the Unseelie and the Cheshire Cat Fight

the Cheshire Cat

Windy Ravenfeather: is comfortably sitting in her chair, having just finished a nice fresh rat she found in one of the webs nearby. She looks at the cat and makes a face. "Once again turning up your nose at the dinner I provided? I don't care if you starve you mangy cat."

Windy and the Cheshire Cat

the Cheshire Cat looks at her, the eyes of the man deeply buried within the cat. He pads about the room noiselessly offering several broad swishes of his tail. "Damned Unseelie," the human words rumble in his mind. "Just let me go, eh. Save us both some anguish." And again, the cat swishes his tail, now puffing it up in annoyance.

the Cat and the Unseelie

the Cheshire Cat Watches Windy

Windy Ravenfeather crouches on top of her chair like a predator stalking her prey. Her eyes narrowed and slightly glowing examining the cat. "If I didn't know better, I would guess that you think yerself above all of this!" She half growls at the cat. "For the life of me, I can't figure why the King wants you so badly. Cats like you are as common as leaves on trees."

the Cheshire Cat watches her every movement, the crouch, a show of aggression and he silently moves backward, his forelegs bending slightly as his whole body seems to puff up, "Let's don't do this eh, bitch?" he thinks to himself,swatting a paw into the air, claws extended. "Get me a nice fish and let's call it even for now?" the words rumble in his mind as the cat instinct he is so familiar with takes over and begins to grumble sand hiss.

Windy Ravenfeather hisses back at the creature. She jumps off the chair and lands mere whiskers length away from the cat's face. "You think yer tough, don't ya? I have claws and sharp teeth just like you, only I'm bigger and experienced at killing little things like you."

the Cheshire Cat purses his feline lips and a feral rumbling pours out as his eyes cut toward the sofa looking for a safe haven should he need it.. "You might be bigger, bitch, " the words wash through his mind. "Yeah, but I bet I am faster." And as his last human thought vanishes, he arches his back, claws out and he locks his eyes on hers in a standoff, continually hissing and growling.

Windy Ravenfeather doesn't back down at the display, instead becoming angrier. Her eyes glowing with her growing temper. A low growl forming deep within her tiny body. She lunges towards the cat, attempting to pounce on it, to hold it against the ground.

the Cheshire Cat: "Oh you want to play, eh?" he thinks to himself as he tries to dodge her attempt to grab him, a paw quickly slashing out toward her, claws looking for her flesh. "Show me what you got and I will show you what I got," he thinks to himself, managing to escape to a corner.

Windy Ravenfeather winces and growls loudly as his claws manage to dig into her arm slightly, yet drawing blood. She screams with fury. "I'll kill you, you stupid beast and make a meal of you for my spiders to play with!" She runs after the cat, attempting to trap it in the corner.

the Cheshire Cat backs into the corner. hunkered down and ready to pounce, his mouth open to show his teeth as he hisses and growls loudly. Realizing she is not going to back down, he darts between her legs and makes his way to the other side of the room. "Catch me, catch me, if you can, Fae," he thinks to himself, realizing he does not really have the advantage but bravado pushes him forward.

Windy Ravenfeather watches the cat cut through her legs and decides she's had enough of the chase. She flies quickly behind the cat, and strikes down with her hand attempting to grab him by the collar.

the Cheshire Cat: Realizing he has been nabbed, yet again, he begins to flail about in her grasp, his paws striking wildly at her, the sounds feral and deep. "AArgh," he thinks to himself as her assault brings pain to his body. "Well, hopefully, she will see some benefit in keeping me and I won't be spider food tonight," he thinks to himself realizing she had won this fight.

Windy Ravenfeather pulls him up by the collar and turns him so his back is to her, in order to avoid further scratches. Her fingers wrapped around the collar, she dangles the cat up in the air, making the collar tighter as he struggles. "Not so fast when you have no ground to help ye, huh?"  She laughs wickedly, enjoying the pain she is causing the creature.

Windy Ravenfeather: In the midst of her torturing the cat, she begins to feel something strange where her skin is touching the inside of the collar. It was subtle at first; almost a slight tingle. However the sensation started to grow. It felt like heat, like a fire was burning within the collar. It was sending feelings and images into her mind.

the Cheshire Cat lets his fur flatten, tucking his front legs close to his body. His ears lay back, twitching just a bit. "You win, you win," he thinks to himself. "Just put me down eh," And the cat continues his submissive posturing hoping for the best outcome.

Windy Ravenfeather: Something very dark, very ancient. It was an old hate. One that was very focused and directed. It was very old and powerful dark magic, like she hadn't seen in an age. She rips the collar off the cat letting him fall on the floor and paying him no mind.

the Cheshire Cat: Distracted by the loss of the collar, the cat startles and forgets to land as any cat would, on all fours. Instead he makes a thumping sound when he hits the floor, his paws reaching instictively for the collar he has worn for many decades. "Noooo, you can't take the collar. It's..........Oh, I need it back," he thinks wishing she could understand the collar meant his living or dieing. And if one didn't know better, the cat seemed to whimper and surely there were tears in its eyes.

the Cheshire Cat literally crawled to her, the hairs on his belly rubbing against the flooring. "Give it back," he pleaded in his mind as a cat paw reached out shakily in submission.

Windy Ravenfeather pulls the collar up to her nose and sniffs it, then licks it, as she tries to figure out what she is holding, but it is foreign to her. She hears the cat's whimpering and stares at it with renewed interest and curiosity. "What's the matter with you?" She stares at him in disbelief, then follows his eyes to the collar in her hand. "You want this back, don't you? This was made for YOU, wasn't it?"

the Cheshire Cat mews a bit as he stands to put a leg on hers, his other paw batting at the air trying to get the collar.. "YES, I want it back.And will do virtually anything to get it," he thinks while showing his best feline behavior

Windy Ravenfeather puts the collar closer to the cat almost touching it's fur. "How bad a cat do you have to be to need a binding filled with black magic?" She lets the cat touch the collar momentarily before standing and putting the collar in her pouch. "Oh I think I'll hold onto it for now. There is someone I need to see. I'll find out, once and for all, why you are so damn important."

the Cheshire Cat: "NOOOOOO," the word screams in his mind as she tucks the collar away. And he drops down on all fours, his ears laid back and pads to the darkest place in the room, under the sofa. He curls up, his tongue licking over his legs for a moment before he lays his head down on them, cutting his eyes toward her, "Maybe when she sleeps," he thinks to himself. "I if can get it and get out of here, I will risk those giant spiders of hers."

Windy Ravenfeather watches him scurry under the sofa and grins wickedly. "Yes you stay right there. I'm going to visit a, ummm, enemy of my enemy. Perhaps she'll shine a light on the darkness your collar holds." With that she flies out of her door and into the night sky.