[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

I am the game you don't want to play 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

[Fae Magic]

Mousepaw knew she had to learn. She had to learn to stand up for herself, had to learn to grow a backbone. She had to be more then she was. If she was to make anyone proud. But what about her own happiness? Would she be able to live the life she was supposed to without breaking the rules and still stay true to herself? She was no killer. She had no back bone and she honestly didn't have any sort of mental strength to make friends let alone be around people. They expect too much out of her. Her parents did. She had been told so many times that she was no good at anything and that she would never mount up to anything until she grew a backbone and became a true NightClanner. What did that even mean? Be a true NightClanner? Be like her parents? Cold and uncaring only striving to produce great warriors and expecting to be used and use others for the gain of the clan no matter who got hurt in the process? Yeah right. Mousepaw was not like that. There were two cats within these clans that she knew of. Cats like her parents who cared about no one but themselves and didn't care what they said or who they hurt and then there were ones like herself...eager to have a different life and not be the center of such a terrible pedal stool to live up to! She desperately wanted to believe that she was meant for more then just breeding stronger kits for the clan. She wanted to make friends, she wanted to be worth something to someone, she wanted so much that she knew she may never gain it in her life. Not until she had the courage to step up no matter who ridiculed her for her words or her actions. She wanted to be free...and she seriously wanted out of this freaking camp! 

The tiny white and grey molly was nothing like the clanners she was used to that usually were darker colors to blend into the night. Her fur was white and dark grey patchy patterned and she stood out like a sore thumb in the darkness of night. While everyone slept during the daytime and others active during the night time Mousepaw knew it wouldn't be too hard of a chance to sneak out of camp without anyone noticing her absence. That was the good thing about being insignificant in the clan. It could be either two ways. Noticed solely for the purpose to make her life a living nightmare. Or to ignore her completely because her presence was unimportant because she was so not what a NightClanner would be. She honestly wished she had been born into another clan. Maybe she was for all she knew? Maybe her parents were really just fosters who took her in. Heh, like that would be likely. Shaking her head the tiny apprentice was out of camp under the cover of night and couldn't help the breath of relief escape her when she was far enough away from that dreadful campsite. Granted, it was short lived as she traveled through the darkness. The night around her as usual was streaming with life of the night time. Crickets and frogs. Wind blowing leaves making a almost spooky quality to the atmosphere around her. The air smelt damp from the recent rains they had so badly needed. But, the soft earth beneath her paws gave her comfort. She didn't like muddy paws but it still gave her comfort and ground her senses together. She was free for right now at least. No mentor to boss her around and no spit flying her way with harsh words. The only friends she had dared make was Breezepaw, an apprentice who should have long ago been made warrior. But she was a kind heart just like Mousepaw and the younger molly was glad she had at least one cat she could talk to. 

Suddenly a voice broke the silence and she couldn't help the small screech that left her jaws. Good gracious she didn't even realize she had stumbled upon another cat in the darkness. He was so well covered due to his pelt and her mind elsewhere she had not sensed him at all until he spoke. That just shows you how bad she was at paying attention to lessons or using her brain. Her pale amber eyes gazed through the darkness and they widened as they finally caught sight; well some sight of what or who was in front of her. Oh just her luck she had to be in the presence of none other then BlackStag. There was a reason people respected and feared him. He was reputable not only in battle but his size and temper as well. And she was just the little mouse he wouldn't have a problem with snatching up in a heartbeat if he wanted too. She hadn't even realized how huge he really was even with her tiny frame crouched on the ground, ears flat on her head, and eyes big and wild staring up at him in absolute terror. Mousepaw was starting to think staying in camp would have been a better idea after all. 

"S-Sorry B-BlackStag I wasn't t-trying to disturb you sir!" she gulped weakly having to force the words out of her suddenly scratchy and sore throat. Was her heart about to burst out of her chest or was she going to have a heart attack and die right here? She figured a heart attack would be much better then what he had planned; she could just sense the dark mood he had over his head. She couldn't have picked a worst time to run into him.

