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She had been tracking this cat for quite some time now. They shared a connection, the two rogues, the first connection being the most obvious one, the fact that they did not belong to a clan. They both enjoyed inflicting pain, though she could do that much more easily than the other she-cat rogue. Another thing, the most important connection, was that in them both burned a hatred hotter than the sun, a hatred directed at the clans. Why the cat hated her clan, she had no idea. But she didn't really care, either.

"Yuck," Pride muttered, her nose wrinkling at the stench of the Thunderpath. She was too dignified to jump at the monsters that crashed by, though she was a little shaken by them. Though the silver cat was pretty, Pride, being Pride, did not think of her as beautiful. She was beautiful. In fact, she was the very definition of beautiful, not to mention intelligent. She viewed herself as a sort of future ruler of the clans, and indeed she was feared in each and every one of the clans. Often Pride liked to imagine that Starclan feared her also, those silly ancestors of hers.

But Starclan was gone now. Just like every other ounce of kindness she had had before. Then again, Pride doubted that she had ever been kind ever in her life, not even as a kit. In fact, she had enjoyed inflicting pain, even from the beginning. The way her victems squirmed and struggled in her grasp made her go into a state of ecstacy, and many cats viewed her as insane. And maybe she was. Who knows? Sanity is overrated. She prefered being insane.

"Did you finally catch something?" Pride rasped in a sarcastic voice, using her gift to make the shadows wrap themselves around the other rogue. She was skilled in her gift of shadows, being able to make the shadows into a sort of physical 'being' of sorts. "It honestly shouldn't be that hard to catch prey. Of course, you probably don't want to be caught by the clans, so I understand your whole stealthy act, but..." Pride paused, slinking out of the shadows with a smirk.

"Wouldn't life be better if you could roam freely within the clan territories? You should join me, whoever you are. Terrorize the clans and make sure they know that if they so much as hiss at you, you won't hesitate to kill one of their precious kits, and they'll let you in with open arms," she said with a dark, and slightly sinister, giggle. Not many cats could make a giggle sound sinister. Pride was, however, not like most cats. Her evil was pure, her heart ink black. She wondered if this cat was the same. Time to find out...

Pride burst into laughter, though it was dark and bone-chilling. "Truth? Who said I saw the truth? There is no truth. We live a world of lies, my dear," she chuckled. "I see nothing but Black, and I see It in you. We shall make a good team, you and I." The elegant, gray she-cat sat on her haunches and stared at the forest around her, a small, mischevious smile parting her lips once more. She directed her gaze at Fallen Angel, raising an eyebrow. "But first you must make the clans fear you. It's been far too long since I've tormented anything larger than a mouse. I'm craving to hear the squeals of a kit. Would you like to help?" she asked, eyes sparkling.

Pride loved torture. In fact, she would probably kill herself if she lost the ability to cause pain. The sadistic she-cat was not merciful in her doings, and whether it be kit, apprentice, warrior, or elder, no matter what the size, the gender, she would still relish its screams, even if they were incredibly high-pitched and annoying. Pride was not a "good" cat. No, she was as "bad" as you could get.

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Pride's lips opened into a smirk. This she-cat... she would be easy to manipulate. Very, very easy. But no need for her to know that now. The moment she realizes, it'll be too late. Nodding, Pride began to pad to the Thunderpath. Glancing both ways to see if any monsters were coming, Pride zoomed across the disgusting, concrete road and pounced on a mouse on the other side, all done within seconds. Giggling as the mouse squirmed in her grasp, squeaking and struggling, Pride sent a jolt of pain running down the small creature, killing it instantly. She ate the mouse while waiting for the other she-cat to catch up, watching patiently with her tail twitching in the air.