[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

Blackstag

25 Moons || Nightclan Warrior

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Everything was wet. The pine trees, the undergrowth, the normally hard ground now squishing with each passing paw-step, and the annoying drip, drip, drip as the last remaining drops of rain finally trickled down from the suspending leaves overhead. It had rained all day, a steady shower that breathed life back into the valley, though by the time night rose it the sky had quieted down though remaining inky black like a void. The scent of rain still in the air.

Near silent paws led the group from the underground caverns of Nightclan's camp, though the more noticeably heavy paw-steps of the massive tom cat's brother were quick to follow among others. Though nearly as heavy as his brother, the blackish-brown coated warrior had always been near silent with his movements. Slick and quick, quiet like his name sake as the large herbivore was know to move about the forest like a shadow. Though, despite the Buckfur's namesake, the massive fluffy tabby tom had the unfortunate luck of making noise with every single movement.

Made him a fairly poor hunter.

Blackstag was nearly invisible within the darkness of night, his coat aiding to his natural camouflage. The only thing noticeable about the silver tongued tom was his vibrant green pools that were practically impossible to read. Pausing he turned to view his company, the four cats who had followed him for most of their lives.

His little gang within Nightclan.

Of course, Blackstag had always been the leader. He was a natural at it, not to mention his manipulative tongue and cunning personality made it easy for him to make others listen or follow. It didn't help that he was a massive warrior with rippling muscles and a hidden temperament when things didn't happen to go his way. His brother, Buckfur, the always silent but ever present warrior that had always been by Blackstag's side. They were born together, apprenticed beside each other and earned their warrior title at the same time. It was only natural that the tabby tom was his second in command, the brawn to his brain. Frostjaw, the ever loyal though quiet follower. The white tomcat had joined up with Blackstag during their apprentice moons, though would murmur about being special to Starclan.

That thought practically made Blackstag snort in amusement. Though an unpopular opinion among the clans, the massive tomcat didn't believe in their warrior ancestors among the stars. Useless stories to get kits into behaving for their mothers. The dead didn't help win wars or aid the clan, living warriors with claws and fangs did that.

And finally, Blackstag's sharp green gaze landing on the smallest of the four tomcats. A wormy, brown little tom by the name of Spiderbite, and he was just as shifty as his namesake, narrow eyes always darting back and forth as if he expected something to leap out of the shadows and devour them whole. But, he was just as loyal, just a member as long as Frostjaw and so, Blackstag kept him around. He would have his uses eventually.

"Can you believe Rainfur." His normally silky purr was replaced with a cold growl, the noise low within his throat as the massive tom let his gaze burn like a green fire. Sharp, long claws were fully unsheathed and digging into the soft ground beneath his massive paws. "Not letting us patrol along Treeclan's border... I'd love to rip the pelt off of one of those mangy squirrel-brains." For a moment a near sadistic light flickered into Blackstag's gaze before it shifted back into an unreadable mood.

A snort sounded near him as Buckfur moved to pass his rather pissed brother, fluffy tail flickering behind him. "Something amusing?" Blackstag turned to face him, their noses inches apart as green met green. He knew his brother hadn't been banned from such a thing as he had. His aggression didn't phase Buckfur, the massive tabby used to his brother's masked outbreaks of anger.

"I'm sure Darkstar would love to send you to the border, but Rainfur is correct to avoid a full on war." Buckfur stated with almost a sigh, causing Blackstag to narrow his gaze. Ever since the tabby warrior had been spending time with that loner born calico, Nettleheart, he seemed softer somehow. Though the massive black-brown feline was well aware that if it came down to it, Buckfur would have no problem tearing into some cats.

The growl was still low within Blackstag's throat, and his chest was still puffed out for a moment before he turned his gaze to the two younger members of his gang. Pausing upon Spiderbite's smaller form for just a moment, he moved over to lock gazed with Frostjaw's fierce blue gaze. "And what do you think, Frostjaw?" His tone was terse, barely on the edge of snapping as he stared coldly at the massive white tomcat.

