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Please, do not kill me for posting this. Nova, would you mind clearing this for me now, instead of me PMing it to you? If not, I'm sorry, and I can delete this if you need me to.
Comet-Tail stalked along the camp floor, his green eyes blazing and the fur along his spine had risen. His lips were drawn in a snarl, and his claws were unsheathed. The usual taunting had gone further than usual today. The evidence a new cut in his ear, which had been placed there under the excuse that ‘he was too stupid to notice.’ His furry tail lashed as their taunts rolled once again in his mind. “Hey, Comet-!” A new voice rang in his ears, but the tom wasn’t in the mood to talk. He quickly unfurled his obsidian wings and leaped toward the darkening sky, doing anything to get away from any and all cats. He didn’t look back, or say anything, and left a rather disappointed looking she-cat behind.
The tom took to gliding through the strange thermals of that day, and doing acrobatics that other cat’s couldn’t, or wouldn’t, even dream of. He pulled off another one of his common barrel rolls before going into a lazy glide. His keen, neon eyes scanned the ground below. They were narrowed, as his face was still tight with anger toward the rest of his clan. They were all idiots. The whole lot of them, no matter the conversation he’d had with Zephyrstar a while ago. How long had it been? It seemed like eons, but one could never tell.
His head twisted to side as his gaze fell upon the Sunshine Meadow. What a stupid sounding same. But then again, at the moment, everything sounded stupid to Comet-Tail. Even he sounded mouse-brained to himself. He angled himself into a slightly sloping glide, until he was soaring right over the center of the meadow. He then performed something that would be considered the action of an idiotic daredevil, which at the moment, was exactly what he felt like.
It was an almost completely vertical dive, and his wings were tucked flat against his sides. An unthinkable decision flashed in his mind as the clouds and sky swirled in a vortex around him; to either let his wings unfurl, or not. On one paw, he would live to think things over. On the other, he would die and finally see just what StarClan had in store for him as another dimension, and finally leave behind all the taunts and jibes of the other cats.
The ground drowned his vision, and he brought his hindquarters forward a bit, and his wings jerked open. He yelped in pain as the rush of air that was caught in their furls seemed to rip them off, but managed a rather smooth landing anyway. He winced as he pulled his wings closer to his body, but shook his head after that and forced himself to think.
This place…. It was too sunny for his liking, even with the sun setting blood behind him. He had ripped the sun open with his claws as he had flown, it’s crimson life spilling over the world’s sky, before falling pathetically to the horizon, to rest and nurse its degrading wound while the cold moon took it’s place. “There should be more shadow in this world. After all, there is no joy, which is light, when there is so much misery, which can only be the dark.” He growled, lifting his head back and glaring at the sky, as if demanding it to turn a darker shade.
“It should, shouldn’t it?” A hissing, high-pitched voice whispered in his ear. It was loud enough to seem that the speaker had their muzzle in his ear, but the sound seemed to vibrate through his very thoughts. The hair on his tail stood on end as he whirled, trying to locate the speaker. When he found no one, he thought he heard a mocking chuckle.
“What pathetic fool wouldn’t show his mouse-brained face?” Comet-Tail hissed into the air, tail lashing. His wings twitched a bit, but otherwise his limbs were still. “What pathetic fool would show his mouse-brained face to a complete stranger?” The voice hissed again, more mocking than the last sentence. “A coward, that’s what.” Comet-Tail retorted, lips drawn in a hiss. Demented laughing sounded, and Comet-Tail felt a stale breeze ruffle the fur on his left side. A menacing presence made itself known, and he felt eyes boring into his side. Though, before he could look, the same thing happened on his other three sides, blocking him in.
His eyes, which had then been closed, opened, and his breath was nearly stolen, though, for now, in the metaphorical way. The thing in front of him… It was… A skeleton? Yes, that’s what it was. A huge cat skeleton, worthy of that legendary feline Sharptooth, loomed in front of him, it’s empty sockets staring ahead, its lip-less jaws revealing huge fangs. Another three of the monsters loomed around him, their only movement the occasional twitch of a bony tail.
“And if you are not a coward, do me a favor and relieve me of these pathetic minions.” The voice rang again, though it didn’t seem so… mysterious now. Each of the monsters stepped forward in unison with one of their front paws, and Comet-Tail couldn’t help but quiver at the movement. Now his mind couldn’t tell him that they were just stone, and not moving, harmful things.