Ghost the Undead Goddess

[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

I am the game you don't want to play me
I am the pain and I know you can't take me

Though one could hardly tell by the meek, mousy disposition of the creature as she crawled from whatever undergrowth she'd been hiding. The little grey and white youngster was practically a bug in comparison to the mighty black titan as his intense green pools stared her down.

It seemed that the clan of the night was slowly filling with the blood of weak individuals, a disgusting plague worming it's way through the once powerful and feared ranks of Nightclan's camp. Soon they'd be compared to the likes of those filthy Treeclanners and their squirrel-brained, mouse-hearted warriors.

A black tail flickered ever so methodically behind the monstrous black tomcat, silently assessing the situation laid out before his massive paws. How easy it would be to rid his home of this little mishap of kitten, but there would hardly be a spark of thrill for the whole ordeal. She'd hardly put up a fight similar of that to her namesake.

"It's awful dangerous for such a... young cat to be out on their own." Despite the low undertone of a sublime threat, the silver-tongued devil weaved his wording with the appropriate ;tone of silky smooth manipulation.

It wasn't like he was actually worried for the safety of this little, Mousepaw. That was up to her aging mentor and some other soft minded warrior that gave a damn from within the clan. In all honesty Blackstag didn't give a single thought towards the more weaker members of the clan, such as kits or elders, and in his opinion any apprentice that had yet to prove their actual worth to being called a Nightclanner.

It stirred the need to pass down his own superior genes, had he lived though the Dimstar era he would have easily been a candidate for proposed breeding. Of course, only an acceptable and proving she-cat would be able to bear his offspring should it come down to that point.

Blackstag had to force back the need to growl as a certain reddish she-cat rose to the front of his mind. It irritated him to no end how much she managed to slither into his head like her rather sly namesake.

"There are owls and adders that sneak around in the shadows... Always looking for a nice snack the size of an apprentice." A feint of innocence despite the sleekly disguised devil dressed in a black coat, those unreadable pools of green continuing to stare down at the shivering ball of dilute fluff.

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37 Moons | NightClan | BlooRey DVD (Cobrastrike) Fae Magic | 442 words

[Fae Magic]

Her eyes did not lift from where her head hung low to the ground where she crouched and her eyes fixated on the large paws so close to her. She imagined those paws and the claws they hid beneath coming out to swipe at her and strike her down like prey. The dark thought made her shudder and her eyes closed tightly for a good minute trying to steady her breathing. It was no surprise to her and naturally not to the tom himself that he terrified a lot of cats within the clans; apprentices and warriors alike. Mousepaw was one who was terrified the most because of her meek personality and because her resembled her parents. The cruelty that they did not hide when they spoke or treated her was the only difference that Blackstag had from them; he hid his intentions well even behind a smooth voice and silver tongue. That's what made him so terrifying to the little apprentice. Not that he was so much bigger then herself; as she knew everyone else was bigger then her even most of the apprentices her age. It wasn't the fact that he didn't smile or speak much; it was the look in his eyes that she glimpsed whenever she dared to look into his face. 

His voice suddenly broke the silence making her jump in surprise and her eyes flashed up from his large paws to his face and she stared up at him making eye contact for the first time in forever. She didn't often look at others in the face or meet their gazes as she didn't feel as if it was needed or her place to but just the sound of his voice made her look up at him and her brain finally processed the words the came from his mouth. She was small and weak...which meant she was very much an easy target for anyone or anything to snag her. She had no real training and she only went off on a frightened rodent like instincts. If she were faced with a live or die situation; her response would have been to flee and she would have died fleeing because she knew that whatever she faced would have easily snagged her and ended her miserable little life. 

"I-I don't think an adder would be able to eat me whole...they could take me down but they would die trying to eat me whole." was the first thing that shot out of her mouth without her even thinking about it. "Adders are small snakes and are very poisonous but they do not have the bodily function to be able to swallow a cat whole even if it was my size. If by mere chance they managed to do that they would die soon after because their bodies were not built to take it that large and it would take longer to digest me." 