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I see what's mine and take it

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Massive paws sloshed through the ground that failed to absorb all of the day's rainfall. Intense blue eyes followed a large black figure, Blackstag, as he walked in front of the posse of warriors. Frostjaw was no master of stealth. His stark-white fur on top of his heavy footfall made for a poor hunter. However, that had never been his forte. Frostjaw's true mastery was in combat. The large warrior was practically a juggernaut, able to take a seemingly infinite amount of hits while still inflicting heavy damage on his opponents.

Frostjaw usually followed Blackstag without a word, always believing that the black-furred warrior's views aligned well with what Starclan had called on the white-furred warrior to do. In every way that Blackstag was fire, Frostjaw was ice, always there to balance out his leader's hot temper with cool and reasoned words that dripped with Starclan's wisdom.

The massive warrior turned his head slowly to Blackstag as he begun to complain about Rainfur's new rules about who could patrol the Nightclan border. He blinked slowly, considering Blackstag's venomous words. His head turned sharply at Buckfur's lazy retaliation to his brother, surprised that Buckfur had the guts to say something so sarcastic towards Blackstag, who was not known for being calm. Oh the joys of being weakened by familial bonds. Any other cat would have been subjected to being attacked by Blackstag if they had said that. Buckfur just got free passes for being his brother, something that Frostjaw would never understand. All lives were equal under Starclan. No one was better or worse in the massive white tom's eyes.

And just like that, Frostjaw had been brought into the discussion. The large warrior looked up at the canopy, looking on as bats and nocturnal creatures sprung to life high above the group of cats. "Treeclan is inherently weaker than us." The bats screeched, bumping into one another and the trees, which stood strong. "However, the longer they have to prepare, the stronger they become. But we too must act as a unified force if we are to succeed." Two bats crashed into each other, causing one just low enough for Frostjaw to leap up with powerful hind legs and snag the bat out of mid-air, killing it instantly with his powerful bite. Spitting the bat back onto the ground, he looked at Blackstag. "We need more than our little group if we are to do any real damage to Treeclan. If only the four of us went to fight them, then Starclan help us all, for we would fall."

 

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A red-brown figure flickered through the sparse undergrowth of NightClan's territory, scarcely seen in the dim light and only noticeable in the occasional splash of a paw stepping in a rogue pool of water. Had she been out actively hunting, such minuscule mistakes would not have been made. The truth was right now she didn't care. Yellow eyes glinted in what light did filter through, jaws clenched tightly over the carcass of a bat, a frog, and a mouse. Her destination was set, the warrioress' senses trained on returning to NightClan's premises where she could deposit her prey and finally be free.

Hunting was expected of her. Provide for the Clan. Prove her worth. Prove. I have nothing to prove to anyone. She snarled inwardly, lips twitching over the three carcasses. Prove. I am every bit Darkstar's equal. I am better! Damn Rainfur. Damn her to the Dark Forest. I could take her. I could take them all. Make them bow to me. I. Am. Worthy. Her chest heaved as rage burned through her veins, pupils contracting to no thicker than a strand of her fur. Her jaws tightened, as if she could squeeze the life from something that was already dead.

Her pace quickened, claws flexing into the wet ground as she fought to control the fury boiling in her blood. Her day had been monopolized by trivial tasks. Border patrols. Hunting. Surveilling apprentices as they cleared out bedding. She was prepared to claw her own eyes out, and take down half the Clan with her. Cobrastrike's soul blazed with a need to tear something apart. To be physically challenged. Mentally challenged. Anything but this ludicrous mundane foxdung she'd been forced through. If she could just rid herself of this damn prey, she could go to the Pineneedle Clearing. Practice her skills.

Become better.

She longed to rip her dark claws through the ground, imagining a writhing sod succumbing to her might. I will make them all kneel. Came that barely audible hiss, almost lost among the other voices. Other voices? Piercing eyes snapped up and locked onto four shapes muttering to one another just outside of NightClan's entrance. What they were discussing, she couldn't be bothered to discern. No, she was far too focused on just who they were. Oh for the love of- Lips contorted from around the prey she carried in her jaws, picking out the forms of Blackstag, Buckfur, Frostjaw, and Spiderbite.