“I thought not.” He watched as each individual bone disintegrated into shadow, blowing away as dust in the wind, until they were nothing more than a faint haze, which soon disappeared all together. Comet-Tail felt bile rise in his throat, but a heated anger soon made it sink back down. How dare this… this whatever it was, call him a coward? “I’m not a coward! I could take on all my pathetic clan if I wanted to!” He yowled, blind rage clear in his raised voice. He was too angry to notice the dimming of light, as if a huge, semi-transparent bowl had been dropped over the meadow. “So they could finally experience your pain?” The voice sounded almost sincere. “Yes.” Comet-Tail said, astonished that this being knew his demonic goal. “And that they could finally see the dark dwellings in which you take each step?” The voice was now rising in an almost triumphant tone. “Of course.” The warrior replied, now calm.
“Well, there is only one way to do that.” Everything went dark as the voice spoke again. It was so dark; in fact, the Skycat couldn’t see a thing. He felt something brush against his shoulder. It felt almost like a tail, and clumps of fur were missing. “And that way is also the way to serve justice to the whole forest. To give them what they really deserve. It would be to wipe out every sinful being in the forest, and we both know how much sin the clans have caused. It would be only fair justice for them all to obliterated.” The voice cooed, as Comet-Tail fell headfirst into its trap. “It would be justice, wouldn’t it?” His eyes darkened, and his tone took on an eerie tint. He was slowly succumbing to the darkness. “Of course. And you know, there might be a small chance that you could get hurt while trying to do this, so I’ll let you borrow two of my helpers. They could wipe of the forest clean of a whole clan in a few hours, with their own magic.” Comet-Tail’s ears pricked at this. Whatever the voice was, it had to have the best intentions in mind, if it wanted to serve justice to the forest. Perhaps not the clans, but the forest. The clans would know of his pain, experience it, until every cell in their body writhed in the fire they fueled with their sins.
“What magic?” The warrior asked, now curious. “They steal the soul of any cat the come across. I’ll be sure to tell them not to steal yours, though any other cat is fair game. They steal the cat’s breath, and the feline becomes only a walking shell of what is used to be. The cat would follow any and every command that you make, and you could have a whole army of these shells. These bone-cats also have the most primitive magic; fear. You could paralyze a whole patrol in just fear alone. Who’s ever heard of a skeleton bounding through the forest, coming straight at you?”
The voice laughed at this, and Comet-Tail felt a grin coming to his own face. Justice would be served, and he could finally get his revenge on the clans. The darkness faded, and he found that two of the bone-cats stood in front of him, as still as the stone of which they seemed to be made of. Now, a grin really did twist onto his face. But it wasn’t the normal kind of grin; it was one that signaled his values and morals had flipped. The darkness now brooded in his fragile heart, ready to break it at any moment, and ready to use it for anything. “The clans will be mine to destroy.” He hissed, his eyes darkening with his soul.
StarClan watched, helpless, and quickly sent dreams to the sleeping cats of the clans, warning them of immediate and mortal danger. Their ranks were nothing against the darkness that had stolen Comet-Tail from their reach. Even the underworld’s clan had no power over this shadow. It was a totally different being, one that wanted the whole world to fall into chaos, and wanted everything dead. And it finally had the cat that could be tricked into doing so; and one that had a reason to do so without thinking. And because it wasn’t a rogue, but one of the clanners’ own blood, they wouldn’t attack so readily.
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Comet-Tail was now a beast, a monster, a full-blooded demonic entity. His flesh had slowly worn away, until he looked almost like a zombie from two-leg horror films. His eyes had dulled until they were only a grayscale version of their once green brilliance. His wings were ragged and had holes in them; something he would’ve never let happen while still in control of his mind. His lips were drawn back in a maniacal grin, revealing rusty, bloodstained teeth.
His skin was stretched taught against his body, and all his bones shone through, so he was almost like a skin-covered mini version of his two minions, who mindlessly followed all his demented commands. It had been three moons since the voice had entered and corrupted his mind. You see, it wasn’t just the words that had tricked the warrior into wading into the dark pool of insanity. The shadow, as all who knew of its immeasurable power called it, had the privilege of messing with any being’s mind if a conversation was entered willingly. It could do this without the mind’s bearer noticing, and in doing so, could easily install darkness into the heart. And Comet-Tail’s heart was already thrashed dialing by darkness, that it was weak and frail. It would be too easy to break it and shatter his way of thinking. And that was exactly what happened. He was nothing more than a literal shadow of his former self, and this time he was bent on nothing less than complete slaughter of the clans.