She blinked and looked away awkwardly. Yeah, she totally just spewed facts at this spooky mean looking warrior. That was her most genius response she could come up with. Not along the lines of being scared but more of her scared reflex was to spew crap like that out. Hey but at least she was smart right? At least she knew something...that was better then being brainless even if it was meaningless facts. 

"A-and on top of that; if I'm not supposed to be out here all alone why are you out here? I know I'm small and I probably shouldn't be out alone at night without guidance but I can't be useless forever...Starlingcry would be disappointed if her training went down the drain because her apprentice was too scared to do anything with her lessons and her life." she dared to speak and peeked up at him trying to gain some courage. Breezepaw did tell her that her thoughts were valued and that she shouldn't be scared of letting them out and questioning others instead of herself with questions she did not have the answers too.

She did not know where she got the courage to even speak to the warrior in front of her but she knew as long as she kept repeating the words Breezepaw told her to encourage her to keep going and as long as she didn't look at Blackstag in the face she thought she'd be able to continue. Why she chose tonight of all nights to actually practice standing up for herself she wasn't quiet sure but something inside of her urged her to keep going; if she could prove to herself by even speaking and holding some sort of conversation with the dark warrior of NightClan maybe that would help her along the way as a stepping stone for getting herself a back bone. Go big or go home she mused. 

Ghost the Undead Goddess

[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

I am the game you don't want to play me
I am the pain and I know you can't take me

Sniveling whelp!

Cruel, green pools stared down the tiny gray and white she-cat mumbling uselessly at his massive paws. The black tomcat was not interested in anything this youngster had to say, let alone the facts she was spewing about the scaled bodied serpents that slunk through the thick undergrowth of Nightclan's territory.It seemed to be the night that the weakling decided to grow a backbone, to talk back to a warrior. Her luck was not very fortunate, especially with the tom-cat with whom she decided to spout of non-fictional aspects something he could honestly care less about. An adder was an adder, either you ate it or it killed you, that was truly all a feline needed to know about such things.

The life of a warrior was cat eat cat and only the strong were meant to survive.

A thick tail lashed as the shadows continued to lick at the looming devil in black fur. Irritation was beginning to rise beneath his inky pelt, though those cold pools of his remained flickering with a malicious flame of emerald. A low rumbling of a growl formed deeply within this wide chest of Blackstag from where he stood, a clear disdain for Mousepaw within his entire stance.

"Watch who you speak to apprentice." He snarled that word with pure disrespect for the position as well as the molly standing before him. "I am a warrior and I have earned the right to walk where I wish." He had no idea how old this young she-cat even was, Blackstag didn't even pay attention to the weaker or younger members of Nightclan.

He had no time for meek weaklings that dragged down the powerful name of Nightclan.

"If your old mentor was to be disappointed by anything, it would be that her mouse-for-brains apprentice left camp without a capable warrior to guide them." The faint moonlight gave enough of a silver hue to illuminate the outline of the massive tomcat's sharp fangs as he lifted his lip in the beginning of a snarl. His claws flexed from those massive paw, the need to use them arising with irritation.

"She's not alone." A familiar rasp broke through the haze that was slowly swirling the dark mind of the silver tongued demon, causing him to break his concentration on Mousepaw to see the small, slender form of Graywolf slip out from the bracken nearby. It only took but a couple of light-stepped paw movements to place her slender form between the dark warrior and the small apprentice.

"Graywolf." His tone had slipped back into that of one trying to manipulate his fellow warrior, but the wild spirited molly was having none of it as she swept her plume tail behind her.

"Blackstag." Her tone, which was normally carefree and light, was slightly terse as she stared down the massive warrior with unreadable, mischievous green pools. After a moment a smirk rose to the dilute maw of Graywolf as her tone returned to that carefree feeling. "I'd be careful about calling Starlingcry old, she's claw your ears quicker than you could blink."