Although Buckfur she didn't know particularly well, the other three she'd been forced to endure dawn patrol with last season. Forced to listen to that silver-tongued black tom's attempted charms. If she moved quick enough, perhaps they wouldn't notice her. Maybe she'd be left in peace. Otherwise, she would not be held responsible for the state in which they were returned to NightClan.

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[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

Blackstag

25 Moons || Nightclan Warrior

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The massive tomcat listen to his white pelted companion only halfheartedly. He was in a foul mood, temper rising past that normally silver tongued facade he put on for all the cats of Nightclan. Anger burned white hot under the darkness of his pelt, claws still present and tearing at the moist ground below his large paws. He had never been one to take orders or demands well, and being told he wasn't allowed to do something made it all the worse.

Especially by that damn Rainfur.

She was a weak, foolish she-cat that only served to keep Darkstar's temper in check. Or really, to keep any of the aggressive warriors of the shadows in check. War was inevitable at this point, it was stupid to try and bounce around the edges like a bunch of nervous squirrels. Nightclan and Treeclan were always an edge, since the beginning of the clans and it would continue until they were wiped from the valley.

Vicious green pools moved from Frostjaw's large form, passing over both Spiderbite and Buckfur as he stared off towards the border hidden in darkness and behind trees. That pathetic clan of mousebrains that lived across the invisble line were weaker than them, but even he wasn't stupid enough to belived that four- three large and battle ready warriors could bring them to their bellies.

But how he would love to make them beg as his claws ripped their lives away from them in a merciless fashion. Even the idea brought a dangerous gleam into his brilliant green flames. Destruction and ruin is what laid in wait, it was the future of the clan among the woods and it would be the clan of the pines who brought it to them. Like a shadow they would shroud Treeclan in eternal darkness and damnation.

"Frostjaw is right, and not even you are that strong Blackstag." It was the raspy tone of Spiderbite that broke through the black tom's dark thoughts, and it caused Buckfur's own green gaze to widen at the statement. Even the small brown-black tom knew he had messed up, jaw quickly shutting as the words tumbled from it. With a fur raising growl, the smallest of the four was suddenly pinned against the wet ground of the forest.

"You don't think i'm strong enough?" Blackstag's voice was a cold, sharp snarp as the tip of his muzzle was only centimeters away from Spiderbite's face. Lips drawn back to reveal sharp, white fangs and his breath practically choking his clanmate's nose. Fear was wide within the pale iris of Spiderbite, his body not even moving to tremble as he froze, tail curled tightly against his belly. Blackstag held him down with one massive paw on his neck, claws pricking at the soft skin of his throat while those green pools blazed with a wild, dangerous light.

Buckfur remained quiet, should he intervene there was the high possibility of Blackstag rounding on him. They may have been brothers, but something didn't connect correctly within the aggressive tom's head and he would snap on his littermate just as quickly as he had his loyal follower. The massive tabby glanced ever so slightly at Frostjaw, both of them knew better than to challenge or question the power of their boss while he 'taught' their companion a hard learned lesson..

"N-no Bl-blackst-"

"Silence!" Blackstag cut of the pathetic whimpering of Spiderbite, who flinched under the barking command. The sentence dying away within the small, measly tom's throat as he stared up at the massive tomcat atop of him. "Look at you, what a pathetic warrior. I bet you are scared of this war, scared of dying. Why don't you go follow Rainfur around, the two of you can preach peace all night long." The massive black-brown warrior was far too interested in terrorizing his own gang-member to realize that another cat was slinking around the edges, green gaze blazing like a wild, destructive fire.

"Is that what you want Spiderbite? The comfort of the nursery, the safety of peace?" He was taunting the smaller tomcat, Blackstag's aggression so clear upon his twisted face as he stared down at the frozen warrior under his paw, claws still pressing threatening upon his neck.

