Glad to see peeps enjoyed, Chainedsouls pasted. So, now we have Darks and Pure's past. It's mostly in first person, some in third person. I got the idea off one of my favourite authors.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Warriors, but I do own the rights of Pure and Dark. (Haha, not really.. but it's nice to think that )
Darkheart
Crack!
Smash!
Bang!
Pounding head. Bile slowly rising. Who the hell was that?
"Master Dark, Master Dark!" Some idiot was banging on pots. "Get up!" My fingers slowly curled round the covers, and I poked my head out of the bed.
"What in the name of Hell do you want?" I groaned. Why was I feeling like this again? My brain throbbed, so I stopped thinking about it. The small slim cat leaped back, the pots clattering to the cold floor.
"M-master Dark? I-is that you?" His golden grain pelt was fluffed out in alarm.
"Well, excuse me for looking like I've just been run over by a truck," I growled, bearing fangs.
"Eh, so it is you," he said, sighing, and picking the pots up with his tail. I blinked. Did I really look that bad? I clicked slim fingers, and a small mirror appeared. I glanced in. A pair of blank yellow eyes stared back. They had evil slim slits. Egyptiansand acted like he had never seen a twoleg before. I guess I didn't point that out. I'm a demon. I can shape shifted. A twoleg is my personal favourite. It's fun to watch those cats run away in pure terror.
The boy staring back in the mirror had tanned skin, long black hair and something alienish about him. The mirror disappeared. "What do you want?" I asked again, grudgingly getting out of the warm bed.
Egyptiansand backed up slightly. "We have a job for you to do, Master Dark," he said, leading the way out of the small room. The room was made out of rock. Thick and brown. It was nice and warm. I live in the core of the earth. Lots of warm lava for heating. Perfect for a demon and a load of dead cats. Egyptiansand trotted down the long corridors. The lava bubbled as I followed his wagging tail. A few cats were padding along the corridor. Some looked at me and smiled. They were the ones where new I was a shape shifter. Others fled at top speed. They were newly dead. Poor things.
Egyptiansand was talking. I quickly tuned back in. "-heart has been summoned back to earth. He has a job from his father. Something about investigating a disappearance of a Clan. You do know what to do, ne?"
The boy nodded, shoving his hands deep into his jean pockets.
"Tell me," he waved a paw. I really needed to bump him off as my vassal.
"I have to go down to earth, and stop… whatever his name was," I said, yawning widely, and looking down a branching off corridor. There was a bath down there. People lie about cats not liking bathes. We love it. As long as no twolegs are breathing down our necks. And these bathes are lava filled. Nice and heated, all day round. We don't burn to dust. We're already dead.
Egyptiansand was yapping again. Something about going to, Wolfeye. Like nothing good ever happened there. He always finds something to yell about. After the mission, mind you. We passed by a dark chamber.
Small kits were running around in it. You couldn't see the body of them. Only hear their laughter, echoing creepily, and shadows of their forms. This chamber was holding cats that were nearing death. It was pretty sad.
"Here we are. Good luck," Egyptiansand stopped, and turned to face me. He was standing beside a small entrance. Made of rock. Too small for a twoleg to enter. Snarling, I changed into a fox. Egyptiansand spat at me, then quickly apologised for his rudeness. He was heading for a good kick.
The fox bowed its head, and slunk into the chamber.
Wolfeye was sitting behind a desk. He looked up. He was a large geay tom, with a wolf like air. "Darkheart," he said, and padded around the desk to face me.
"Wolfeye," I looked at his narrow yellow eyes. "You want me to go and stop-" What was the cat's name again? "Eh, the son of, eh… yeah," Wolfeye looked ready to start yelling again.
"Darkheart, just, just go," he pointed to a small gold chain. A vein was throbbing in his temple.
"Yes, sir!" I grabbed the chain, and slipped it round my black neck. I pressed a symbol that was imbedded in the pendant. I shimmered, then disappeared.
I re-appeared in a small forest. The forest was full of overgrown vegetation. I peered round with my good eyes. I could smell all kinds of different things. Prey, night air. I padded round in a circle, taking in my bearings. There seemed to be the smell of cats. Very stale.
