Post by Ghost the Undead Goddess on Apr 4, 2020 12:40:13 GMT -5
I am the game you don't want to play me
I am the pain and I know you can't take me
I am the pain and I know you can't take me
The massive tomcat was silent as he slipped through the renewed undergrowth of the pine forests. His pelt blending in perfectly with the shadows as the rose around him, keeping clear of the shimmering patches of moonlight striking the bare floor below. He moved precisely and swiftly, almost like a tribute to his namesake with each passing moment.
He had no true destination, but restlessness and annoyance moved within the massive shapes of his paws. He left minor prints in his wake, the ground still soft and soggy after the sporadic rain showers the valley had been experiencing with the beginning of Newleaf. Vibrant green hues flashed with a multitude of dark emotions, the slightly unhinged mind of a devilish tomcat.
The scars along his pelt were healed already, a surgance of battle bubbling through his blood due to the events that transpired this past Leafbare. His hooked claws practically begged to sink into rival flesh and feel the warmth of hot blood splattering against his pelt as he ripped into a filthy Treeclanner. HIs dark muzzle shifted as his lips curled, a snarl ready to rumble within his throat.
His scarred face, special courtesy to the devilish she-cat Cobrastrike, contorted to a more vehemith expression as he recalled the final battle that transpired between Treeclan and Nightclan. The massive demon of Nightclan had been locked into a heated fight with two of Treeclan's titan warriors, the thrill of violence surging through his blood.
Speaking of the red hued warrioress, her striking scent was faint as he passed through the dark undergrowth. It caused the devil in black fur to pause, tasting it for a moment before a growl rose in his throat. The delectable taste of the formidable molly had been tainted by the foul odor of her rat of an apprentice that followed her around like a rather annoying gnat.
Blackstag had made his way from the cavernous home of Nightclan alone that night, his little gang of tomcats nowhere to be found. Though, honestly the devilish tomcat wished to be alone at the moment, his ego aside as the more unhinged and unpredictable side of him slipped through the well placed cracks. His temper had been raised to boiling point the last few nights and solitude was more delightful than hearing the annoying breathing of Frostjaw, Buckfur or that fox-hearted Spiderbite.
Honestly, a good tussle with Cobrastrike seemed well in order but she seemed preoccupied with training that little whelp of cat.
Movement caught Blackstag's attention, causing the massive monster to pause with a single ear flicker. HIs long tail stilled behind him as cruel, green flames flickered within his gaze as it searched for the cause of the sound. It was much too large to be a measly piece of prey wandering about, which made it more than likely one of the devilish tom's clanmates.Depsite the irritation under his dense, black coat, Depsite the irritation under his dense, black coat,
"You'll never be able to sneak up on a cat when you make as much noise as a gangly badger." Blackstag held that silky tone of his. A silver-tongued devil as always, though his obvious disapproval of his fellow feline was noted.
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37 Moons | NightClan | BlooRey DVD (Cobrastrike) Fawn (Roachpaw) Taxx (Spiderbite) Ginger (Frostjaw) - All mentions| 555 words