She was beautiful, in the cat creature's sense. A living deity; a figure worth worshipping. In his mind, he was far, far away from the perfect being. But he could never be so wrong.
DeerClan apparently has a certain 'ritual' ever so often in the middle of the full moon at night. It was different from usual clan meetings and other special events and it was a lot more... primitive, in fact. During that time they did some sort of sacrifice to StarClan using rodents or larger animals. Of course, StarClan never told me about this so either it was pretty pointless or they really just don't like me (which, of course, is impossible).
However, the ritual today has been 'postponed'. Like, how do you postpone a ritual that's suppose to be ONLY ON THE FULL MOON. You can't (obviously, mouse-brain!); because you would have a ritual on another full moon after that one and it would just be the equivalent of canceling it! Sheesh, they are so mouse-brain...
The reason is still unclear to me but I'm guessing it has to do with that tom I killed. I mean, how could I forget? Darn... I should have just ran away towards the east and maybe I would have gone somewhere much better then this dirty place...
Something breezed across my back, almost like an extended whisper. I flinched, turning my head to see nothing but the pitch-black of the night and the silent dens surrounding the circular clan area. I was standing on a somewhat higher part of the valley's ground; able to see the full moon shine brighter then I would see even farther below. This is where they would have their ritual if it wasn't being 'postponed'.
I look again at the dens filled with sleeping cats, sighing. Why haven't I seen that cursed tom yet? I swore I'd see him here. This is the closest
clan to where I fought him last, so this is inexcusable... how could I not find that scrawny thing? Have I been so pathetic as a mortal runt to lose my senses?
'You... really think too much.'
I glanced back, seeing again nothing but darkness and the faint light of the moon reflecting over the clan area. It seemed whoever was speaking with the strange, mysterious voice was somewhere well hidden... or just in my mind. However, it felt too much 'real' to be one of my brain's tricks.
"Why don't you shut up? I don't need commentary from some coward who hides in the shadows" I growl. For an instance the darkness felt dim, almost like it cringed, but I shook that notion off. Shadows don't move not do they feel. It's most likely some cat who is trying to mess with me; most likely suspicious of my presence here in his 'beloved' clan. But still... how did he read my thoughts?
'It isn't hard,' the mysterious cat muttered. 'You just have to be special like me, that's all. It's not a talent; it's given to cats like me'
"And what specific type of cat are you?" I said. "You can't be so special; nothing is. There isn't such a mortal cat-"
'Who said I was mortal?'
I flinched, surprised by his response. What? So that thing is immortal? That means...
"Are you of StarClan or... the Dark Forest?" I say, squinting my eyes to maybe being able to see the tom in case if he let his guard down. Nothing showed... well maybe... maybe the shadows appeared to have moved even closer. But I highly doubted it.
The tom voice cackled in a surprisingly kindly manner. 'No, young cat! I am much different... maybe even greater.'
"Oh, how prideful you are-" I was about to say when I stopped, pondering at a thought. Wait, he said 'young tom'! Almost like he thinks I'm an ordinary cat... can't he read minds like he said? Or is it... is it that he can read minds only if he wants to?
'All I heard was the last sentence and yes; your right,' The tom meows, laughing at the last sentence. 'I can only read minds when I focus enough and I only did that because it seemed that If I didn't say anything, you would think yourself to death!'
I hissed, my claws extending far enough to where it touched the dirt under my paws. "Shut up an quite with your teasing, just who are you and what do you want?!"
The voice sighed, his expression sounding prideful, prankish, and all-powerful. It sickened me to think such a seemingly foolish tom would be as reckless as to make such an assumption that he was even close to being as great as StarClan or anything above. Mouse-brains, all of them. They aren't needed, truly; no one is. Even I can't bend this world to my will. Creatures die, time flows, and no one really cares. To think such a fox-dung apparently thinks the world needs him in order to survive; it violates all of my mental rules down to the core. Literally.
'I'm... someone special. Very special. A savior... of all.' The voice smirked. I felt the shadows merging with mine; the whole place covered in a thin, almost invisible layer of black. Now I was certain that my mind wasn't playing tricks on me... it had seemed that the shadows WERE in fact the creature... or at least a part of it.
"Special? A savior?" I questioned, smiling as I continued; feeling the empty presence creeping behind me. "Well, what kind of 'bright being' is a shadow; something so dark and vile?"
The shadows surrounding me appeared to have froze, immediately dimming, and becoming almost petrified-like in a sort of weird sense. Did I... 'hurt' this thing's feelings? I grinned at the thought, preparing to slid downhill so I could leave the high ground. Now I had a chance to leave without that creature saying anything else as crazy as being a 'savior of all'.
'You're not going-' The creature was about to continue when a she-cat exited the den and looked up at me, her eyes stunned, confused, and wary of my presence; all at the same time. The creature seemed to have quieted down and left, since the shadows felt a whole lot lighter now, and the she-cat was walking even closer to me. I slid down the high-land, meeting the ground with a fairly loud SLAM emitting from where I landed. The lovely white she-cat with tainting blue eyes and a fluffy tail flinched, seemingly worried I would wake the whole clan up with the racket I was making.
"W-Why..." The she-cat muttered/yawned, turning her head to the side; not wanting to look at my eyes. Her voice also seemed a little off; almost like he was shy or something "...are you here?"