Something about investigating a disappearance of a ClanOoo-kay. A Clan must have been here. So that StarClan cat must be round here as well. Pretty happy with myself, I started to sniff. Hello, what was this? My pointy nose had picked up a new smell. Strong. Like fire and ice. StarClan smell. I sniffed my black pelt. I smelt of fox. Good. That stupid cat wouldn't suspect me. I prowled round for a bit. Sniffing here and there. Finally, I spotted something. I became a small black sparrow.
The sparrow flapped its wings and took off. It landed smoothly on a tree branch, looking down at a cat.
His pelt was a soft pure white. He had large blue eyes. Stars sparkled at his paws. If it wasn't for his smell, and star spangled paws, I would have thought he was a kittypet. Just add the halo and wings and you had something perfect going on. It made me sick just thinking about it. I hate those goody goody cats.
A smile curled at my lips. I transformed into a small kit.
Pureheart
"Yes dad. I know dad. Can I go now?" A small white tomcat was rolling his eyes. A large cat was glaring at his son.
"Are you quiet sure? I could send down, Firestar," Heavenstar mewed, pawing the ground with massive forepaws. His pelt was a deep brown, with flecks of white.
"I'm sure," Pureheart said, bouncing up and down. "I'll see what's going on with the missing Clan. It won't be that hard."
"Alright, off you go," Heavenstar purred. Pureheart bounded away. A few of the StarClan cats called out as he passed. He mewed greetings, and continued on. He stopped. He was on the boarder of the large glade. On the other side was the 'real world'. He stepped foreword. It was like missing a step. He fell down, then stopped abruptly. He was at the Moonstone. It glittered softly. Pureheart hovered slightly as he ran. Twice the speed of a living cat, he ran across the Heathrow. He splashed across the trickling stream, and plunged into the forest.
His father had told him that a Clan called; ForestClan, had disappeared. Pureheart padded to the camp. It was not there. Just a bear patch of land. He could smell cats. Faintly. And a fox. Ignoring the fox smell, he started to track down the old smells.
"How could they just disappear?" He muttered, walking under a tree. "The cats can't have just moved. All their land was gone as well. Nursery, dens, the meeting rocks…" He grumbled out loud. There was a rustle in the tree. Then a frightened mewing. Pureheart looked up. In the tree was a small kit. Its body was covered in scratches.
"Are you part of, ForestClan?" He asked, thinking that the kit was left behind. Something like anger flicked in the kits blank yellow eyes. But it passed by at once.
"No. I was chased by a fox," it mewed, shaking like a leaf. "It attacked me, but I ran up a tree. I'm stuck," Pureheart looked worried.
"Alright, I'll get you down," he started to climb the tree.
Darkheart
Sucker! I thought, as the bubble headed cat climbed up. This was to damn easy! I let the white cat climb to the branch that I was 'stuck' in. I pretended to slip. I gave a pitiful wail that would have made my father turn in his grave. The white cat lunged forward, and clamped strong jaws round my scruff.
His ivory claws clung onto the bark. I turned my head slowly to look at him. The cat looked a little frightened. I didn't blame him. I would have been freaked out too if the kit I was holding suddenly transformed into an octopus. My slippery arms twisted round the cat's forearms. It gave me satisfaction to see his blue eyes filling with pure terror.
I clicked my beaked mouth, and pulled the cat tighter into my grip. To bad his grip was the only thing holding us up. We fell to the ground. He clawed at the ground, ripping out great tuffs of dirt. It was a sad display. I rapped fully around his body. "My orders were very clear," I whispered in his ear. The cat shuddered, trying to get free. "They didn't want me to let you find that Clan. So I'm going to make your life Hell," my black form seemed to shimmer brightly.
I felt my arms sliding into the cat's body. Like a knife through butter. He yowled. Not with pain, but alarm. Soon I was inside the cat. It was pretty boring. Black and small. Most things hearts were small. I turned round in a full circle. It was fresh, so no other demon had tried to corrupt him. That was good, it made my life easier. I was in my black cat form. I transform into the host's species form when I enter their body.
The cats pelt was long and midnight black. His eyes were bright yellow, and his fangs and claws very long and sharp.