Comet-Tail laughed, and a ripple went through the small crowd of soul-less cats behind him. They were, or had been, rogues and loners caught by his two bone-cats while he had sat in the meadow, alone and secluded in his invisible bubble of darkness. He had been plotting, laughing to himself, and drawing a claw through every one of his sane brain cells in the process. He stood upon the Golden Hills, the flaxen grass shriveling and dieing around his and his band’s paws. Even his touch brought death to the weak, and his stare brought ice to the blood.
They were ready to attack the first of the clans on the list: MarshClan. It was their duty to serve justice to the clans of the forest, and give them what they deserved. Even their kits had sin running through their blood, and they all had the right to suffer. They all had the right to lie on the ground and scream in pain as their soul was stolen from them, ripped from the very essence of their bodies. They had the right to die today.
“Go, my shadows. Destroy those who deserve to be destroyed. Steal their souls and cast them into the pit in which I’ve cried in for too long.” He hissed, his voice so different from the one he had possessed long ago. It was now serpentine, an exact replica of the shadow’s own icy tone. The shadow had taken over most of his mind and soul now, and he was almost overflowing with the emotional darkness.
With a final hiss, the shells and duo of bone-cats streaked out toward the camp, in sheer, supernatural silence. Even the huge monster’s pawsteps were muffled by the need of an ambush. The first blood of justice would be served tonight. Comet-tail’s eyes narrowed, and the grin fell into banks of the memory. He slowly trotted after them, before flexing torn wings and flapping onward, over his troops of death.
It was a miracle that he could still fly with such ratty wings, but then again, their was nothing holy about him. He was now an embodiment of pure evil, and yet, just a thin line of light still shone from his now rotten heart. “This isn’t right!” A roaring voice, his voice pierced his thought, and made him have to flap madly to regain balance. A flash of golden light accompanied this voice, but it was quickly patched with more darkness. Comet-Tail shook his head, before swerving downward to lead the brigade toward camp. It was just his imagination acting up. Of course this was right. The clans deserved to feel all the agony he felt, because it was their fault. Their entire fault. And they would die.
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Marsh, Wave, and MistClans had all been raided by this time. The demonic cat's (it was not even fit to call him Comet-Tail by now, since the shadow's evil had penetrated so far, but for the sake of my fingers, we'll still call him by his sane name) army had now swollen, but they were still not as good as a clan-trained cat. His shells were pathetic in comparison. It was only by numbers, fear, and his two bone-cats that he'd managed anything. It still bugged the back of his mind, but he pushed it away as he thought of the ultimate goal; CloudClan. Those cats were the twigs in his black fire, but only twigs underneath his paws. But, by now, they must've heard of his 'crusade.'
Comet-Tail was perched at the top of a tall, leaf-less tree. Whether it was because of his and his army's touch or because of Leaf-Fall’s cold grasp was unknown, but that couldn't have been farther away from anyone's mind. What was in thought now was the final battle of good and evil, of the illusion of justice and the real thing. It was a sudden movement, almost too quick for the eye, but Comet-Tail's wings were now at full-spread. The holes created by the shadow's taint were evident, and they were like moth-eaten tears in a cloak. The cloak of the reaper, that is. His decomposing lips were drawn back, and a yowl issued forth. In one single beat of the massive, torn wings, he was airborne, and an echoing chorus vibrated from the soul-less throats of his minions below.
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Paintedeyes was padding toward the fresh-kill pile, her strange eyes dull. Most of the clan had taken little notice, but she had been left almost heartbroken. She was still mulling over the fact that Comet-Tail was gone, and the few survivors of the all-too-real raids had said that a cat looking like him had led them. She refused to believe that, but the haunting truth still lurked like a poltergeist in her mind. The cats of CloudClan had been set on rations, since hunting patrols were too dangerous now, and the clan had been put on high alert because of the raids. Some still didn't believe that soul-stealing, half-dead cats made up the brigade, but the danger was still there, and no one could deny that.
Her beautiful wings flexed as she settled down and looked at the pathetic heap of not-so-fresh kill. She was about to pick up a miserable looking mouse when the beat of noisy wings sounded above. No one had left camp for a long time, and only a few brave ones had dared take to the skies in a while. She looked up with bored curiosity, but her face almost broke into a hysterical grin when she remembered that frame, the wings, and the shade of fur. It was the missing warrior of CloudClan. She could finally speak to him, like she had tried to the day he had disappeared.
But unfortunately, she didn't have the chance that day. She was taken aback by his odd behavior. He just circled and circled at a high altitude, like an awaiting vulture. He dove to the south a few times, and skimmed the forest, only to return a few moments later, his wings beating faster then. And the extra limbs were tattered. He shouldn't even be able to fly with wings like that, but he was.