"Oh, um..." I shyly speak, hoping I could continue this act for as long as I can (cause, sheesh, I really do hate being a fake!). "I woke up and couldn't go to sleep, sorry to bother you-"
"T-That's not what I meant..." She sighs. "I meant... why are you even here, loner?... shouldn't you be, like, I don't know, a loner... Don't you cats have like, codes at all? Don't you have rules?"
This was seriously angering me, this little kit's act. Who does she think she is to diss me off like this? I can't stand mouse-brains like her, and it's even worse now since I am sort of still angry at what the shadow cat was talking about. I don't want another cat body to be found dead so she better shut up...
The white cat was starting to talk a bit more aggressive; like she ACTUALLY thought she would get away with all those words. Oh, ho... what pretty white fur; too bad it needs to be changed to red...
"S-Since you're a loner, I bet you've been to all nasty places! Ew!" The white cat slightly growled, smirking at the same time.
I stayed silent, trying not to claw off her face.
"And-And the reason you've been alone was because you're a clumsy, stinking piece of fox-dung!"
Stay calm.
"You piece of vile-"
Stay calm.
"Inconsiderate-"
Stay calm.
"Filthy-"
Stay calm.
"-Deranged mutt who no one can even love!"
My body froze, my eyes staring at the ground with shock. My heart began to pound as my head began to whisper the unforgivable, tantalizing words from a forbidden time; my past. What...? No one... can love...me? Like, no one? No one can? But... can't I... can't they... can't... anyone...? Why? Why did such a cat... say such an awful thing...!
I broke out of my trance and hiss at her, my eyes a blazing green. I leaped on top of her with a speed I didn't think I was capable of and I placed my claws on her throat, feeling her gulp in absolute fear and horror. I forced myself to hold in my emerging smile that wanted I laugh at her enjoyable pain being the weaker one in this... 'fight'. It was hard, but I managed to keep my cool.
"Next time you make such crazy talk; I'll make sure your head will be the first thing in the morning rolling into the clan center; understood? And also, if you say a word about this; I'll make sure you'll get that as well as a whole lotta pain!" I said, my extended claws urging to slice her up. I held it back, since after all; i only wanted to scare her and that's was all. Fear, in fact, is worse then death once it's extreme enough. Fear and pain is the one thing that can never end.
She nodded drastically, her eyes petrified and her body quivering. I released her from my grasp and as she stood up, she dashed towards what I presumed was the rather small warrior cat den. Coward, I thought, what a filthy coward.
'Her words hurt, didn't they?'
I growled, refusing to answer to such a vile fool. I walked towards the clan leader's den while ignoring the senseless mouse-brain continuing on muttering little tainting words here and there. As I met by the entrance of the den, I stared down at the the now seemingly black and white lowly life form who called himself a 'leader' of this pitiful clan. Even though he seemed weak and vulnerable right now in my eyes, I knew better. I have been reaping souls for too long to think a cat like this was , in fact, I needed him. If I was to get what I wanted, I would need him. Even though... even though he-
The leader yawned, his eyes opening slowly to look up at me. His expression was a bit worried at first, but it slowly turned to a laughing pleasure. "Oh, heh-heh, didn't see you there... Dark! What is it you need-"
"I want to become a clan member!"
The leader was silent for a bit, surprised by this immediate response. "That... I can let you do but..."
"But what?" I said, trying not to sound too forceful and hateful. But it's was hard... I was sure a tint of anger passed through what I was saying.
"Well, our clan... isn't so fond of loners or other cats that aren't us..." The clan leader mumbled. I wanted to scratch him for his words. Didn't he want me to join before when he said 'come see me if you want to stay longer'? Or did he mean stay here as a loner? Whatever he meant, what he said was backwards to what he said before.
"I know, but please..."
"My name is Wildstar, Dark. Refer to me as that." He said. I nodded, wanting to growl at his rudeness.
"...Yes, Wildstar... anyway... I don't care if they accept me or not," I sternly say. "I just want to be a clan member."
"Oh, okay... well, don't expect to be loved and cherished!"
"I won't. I'm ready." I grin,
Wildstar sighed. "Tomorrow, I'll hold you a warrior ceremony; okay?"
"Yeah, I understand." I said. Now... now I can finish my purpose! Now I can kill that wretched tom! Finally, I can...!
But a voice... someone much purer... doesn't want me to do such a 'vile' thing...
I hear her every day. Every day I do, but I ignore it. I ignore her disgusting face every time I think of her. I ignore her stained, dirty fur as I feel the ghostly feel of her body. I ignore the smell... the smell of flies, rot, and death as I remember of her notable scent.
And to think; I thought her beautiful once upon a time ago.
*Author's note*
Hello mates! I know this is the second newish chapter that signaled my returned arrival, but I just want to say that I am back! Yay! (No one cares, do they? T-T).
This story in my opinion, though, shouldn't really even be continued. Compared to my other ideas, it's bland, simple, and is a total bore to write. But since I have nothing else to do and have no intention of making another WC fanfic for awhile now; might as well finish it!
Also; It most likely has some errors here in there that have slipped my eye. If you see any, please inform me!
p.s I know this seems self advertising but if anyone wants cover art/drawings for their WC story; I'm the one! This will be the last I message this!