I gave one side of the heart a good prod with a claw. There was a flash of great light, and I was shot backwards, straight out of the StarClan cat's heart. That was not supposed to happen. "What in the name of, DeathClan?" I spat, looking at the white cat, like it was his fault. Well, it was. I glanced down at my body, thinking I was back to normal. But I seemed to be transparent. A spirit. That idiotic cat must have some kind of protection. Sealing his soul away from nasty critter like me. Someone up there must love him.
And that bloody spell must have worked on me as well. I was sharing the cat's body! I could just hear Wolfeye now. My eyes must have been misty and distance, because the cat was trying to get my attention.
"Who are you?" He was asking. I looked at him. I didn't have time for this. I just glared, and started to walk away from him. The white cat was following me! I span round.
"Stop it!"
"Stop what?"
"Following me, see, your doing it right now!"
"I-I can't help it," he said softly, looking pretty miserably. It looked as if we were stuck like this for a while. I suddenly remembered the necklace.
"Well, I'm off," I said. The StarClan cat looked mildly interested at this statement. I touched the symbols.
Nothing happened.
Why was nothing happening!
I tore the necklace away from my neck, and threw it into the next field. It helped my anger. "Shit," I looked wildly around. I tried to calm down, and think things through. Something was protecting the cat's soul from me. The spell bound me to the cat's soul though. Who was the idiot behind that logic?
Egyptiansand had said he had a father. I scuttled over to the cat, and gave him a good sniff over. The cat looked alarmed, and backed away. "A-ha!" I pointed a claw at him. That smell. That familiar smell. "You're the son of, Heavenstar!" How many times had I seen that old man in the battlefield? And how many times had he lost? A lot.
The cat looked frightened. "I- no. You're wrong," looked like he was told never to give this away.
"Yeah right. Just who are you trying to kid?" He looked sour at this. "So, he must have been he one who put the spell on you," I muttered, more to my self.
"What spell?"
"I one that's stopping me trying to- opps," I quickly caught myself. The cat narrowed his eyes.
"To what?"
"I point is," I changed the subject. "That this spell had bound me to your soul. So we're stuck like this. So you can come with me, back to DeathClan. I can then tell, Wolfeye and he can fix this problem."
"Why can't we just go to my father?" The cat asked, looking worried at the thought of Hell.
"Because then he would kill me, and we wouldn't want that," I said, and started off. I then remembered that I couldn't get to DeathClan. I had thrown my only transport away. "AHH! God dammit!"
"What's the matter?" He asked, looking at me curiously.
"Change of plan. We have to go to your land. But we are not going to tell your father. If you tell, I'll curse you," I threatened. I disappeared back into his heart. The cat trudged back to the MotherMouth.
I padded round his heart, thinking hard. Then it came to me. I needed to take control over this bubble head. I had to brake down, Heavenstar's spell, and take over part of his soul. Then I needed to get him exiled. Killing off a StarClan cat sounded like a good idea. After he was in exile, I just had to find my necklace, make him wear it, and work it, and I was home bound.
The cat had padded to the Moonstone. He took a deep breath, and walked through it. I moaned. Glittering, pearly cats were everywhere. Where was the darkness? Evilness, anythingness? I was homesick. And I had only been here for two seconds. The glade was prefect. Stars sparkled everywhere, and the moon was amazingly close. Trees made the forest round the glade. I started to occupy myself in finding a flaw in Heavenstar's spell. He was very cautious. The spell was a tricky one.
My stomach made a great pull. I glanced up. I heard Heavenstar's voice. "Did you find out where the Clan had gone too?"
"No. Nothing was there. Everything was gone," he mewed back. I had a sudden idea.
"I see. Did you meet anything nasty on the way?"
Keep your damned nose out of my business, I whispered in the cat's ear.
"Keep your damned nose out of my business," the tom said. His voice had changed to suddenly iciness. Even I was shocked with the tone. But his father looked even more shocked than I. His tail thrashed violently.
"What did you say?"
"I- I didn't mean that!" He yelped, his voice back to normal. "It, just came out," his father's eyes were like chips of fire. I hadn't had this much fun in ages. But have you ever thought of letting those, DeathClan cats have a break?
The spell was actually letting my voice sound out. Not the cat's. I could say anything!
"How dare you speak of that name?" Heavenstar spat, getting slowly to his paws.
