The Cat felt a smug satisfaction as the smack sounded off into the air. That felt good. Yes, the morals of making your enemy choke on electrified bile was... questionable, but Mad deserved it, okay?! She had to get a taste of her own medicine.

Which made it even more hilarious when the torbie's attempt to claw at her back only ended in weak pawing against her chest. 'So this is what she's like when she had no magic, huh? Weak?' Mad sure seemed like it.

Now, as much as The Cat wanted to torture her forever, she'd better end this soon. After all, there was a literal entire world she'd yet to explore. Of course, it's best to leave your opponent with a parting gift...

"Nothing," she sneered, before suddenly lunging forward. Pearly kitten teeth snapped forward...

And chomped down on nothing but empty air.

Her jaws were snapping. Tiny kitten claws scrabbled against stone as The Cat leaned in, trying to get in another bite. She'd teach this dumb sparkle-cat who she's messing with! Her legs were tiring, though, and stars still danced in her young eyes from all that thrashing about. She didn't realize what was happening fast enough when Madhukar suddenly leaned in to her face. Wh... what was this, exactly? Do enemies suddenly press their maws together in this strange new world she woke up in? The Siamese kit didn't move, dumbfound, until--

Thwiiick!

A steaming lump of electrified bile shot into her mouth. Two thoughts ran through her head.

1. 'Eewww, that's so gross!'

And 2. 'OH MY FUCKING-'

The Cat gagged, scrambling backwards as the world's worst smoothie came down her throat. Tiny zaps of electricity illuminated her jet mouth as she frantically tried to cough up the magical ball. It wasn't the worst electroball Mad could have given, but her singed throat begged to differ. She hunched over, cream fur pricking up and green eyes staring warily. That was it. As much as she wanted to keep fighting, her body didn't want to be destroyed the same day it was made.

"Fine," she muttered, her hoarse mew sounding almost defeated. The moment of vulnerability passed, and her gaze hardened once more. "I'm still better than you. And you know it." The "newborn" angled her head upwards, pridefully, looking at the larger cat with scorn. "So don't mess with me again."

The Cat's body was tense, fur pricking upwards and a few drops of blood still on her muddle. Still, she kept her head high and broken tail raised as best she could. Madhukar, on the other hand, looked defensive. Defeated. 'Good.' She taught her not to mess with her, and she'll teach the entire cave!

Large kitten eyes glimmed towards her rival as she spoke. Twisted's claws scraped against stone at the accusation. "I'm not-- ... fine, I'm Twisted." Hell, maybe she'll call herself that from now on. Just to mess with her.

Her crooked tail lashed in the breezy air. "Oh, and I'll make sure to see you again. I beat you already, so I can do it again." Twisted wasn't all too sure on her remark-- from what she gleaned, these caves were big, and the larger it was the smaller her chances of crossing paths. But she just knew it.

Defiance. Smirking in the face of this angry, no-good kitten. It was what defined Twisted for her first hour of life. Madhukar wanted to get her down, to control her, so she taught her what she could do with those claws. It made her feel good.

Twisted wanted to continue. Gloat all up in her face. Raise that crooked tail high like a banner. But she was getting weak, and tired. Newborn bodies aren't meant for brutal fights. She didn't notice the final charge of magic, the last strike of the defeated army. She didn't even bother listening to the words, too busy in her self-congratulations. The siamese just glared forward, eyes wrinkled in pride-- and soon surprise-- as the asteroid came barreling down...

Bingo.

It connected with her chest fluff like the world's most aggressive bean bag. Twisted hissed, reeling back as little currents of electricity spasmed her muscles. She was so done with these little sparkle-poofs. Her face was sore, her mouth was charred, and now her front fur was sticking up like some science project. She batted it away quickly, little zaps going down her paw as she watched it tumble down the tunnel.

And then-- a sharp glare at Madhukar. "Is that the only thing you can do? Spit up little furballs?" Mouth opened, claws flexed... and then relaxed once more. "... Fine." The slightest twinge of defeat went through Twisted's voice. She couldn't fight more, she knew it.

Four black paws slinked backwards, towards the shadowy edges of the tunnel until she was completely in the shade-- and hopefully out of the way of another attack. Out of the way, the tunnel space open for Madhukar to walk through.

And a few last words of spite just to end it: "Then kill me."