

"Does he.. pleasure you?" Her drawl was slow and silky, as she drew her pink tongue over her lips in a wolf-like manner.

There is nothing more dangerous than a cat who does not fear death, for he will push himself to a limit his god-fearing counterparts could not rival, inflicting his own spectacular scar on the world before he goes down in flames. The cat who does not fear death little regards retribution, and will drag down with him as many poor souls as he can.

But Natalia, to Icy's content, most definitely wanted to live. Which meant that she was barely a threat to Icy.

"Natalia." She liked pronouncing that name.

"You're clever. So am I. Don't you think we'd make a sensational power couple?" Her accented purr was soft and she regarded the she-cat with genuine curiosity, her head tilted to the side.

Blinking her raven-coloured lashes innocently, Icy's tail swept from side to side, like a grandfather clock. She knew that Natalia could not balance for eternity on her twig. Maintaining one's posture on such a thin branch would require a conscious effort, and if Natalia's legs did not tire first, her mind surely would.

"Or, you could run along to Pain now. He could use some pleasuring of his own.." A spell of laughter, loud and child-like, drifted from her treetop stance.

[Natalia]

((Hmm.... Think we can wrap this up soon? Not that I don't love RPing with you, but I kind of want Natalia to interact with Icy post-some events that came up AFTER we started this thread.))

Natalia sighed. Seems they were playing the waiting game. That was fine. She could out wait Icy. No matter how patient the white-furred psycho thought she was, the tabby was willing to bet she was even more so. She had a little thing called lack of self-preservation on her side.

She rolled her eyes. "Are you saying you're willing to sit in this tree with me, until we both die of starvation? How.... Dedicated." 

Her ear flicked.

"True... But you're not going to catch me." She insisted. Then she yawned.

Natalia watched as Icy's ears twitched back and forth, likely looking for anything that could serve as a distraction. Or, to pick up any signs as to the lack of integrity in the branches. This was a dangerous game, as far up as they were. If they slipped, and were unable to cling onto another branch, they'd either die or be severely injured. Neither was a desirable fate for either of them, really. Though, that didn't seem to be any time soon, thankfully. 

She shrugged. "You can't see, because you can't. You might've looked, but you didn't truly see." She told Icy. She wasn't generally a cryptic cat, she tried not to be. Though, it did turn out that way from time to time.

She rolled her eyes again. "Get your head out of the gutter. You're the cat who thinks she can do better than him? You seem awfully obsessed with the idea of carnal desires." Her tail flicked.

She shrugged. "Hm... Well, so far of what I've seen... Can't say you're my type." She replied. 

She was putting effort into balancing on her thin branch, but balance was a talent of her's. She wasn't the strongest cat around, but she made up for it in being swift, agile, with incredible balance. 

She tilted her head. "You know what type you are? Just a little bit insane, I'd say. Or maybe more than a bit. Really, it's hard to say."

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[ Yep! Sorry, school has been keeping me so busy lately! And my original post was better, but I accidentally closed the tab and everything got deleted and I cannot be assed </3 ]

Icy wondered, for a moment, if she should be so malicious as to follow through with her threat.
Positioned where she was, underneath her adversary, she had a situational advantage. She could spring from below. If Natalia fled, she would be forced to descend, straight into the white she-cat's claws.
Now, if Icy did tackle Natalia off her branch, sending them both to plummet to the ground, both cats sustaining a significant injury seemed inevitable. But Icy was heavier, which could allow  her to keep Natalia underneath, effectively cushioning her fall.

Meow.

Unwilling to risk a fatal injury over a cat who was hardly a threat to her, she backed off, seating herself on a lower branch. She meowed again, in mock wistfulness, the same way a cat meows to his two-leg when begging for food.

Meow Meow Meow.

Icy heaved a sigh.

"Oh, no! I am not insane.. I would know if I was. No, I am more aware than you can possibly be. The fact that you can't see that proves my point spectacularly!"

She circled Natalia from below, like a shark in the murky deep, her eyes locked on the red tabby cat.

"I learned from our history of warfare. Our dicta of grand strategy. Do you know what they called our former general? They called her the crimson fox. I learned from Deathclan's elite."

"And you? Why, congratulations! You grew up among Deathclan's finest selection of lowlifes. Oh, how I fear what you could do to me! I shall go to sleep every night gripped by the icy hands of panic, thinking, I hope that tyrannical tabby does not proclaim the litterbox as her own!"

She laughed, and after listening to any response, descended the tree and disappeared into the wild.

[Natalia]

((Ahahah I understand your plight. I do similar things like that too from time to time. It usually instantly kills my muse. ALSO BEHOLD this extremely bad post. Ehhh just not feeling it rn tbh.))

Natalia watched curiously as Icy backed off, even moving to a lower branch, situating herself comfortably. She tilted her head slightly, wondering what Icy would do next. Then she started... Meowing for some reason.

She couldn't imagine why.

It was pathetic sounding. Kind of like how she imagined kittypets begged their twolegs for food, when they'd forgotten. She never understood that kind of dependence on something that could kill you, no questions asked. She didn't like being dependent on others. Perhaps she did value friendship and attachment, but she didn't want to be chained down. Not now, not ever.

She stared at Icy.

"You know, most psychopaths think they're perfectly sane." She remarked. She doubted Icy's word meant much in her defense, really. Then again, Natalia was good. She wasn't an expert in psychology, though.

She arched a fictional eyebrow. "Was that supposed to be impressive?" She asked. She already understood that Icy was someone to be respected, at least in the field of battle, and certainly not to be underestimated. 

Icy's sarcasm wasn't really appreciated. 

Yes, Deathclan had definitely declined and Natalia doubted she could beat Icy in a straight up fight. Maybe one day, though. Perhaps... She should begin honing her skills in battle. At the very least, gain the ability to beat someone in a real fight, who wasn't Ash.

Then Icy was gone. The tabby waited until the white-furred psycho was completely gone, before taking a deep breath. She descended from the tree and left the scene herself.

In the opposite direction, of course.