Red Light, Green Light

Redrum's heart pounded with adrenaline as he felt the grip on him loosen, But before he could fully capitalize on the moment, the older boy surged forward. The growl that rumbled from the other’s throat filled the air, drowning out any other sound.

With a guttural snarl of his own, Redrum braced himself for the impending onslaught, his muscles tensing and twitching in anticipation. But as the older’s forelegs reached out to ensnare him, Redrum found himself trapped, his movements restricted by the iron grip of his opponent.

Pain seared through him as the mohawk male’s jaws clamped down on his face, tearing through flesh with a viciousness that left him reeling. Blood trickled down his fur, mingling with the sweat and grime of battle, as Redrum struggled against the onslaught. The laceration felt like a branding, a mark of his defeat etched into his very being.

But even as agony threatened to overwhelm him, Redrum refused to surrender. With a defiant snarl, he summoned every ounce of strength left within him, his claws slashing out in a desperate attempt for freedom. He tried to pull away, the roaring in his ears entirely new and terrifying as he shook his skull in a bid to silence the feline voice. “Shut up! Shut up!” He said to the fucking invisible cat.