Why? Is it too much for your heart, old man? My host was looking horrified. He backed swiftly away. His father was almost frothing at the mouth he was so mad. My host turned and fled away. I was howling with laughter. I broke out of my host's heart, and floated along beside him. "Did you see his face?" I spluttered.
"That was not funny!" He yelled, getting into the shade of a large beach tree. "I could have been in trouble."
"Well, duh," I couldn't help saying. I had to be careful not to speak of my little plan. We sat there for a long time. I watched my host. We still didn't even know each other's names. Well, if I named it, I would get attached to it. So my host was nameless for the time being. The sky was always night, so I didn't know when I could go to bed. None of the cats I could see were getting ready to hit the hay. Maybe StarClan cats didn't sleep? Happy happy joy joy. I needed them to go to sleep so I could see whom I should kill. Maybe a cat that mouthed off at my host? Well, first I needed to get rid of this spell. I went back into the cat's heart. I gave the sides a good prodding over. They crackled, and threatened to throw me bodily out again. So I stopped. I tried different brands of my own magic. It seemed to sort of work. The magic was weakening. But it seemed to be most affective when I talked through my host.
So that is what I shall do. Talk to someone. I searched round for someone I could corrupt by speaking. I spotted the famous, Firestar. He was always so unsure of himself. A good blow to his ego could do wonders.
I made my host get back to his feet. Then walk over to the resting, Firestar. You're that Kittypet, right?
I saw the fiery red cat flinch inwardly. But he gave a wan smile, and nodded. I made my host sit down next to him. Don't you think that I was your fault that, Spottedleaf, died?
I could see the cat looking a bit taken aback. "What makes you say that?" He asked, bristling slightly.
Well, if you went stringing that ridiculous lie to, Bluestar at the time, you could have stopped, Clawface from killing her.
"It wasn't a lie!" He spat, his anger flaring. "And how could I have stopped him from killing her?
You would have found some way, I hissed slyly. It wasn't Clawface's will that had killed, Spottedleaf. I was possessing him at the time. The look on, Firestar's face was well worth it. And don't you think you should have convinced Bluestar about, Tigerclaw? If you had she wouldn't have lost her sanity, and a whole lot of deaths.
"W-well, I tried. But she never listened," he mewed. "She was sure he was firm."
But it was your fault that, Bluestar died, don't you think? I whispered. She should had seen the signs of the dogs, and taken the Clan far away before her death. Saving you. How pathetic.
"She was doing a brave deed!" He yowled sharply.
More out of guiltiness. She didn't want to go to, DeathClan. So she decided to do a noble thing before her death. A clear ticket into StarClan.
The cat was struggling to find a loophole in my statement.
And maybe you could have stopped your best friend from falling in love with that, river queen. Been a bit harder on him. Then she wouldn't have kicked the bucket with his kits.
"But he loved her," he said, thinking hard. "And-"
So did Bluestar. See what it did to her. I thought, Graystar would have lost his nerve at missing his kits. First taken away, then killed. Piiity. I dragged out the last word. Firestar looked outraged. Do you want me to go on? I asked.
"No," Firestar stood up, and stomped away. Pureheart's clear spirit formed at my shoulder.
"What are you doing?" He shrieked. I laughed. The spell had shut down. At last. I had taken control over Purehearts body. And his spirit was being pushed out. I went back into his heart. Pureheart when back into his own body.
I touched the walls of his heart, thinking that I could finally start to corrupt it. A great flash of light. I was hurled straight back out of his body, fur on end. "God forbid!" I screamed, flames erupting in my eyes. "What the hell is this!" My host was looking bewildered.
"Something wrong?" He asked, ever so politely.
"You still have that bloody spell on you!" I hopped up and down in rage. "And I can't cor- er, I mean…" I was shooting my mouth off a bit there.
"What were you saying?" He asked, eyes narrow.
"Say, isn't that your, old man?" I pointed over his shoulder. He looked round. I quickly went back into his heart.
"What are you talking about, nobody's," he looked back at were I was. "There?… Demon, get your filthy butt back out here!" I was laughing inside his heart.
"No thanks. It's better in here."
