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Minxpaw was surprised by the girl's kick, several hits connected as she felt her back snap and her hind legs shudder. Quickly, Minxpaw maneuvered from somewhat stale attack pattern from the young child and latched her claws on the side of her leg. Minxpaw never really learned the art of fleeing, having no need for such action inside a glass tomb. With her sharp nails,she shredding the child's leg, a hair too close from severing an artery. The problem was that, if she were to alert the fellow villagers... Minxpaw might not get the result she was injected at a very young age. 'The humans will then know not to mess with the proud descendants of the Savannah Kings!'

((... >:3 I feel quite devilish today twisted ))

A gruesome crack rung in her ears that made her stomach twist in sickness as Minxpaw was punted into the air like a soccer ball. She landed gracefully though, the pain nonexistent from the adrenaline pumping in her veins. Her ears cocked but she remained rigid, her body light against the ground. 'I suppose savage cats calls savage two-leggers.' Her heart sank, the hopes in finding her mother was ever so diminishing. The savage two-leggers could've done anything to her mother at this point... Her tail hung in the air in dominance but found it unnecessary to fix her pride. At the moment it didn't really matter. Her mother was presumably dead as her wisdom of the wild echoed in Minxpaw's tender ears, "Look forward to survive. Actions are irreversible but death is permanent." She disarmed her feral gaze at the twoleggers and darted off into an alleyway. Minxpaw froze in her steps as she heard a growl. There, blocking her entrance of the alleyway was a monster... One of the twolegger's loyal but 'not-to-bright' Doberman, is teeth unsheathed and its neck laced with a collar. She caught sight of the collar's similar texture and cocked a ear, '...For what reason does it bear the right of a collar? This... Thing has no right at all!' The Doberman drooled as it licked it's chop, indiscriminate of what was a mouse, cat, bird or weasel. Minxpaw hissed belligerently, her tail and hackles high in the air. She had limp on the side as her paw shuddered where the Two-legger had kicked her but she didn't seem to notice. Noise emanated from the alleyway as shrieks as well as yelps connected with the rustling of trash bags and clattering of garbage cans. At the end of the fight, the Doberman was now blind, having both eyes marred by Minxpaw's claws. Slender scratches covered its body, lightly bleeding as it licked it's chops, returning to it's box chewing on it's prize. Minxpaw's tail. Minxpaw in the meanwhile was tossed back into the brushes, too weak to carry her body while her whole black was caked in blood. She lied there idly, surprised herself she was alive but not whole. Her left ear was sliced in an acute angle and her tail was nothing but a pulpy lump. The scent of gut wrenching iron filled the premises as she flattened her ears unsure if it was her body, her pride, her soul or all three where pulsing in pain. Her world was knocked off it's axis, spinning to the emptiness of a black hole.