Hot. It felt so hot in the cats fur. Everything was so fucking hot
. Hot hot hot hothothothot.
Clover was fuming with the desire to sink her teeth into flesh. The blood on her muzzle already drying, No...
the heat of her rage was causing the cat to pant. Everything seemed to move slowly around her, warping the battlefield. The Meowths head was crushed with the pressure of a pounding headache, burning in her ears and behind her eye. "Kill..."
She whispered barely loud enough for herself to even hear.
The Pokemon around her, screaming, crying, hurting
. Their calls were like those of animals to the disconnected cat. They were giving away their positions! Begging
her to come to them, let her teeth glide over their skin and rip out their jugulars. "I will kill them ALL!"
A pulsating throbbed through the felines undead body as she drew back her lips and let out a hiss that was more like a snarl. Her conscious thoughts had left her, making her focused on one thing: Her next kill. Her muscles rippled beneath her skin, begging to flex. Sounds became as though she was underwater, her own raspy panting filling her ears. Clover's vision ran red, her one eye as brilliantly bright as it could be."THEY did this to me! They took it all from me!"
She wailed, charging crazed at Rhonda, the only form she could determine. Mouth gaping, dirtied saliva flowed in ribbons down yellow teeth. "DEMONS!"
Her paws made rhythmic beats against the ground, gaining balanced speed she hadn't had in so long. "Death welcomes you."
Blood scent lead the Meowth to her prey. "You took my family.."
Leaping nimbly, she landed on Rhonda's power tail and bounded up her spine. The aging Pokemons form was still full of strength, despite the stress she was currently in. Her protests weren't acknowledged by the cat. "Now I take your LIFE!"
Jumping from the back of Rhonda's neck, Clover aimed for the source of the blood: Elle.
With a demonic hiss, her claws sunk into the Fearow's chest, having overshot the Flaaffy in its talons from her distorted vision. The Meowth's hind-paw scrabbled at its raw, rotten flesh, peeling it away as she tried to keep a grip. "Sheep belong to ME."
Her canines were rammed into the birds chest, strengthened by Bite. She swallowed the mouthfuls of meat as quickly as she ripped them, nearly inhaling them in the process. "Lifes not fair.."
Her teeth kept drilling until they met still, non-beating heart, "Then we DIE."
Blood was gushing from the wound she was making, staining her muzzle with fowl coloration. The Flying-type was cawing, pounding its wings, trying to strike with its long beak and writhing from the weight of its passengers and the damages it was taking. "We fucking die! Hahahaha." We all die...
((Permission from Nighty to jump off Rhonda. No harm was done or intended on Elle, and if anything needs to be changed tell me ^^;))