It seemed like forever, until he let another call spring from his mouth. It was a battle cry; one that had been heard only three times before. Only a millisecond after that, shells of the half-dead clanners streamed into camp, their blind eyes locked ahead. They attacked anyone and everyone, though never really took more than one blow to one before moving on to the next. Many were knocked down in seconds, which just proved how weak they were compared to real, living cats.
Why wasn't Comet-Tail helping? Or doing anything? He was still circling, and Paintedeyes thought now and then a laughing sound could be heard. It was time for the revelation to being.
[Summary View]
Paintedeyes at that moment was the only one to raise to the skies and fly to Comet-Tail's level. Of course, he looked almost nothing like the healthy cat that had left the clan moons ago. This is what probably frightened her into stuttering the most, but of course the evil cat took that advantage and used that to attack her. It wasn't long until they were both spiraling upward, attacking now and then, dodging what they could, their blood falling to the ground below on the writhing mass of bodies. The bone-cats were wreaked havoc, and a few CloudClan cats were rising to safer ground or air. Finally, the two dueling felines were locked in a screeching recipe of claws, teeth, fur, flesh, and blood.
Paintedeyes was on the brink of breakage, though Comet-Tail couldn't have been better. His body was immune to pain, to weakness, for he couldn't feel. "Why are you doing this?" She cried in his ear, as their wings locked to their sides, and they began to plummet. Her voice somehow registered in Comet-Tail's sane mind; the mind that had been trapped since the shadow's invasion. "The shadow! Help me!" He screamed, his voice back.
The decomposing injuries flashed away for a moment, before coming back. The shadow would always be stronger. Until, of course, one could see through its tricks. In Comet-tail's twisted reality, the one his heart had been contained in for so long, the tables were turning. The battlefield of reality was changing as well, and the forest of cats was regaining their normality.
Souls were returned, and the bone-cats were defeated as their power was sapped. Reality was not for them. Only the realm in which the shadow lived could they have full power, and only then when fear reigned superior above hope and all else. Comet-Tail's rebuke against the shadow caused it to come forth, and in turn bring all to its realm. The battle of which could be dwarfed by little else was about to begin.
[Zenith]
This war wasn't like any in reality, for any of those defeated would just return to the forest, unscratched. And there was no blood spilt, only the light of the cat's heart. And when this was all gone, the darkness would take over and the cat would be thrown back to the world of balanced light and dark; the world in which we live.
Bone-cat after bone-cat was brought to death by the crusade of clanners, until, of course, the shadow was met. A huge thing, many cats would've probably quaked at the mere thought of something of such proportions. But now wasn't the time for any fear at all, and the cats knew this.
The shadow, too was brought to its knees at the end, and the forest returned to normal. Comet-Tail looked again like he should, if not a bit happier. Though, of course, where it goes from there is up to everyone else.
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Alright, of course I'll probably have to change that ending. I went a little overboard there.... >.>
Anyway, the only character needed to be played is someone to temporarily play the 'shadow.' They can make it look however they want, and I don't think a biography should be needed for this one. Though if you're completely brain-dead on how it should look, I have a little sketch that could be used. -cough-
Anyway... That's that. Questions/suggestions/comment are obviously welcome and encouraged. And sorry, Zephyr, if I messed up writing with Paintedeyes.
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« Reply #1 on May 6, 2006, 12:25am » | |
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EEE, I so want to volunteer Paintedeyes for the role of the CloudClan she-cat! *jumps up and down and waves hands in air*
THIS. IS. BRILLIANCE. *nodnodnodnod*
I mean, this seems so well planned-out! I could just...eat it!
...That is, if I hadn't already. *points to above statement*
OMGOMGOMG, Maskeh, that's brilliant.^^ We may have to get the ok from Nova, but I definitely love it.^^
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« Reply #2 on May 6, 2006, 12:41am » | |
I was going to use her anyway, but wasn't sure. So, why not? And thankies for the.... making-my-plot-look-edible comments. ^^
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« Reply #3 on May 6, 2006, 9:31am » | |
So what's going to happen to meh MarshClan? -huggles Rippah-
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« Reply #4 on May 6, 2006, 11:41am » | |
Well, MarshClan, like Mist & WaveClans, would be attacked, and the camp ravaged. It's up to the cats owner's what happens to them (either they die, run away, or become a shell), but otherwise it's almost total destruction. They leave the rest of the territory alone, so it'd be easy to hide/do whatever if a cat got away. And after it's all over, I plan to have StarClan get all magical-y and turn everything back to the way it was before the battles, including giving shells back their souls, though as mentioned, dead cats stay wherever.
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