Buzzardstar padded on through the thick grasses as she mumbled to herself.
"I will kill him someday," she growled softly. "He will be dead meat."
Buzzardstar was a pretty light colored tortoise-shell she-cat that seemed well suited for her bloody ways. As well as being leader of the last surviving Clan, she was known as Vampire Kitty.
You see, some idiot was stupid enough to….crush her soul. All the power from StarClan that had built up inside her, she finally let out. She became vicious, not someone to mess with. She hated him, every cell in her body did. She became blood-thirsty and had plenty of blood lust. She longed to sink her teeth into any living thing that passed her.
Her clothes suited her lifestyle as well. She wore a black cat sized fitted t-shirt and tight jeans that dragged. Her front legs were covered with pink and black striped gloves. Around her neck she wore a leather strip with a gold "B" pendent on it for "Buzzardstar." Around her tail was a StarClan pendent with a thin leather strap warped around to hold it on along with another leather strip/"B" pendent. Her soul cutting crystal-clear blue eyes were enriched with heavy black eye shadow and mascara. Her freshly highlight streaked hair hung over them like a curtain that separated to show her stunning features. Yet, it made her look even more dark and threatening.
As she wandered aimlessly around WindClan territory, she let her mind wander too. She passed through thoughts of her son and daughter or to her best friend, Lionfang. She thought of the wonderful music that calmed her. She pictured her beautiful horses dancing across the lush grass of their pastures. But one thought she stuck too.
She tried over and over again to shake it away, but it wouldn't budge. She sighed and thought, "I promised I would never hurt myself again like this, and yet I'm here breaking my own promise that would protect my own self."
She thumped down on a bare patch of earth. She had no idea what to do. She wasn't totally attached yet, that was a good thing. She wasn't going to get attached until she was sure.
"Great StarClan, help me out a little, will ya?" She forced herself to get to her paws. If she stayed here for too long, she would never get up again.
As she walked along, she pictured his face. A dark brown tabby, with a bright smiling expression that could light up an entire city. He didn't have the hard look on his face that Soul Crusher did, and that's one of the reasons that made the image so irresistible…even to Vampire Kitty…..