There was a slight inhale of breath as Blackstag attempted to hold his temper, knowing that the feisty she-cat all but feared his wrath. She had her own temper, hiding below that silky long fur in colors of soft gray.

Giving another lash of that thick black tail, Blackstag turned to move as he was finally finished of having Mousepaw within his sights. "Keep an eye on your little apprentice, wouldn't want her getting into trouble..." It was a lingering threat dressed in a silver package as he rumbled deep within his chest before turning to pad off.

"Like you care." Graywolf muttered under her breath as the shadows seemed to suck the massive tomcat into pure darkness beneath the protection of the pine trees. It took a flicker of a gray plume tail before it curled over her back in a relaxed style, turning to Mousepaw with a carefree look."You sure picked the wrong cat to talk back too." Her whiskers wriggled in amusement as her tone was light and happy.  

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37 Moons | NightClan | Fae Magic | 718 words

[Fae Magic]

His words burned her as if she had been bitten by the very creature they spoke of. That kind of hurt. No longer was the silky tone of the large black tom that he portrayed himself to be. He seemed to loose all sorts of pretence with her and showed his true colors. Oh yes she could see the darkness within him and hear it in his voice. If his claws flexing gave any indication to just what he had in mind. So maybe speaking up was not the best idea after all; well at least a bad person to try to speak up to. His harsh words and tone made her shrink even more but a fire burned within her at his words. Who did he think he was acting all high and mighty? At one point he was a lowly apprentice too wasn't he? And so what if she was different? Different didn't always mean bad. But arguing with Blackstag over morals would be like trying to kill a snake with a dandelion. Pointless and could get you killed instantly. A part of her wanted to argue back with him but she honestly feared for her life at this point. 

When he spoke against her mentor her eyes widened in shock and her body tensed at the ready; a part of her wanting to lash out right back at him for insulting her mentor. Starlingcry was not to blame and there was nothing wrong with her mentor. Blackstag did not have the right to insult her. There was a difference between him saying something bad about Starlingcry and implying that the older warrior didn't know how to train Mousepaw properly. But before she could risk her life and do something stupid for the mere fact to have tried to break free of her scared shell another voice broke through their conversation before Blackstag could either kill the apprentice or the apprentice provoke him further. Mousepaw's amber eyes snapped up in surprise to fixate on the pretty warrior who came into view behind them. Graywolf didn't have to come for her rescue but Mousepaw silently appreciated the other for stepping in because if she hadn't. Mousepaw knew Blackstag would have killed her or at least tried. Just to get the vermin that was Mousepaw out of the clan at least. She could tell by the look on his face that her very being that lived within this clan was unwelcome and she shouldn't be here. According to his thoughts at least but Mousepaw was starting to think that not everyone was like Blackstag and her parents. 

As the she cat warrior stepped out of the bracken and closer to them Mousepaw relaxed knowing she was in safe paws as Blackstag was faced by the two she-cats. The white and grey molly stepped closer to the other warrior as Graywolf and Blackstag exchanged words. The older she cat did not seem at all intimidated or afraid of the black large male before them and her confidence was what gave Mousepaw the courage to not be as afraid. Even if she did sort of hide behind the other molly. When Graywolf's attention went to Mousepaw the little apprentice gave a sheepish look at her before looking down at her paws and shrugged; ears going flat against her head. 

"I know...It was bad timing. Breezepaw told me I needed to be more outgoing and stand up for myself...I guess I jumped too quickly when it comes to trying that out..definitely on the wrong cat. I didn't mean to cause trouble..." she mumbled. 

"But thank you... for stepping in for me...I honestly didn't think Blackstag would have let me back to camp without something to remind me of our encounter if I walked back to camp at all." she shivered slightly. "Did he spawn from the darkness itself or is he from where the bad cats go when they die?" she asked only half joking because honestly...in her eyes Blackstag clearly was not normal or straight in the head.

Ghost the Undead Goddess