"N-no..." Spiderbite whimpered ever so softly, only for Blackstag's ears though Buckfur was well aware of the answer even if he couldn't hear it. Despite his cowardice in the face of a monster like the massive black cat, Spiderbite was a scrappy, sneaky fighter that normally wouldn't back down from a challenge. Unless that challenge was named Blackstag. However, the tabby brother of the gang leader caught sight of movement around the edges and flicked his plume tail.

"We have company." He said in a much calmer tone than his brother, drawing attention away from the tense situation Spiderbite had manged to find himself in.

Lashing his tail once more, he lifted his head away from the smaller black-brown tom, Blackstag finally let Spiderbite up, who slipped over near Buckfur's flank though somehow managed to keep from trembling. He knew that scent, though the last time he had been around the fierce she-cat he had been a much more composed, silver tongued devil. Now was not the time for such pleasentries.

Blackstag was pissed and such an emotion was a dangerous one on the face of the black demon. It didn't stop the smirk that curled upon his maw as his own green gaze peirced through the darkness to find Cobrastrike's smaller form attempting to make it home without running into the little gang of Nightclan toms. "Why, if it isn't my lovely little serpent." Buckfur didn't know how smart it was to try Darkstar's equally as dangerous sister, but he kept his jaw tightly shut. No need to end up where Spiderbite had just been, sprawling on the wet ground under his brother's rage.

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I see what's mine and take it

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Frostjaw

nightclan warrior 26 moons

Frostjaw looked on at Blackstag as he terrorized Spiderbite, a slight disdain in his eyes. He hated to see the cat he had come to respect as a leader of sorts to fall apart at the slightest jab at his strength. It was very reminiscent of the old Blackstag, back when he was Blackpaw, who lost his temper on a seemingly daily basis. It was during that time that he proved his physical strength and abilities in combat to the gang. But now, it was getting old. 

"How effective of a leader are you if you have to bully the smallest one here into submission?" Spiderbite was a formidable warrior, but he was nothing compared to the three large cats that he was accompanying -- some of the best fighters in the clan. His frosty gaze next turned to Spiderbite, hit tone becoming more hushed. "And who are you to so willingly throw yourself into the claws of others with your lack of thought behind your words?" It was true that Blackstag had overreacted, but Spiderbite should have known better since he had supposedly learned the hard way a multitude of times to not openly challenge their leader.

At Buckfur's mention of company, Frostjaw turned his gaze outward, seeing a pair of yellow eyes watching the gang in the darkness. Cobrastrike. Another incredible fighter in the clan that Frostjaw had a lot of respect for. And Blackstag had some odd feelings for. Frostjaw turned his massive head sideways at Blackstag's pet name for the fearsome she-cat. That was going to bite the large dark tom in the tail.

"Careful," he warned. "Starclan holds no special place for those who seek conflict where there is none."

only in darkness can you see the stars

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I'm a legend I'm a lethal overdose
I'm a subject of a nightmare I'm a ghost

cobrastrike

nightclan she-cat 36 moons

Great. Absolutely fantastic. The StarClan forsaken brother, Buckfur, just had to spot her and point her out. If it hadn’t been for that tom, she’d have slipped right by. Blackstag was perfectly preoccupied beating the living mousedung out of the skinny warrior. But no, Buckfur just had to open his ungrateful mouth and draw attention to her. Oh, if she could just get her claws into him, teach him a lesson or two about minding your own busin-

Any thought she had was ripped out of existence by the drawling voice of the big black fool. Oh, she could hate just about anything that he said, don’t get her wrong. But when he chose to say those specific words again, it ignited a fire that already yearned to burn in the pit of her stomach. She didn’t even notice the edge in his voice, the distinct lack of charm and sugar coating. Her senses were locked on that damned name and just what she wanted to do to him for daring to speak it again.

Frail wing bones snapped as her jaws tightened over the prey in her mouth, teeth tearing into thin skin. Lips tore away from her teeth to bare her fangs as she spat all three pieces onto the sodden ground, uncaring about their condition now that the predator in her had been set upon a new take down. Her throat vibrated with a snarl as her nose scrunched up in an unfiltered growl. And when she spoke, tail snapping from side to side with the precision of her namesake, the venom boiling in her blood dripped audibly from every stilted word.