With contempt, I contemplated the walls of the heart. They were practically screaming out at me to be poisoned with darkness. I scratched my nose in thought. Heavenstar was one step ahead. I could take control over my host, but I couldn't make him do the dirty work. But the cat itself seemed to hold great anger and evil. With out my help. Something must have made it that way. But what? Another cat? Troubled past? Well, I wasn't going to waste my time with its petty needs.
Just turn them to my advantage.
Pureheart
"Do you hate anyone here?" The demon appeared at his shoulder. Pureheart glanced at it through his clear eyes.
"You."
"Other than me?"
"Can my dad count?"
"Uh, no. Most of us hate our parents. Any other cat here. Maybe your girlfriend. Could be cheating on you," it purred silently.
"I don't have a girlfriend!" He exploded, making some cats turn to look at him.
"If you keep that up, they're all going to think your nuts," it said, tossing it's mane of hair.
"I don't hate anyone," he grumbled, looking at his twitching paws. He felt something under his chin, and his face was tilting to look the demon in the eye. It's blank eyes narrowed slightly.
"Yes you do," it whispered. "I can see it in your heart and eyes. You hold great anger, why so?"
"No I don't," Pureheart said stubbornly, his ears flicking backwards. The demon pouted slightly, thinking of other means of getting through.
"Everyone hates someone in their life. You can tell me, I can take away that pain," its voice grew smooth and silky. Pureheart's eyes clouded slightly, and he looked distance.
"My pain," he said faintly.
A bolt of lightning struck the side of the cliff. The rocks fell away, and hit the steel grey water. A small white cat was backing away from a pack of three dogs. The largest, a black pitball, showed its fangs. Thunder rumbled, and forks slashed the sky, lighting the sky behind the dogs. The cat sank lower into the grass.
A yowl sounded behind the small pack. A cat leaped out from the forest near the cliff. The tomcat streaked towards the group. Its pelt was long, grey, brown and amber. "Thornstar!" Cried the cat, growing hopeful. The dogs looked at one an other. Thornstar stood in front of the white cat, blocking the night sky. "W-what are you doing?" The cat asked, looking nervous.
"Kill him," Thornstar turned away from the trembling cat. The sea roared again, slapping the rocks.
"Get back here!" Yowled the cat, unsheathing his claws suddenly. "I was loyal to you, and if you turn your back on me, I'll make sure I drag you down to, DeathClan with me!" Thornstar turned round, eyes blank. The dogs surged forward, and the pitball caught the small white cat, shaking him like a rag doll.
"Thornstar! Thornstar!" The cries died in his throat, as the pitball tossed the cat over the edge of the cliff. The water leapt into the air, ready to swallow the cat. The cat hit the water. His body jarred, sending millions of pain signals to his brain. His mouth opened in a wail, and tangy salt gushed into his mouth. Choking, he slowly drifted to the bottom of the sea.
Darkheart
I watched him for a few minutes. Something was going through his brain. His face was making all kinds of interesting forms. He blinked. I stepped backwards, as he started to run passed me. I floated after him. He was blind with rage. My host skidded to a halt, looking at a tomcat. Its pelt was long, and had lots of patchy colours.
"I told you I would drag you down with me!" My host yowled; them leaped at the tomcat. My eyes popped, like some of the other StarClan cats around me. I never thought this bubble head would attack a fellow cat. And attack he did. He was racking his claws down the cats back, biting his throat and cursing him with every name under the sun.
With a crack, Heavenstar appeared. He thrust the two apart. The long hared cat didn't seem to be moving. I was dancing about gleefully. My plan was moving along happily. Heavenstar took one long look at my host, then sighed.
The verdict was an open close case. It came down to the death of a spirit cat. The highest crime you could do. And my host's revenge didn't count for much. Even if the cat he had just killed had killed him first.
Heavenstar sent him into exile.
I was hopping round my host's heart, as he was shot down to earth. He hit the ground, and slowly uncurled. I appeared at his shoulder.
I was not impressed. The ground seemed to be a light blue, and the sky a dark green. The trees were wacky and out of shape. Shades of violet, pink and orange. The blades of grass were bent and snaked out of control. Everything was out of control! This wasn't earth. We were stuck between times!
"Mother f-"
WHAM!
I crumpled to the ground, lights winking in my minds eye.
TBC!
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-Ixi