“I warned you. You are an insect beneath my claws. I am not your little serpent. You are inferior. Lesser. A subordinate. And these? Your little band of brothers? Subservient lackeys who look up to you for little more than an act. You’re all brawn, Blackstag. No brains. And I’ll rip that foxdung-laden tongue from your jaws as you weep for your mother if you dare call me that again.”

There's only one spot on this throne
but I'll find my way up cause it's all I know.

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[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

Blackstag

25 Moons || Nightclan Warrior

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Green pools flickered with a cold, sadistic light as the massive black tom cat stared down and studied the rival she-cat across from him. It was near quiet, aside from the lingering rain dripping precariously from the soaked leaves in the trees. A cruel smirk curled across the dark maw of the devilish warrior, tail swiping back and forth meticulously. It was curious what was happening with the brute's mind as he shifted upon his paws, debating on how to approach the hostile situation.

Which, of course he enjoyed such things.

He was in an interesting situation to say the least. One on paw, he enjoyed the cruel, sharp remarks made back and forth, the heartlessness of the conversation and the cruelty of the venomous words. But, despite that side of him there was also the controlling factor he bore and it was not pleased with the fact that this feisty she-cat was attempting to belittle his power in front of cats he had fear over for their entire lives within Nightclan. Some even feared just the mention of his name, as Spiderbite clung quick to Buckfur's side as though he were safe from the vicious claws of the black monster.

Stepping forwards, each move presise and powerful as muscles rippled under Blackstag's dense, dark pelt. Despite his large stature he was near quiet with his movements, a silent homage to his namesake as those cruel emerald pools blazed with unreadable maliciousness. Fangs peaked from beneath a curled lip as that smirk grew ever so lightly, head tilting as the tom moved to respond to such accusations from Cobrastrike, from the deadly warrioress that lurked in the shadows and kept to herself, like the snake she was named.

A cold, heartless chuckle rumbled in his chest as Blackstag parted his jaw go finally retort, voice deep. "I'm sure my dead mother would appreciatefor me to mewl for her." It was a detached, cruel response that gave no remorse for what he said. Blackstag truely was a heartless feline, no connections to any cat within Nightclan, let alone his own kin. His own flesh and blood. His mother had died giving birth, her body to small to hold he and Buckfur, nature had taken what couldn't survive.  Was he suppose to feel anything for her?

He merely kept appearances and face for the sake of blending in, for that manipulative effect. Most cats were away of his volatile temper, but that silver tongue of his kept away any suspicion of the truely dark monster he was. Should his long coated brother fall to the ground in a dead heap, Blackstag would merely walk over his form and on with his life, no weight on his shoulders for the loss of one not strong enough to survive the life of a Warrior. To survive the life of a Nightclanner. Spiderbite and Frostjaw were no different, pawns in his game of survival to life.

"But, here is where you are wrong, my venomous snake." Another nickname, a way to rile her up even more, to get under her skin as she was attempting to do with him. His brain fought between the cruel, sadistic demon and the manipulative, silver tongued devil as he stared down Cobrastrike with any fear. His vision swarm with delight and an unhinged danger that was waiting to be released. Spiderbite had already come close to seeing such devastating occurances thanks to his impudence and idiotic nature.

 "I am not the inferior one." It was a simple statement as he observed and calculated his words to hit just right. He wanted to cause a problem, he was aching for some sort of brawl and if Cobrastrike wanted to play... Then so be it. "I do have brawn, but I also have brains. It's cute that you should think you are suprior when, last I checked, you were no more of a warrior than I." Blackstag knew just enough about the feirce she-cat to poke and prod at possible sensitivities. One was the obvious name calling he did, those pet names that belittled she-cats.

"Last I check, you were Cobrastrike, not Cobrastar. That position went to the better sister it seems." It was a nonchalant comment given in a cruel, gruff time as it rumbled from his chest and fell from his maw where that smirk still lay.

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I see what's mine and take it

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