Post by × Vulture × on Aug 20, 2008 21:06:08 GMT -5
A massive tomcat padded into RogueClan's nursery, powerful muscles rippling beneath his sleek white pelt. Jet black paws carried him stealthily across the ground, until --
"Fox dung!" Falcon cursed. His blind eyes looked down at his paws, though more endless depths of blackness was all he could see. He'd tripped over a stick or a stone; who knew what it could've been when you couldn't see as much as your own whiskers? The RogueClan warrior's eyes had been clawed to the point of permanent blindness in a battle with ThunderClan, which had been the idea of the sinister RogueClan leader, Darkness. He was evil, so dark-hearted that he was one of the few cats ever in existence to actually reach their ambitions. RogueClan had taken over all the Clans with the help of huge, muscular mountain cats.
Chaos had finally been unleashed.
Newborn kits were being taken away from their mothers; helpless elders were being murdered merely because they couldn't serve RogueClan like warriors; two leaders had been exiled, and now the same thing was happening to the medicine cats. Nothing was the same as it had been, and Falcon, the only RogueClan cat who supported the Clans and followed their traditions, had accepted that it would be like this -- pure horror that overpowered everything -- forever.
But Darkness had only gotten so close to victory. He joined the Dark Forest one day, forever to be lost in the imprisoning shadows that stretched on from every direction and hid the truth from their cold-blooded victims, who had paid the ultimate price for burning their hearts down to cinders. Night, a cat seemingly even more evil than Darkness, had taken over RogueClan after the leader's death, even though he had promised the rank of leader to Deathblood. Now the sinister tom was keeping the nightmare they all had to live through in pristine condition, never letting one soul free.
Falcon blinked, the darkness his yellow gaze always stared into the same as when his eyes were open. He sighed, his breath quivering in furious sorrow. This wasn't right. This was hell. But no one could stop it.
A single tear of burning anger and pain for others dampened his fur. As it fell to the ground, he let his legs crumple underneath him so that he was laying awkwardly in a soft nest of moss and grass, staring straight ahead into the same nothingness of which was Darkness's fault for starting all this in the first place. Waiting for his mate Blossomblood to join him like she'd said she would, he hoped and prayed to StarClan with all his aching heart that light would someday reign over Darkness...
"Fox dung!" Falcon cursed. His blind eyes looked down at his paws, though more endless depths of blackness was all he could see. He'd tripped over a stick or a stone; who knew what it could've been when you couldn't see as much as your own whiskers? The RogueClan warrior's eyes had been clawed to the point of permanent blindness in a battle with ThunderClan, which had been the idea of the sinister RogueClan leader, Darkness. He was evil, so dark-hearted that he was one of the few cats ever in existence to actually reach their ambitions. RogueClan had taken over all the Clans with the help of huge, muscular mountain cats.
Chaos had finally been unleashed.
Newborn kits were being taken away from their mothers; helpless elders were being murdered merely because they couldn't serve RogueClan like warriors; two leaders had been exiled, and now the same thing was happening to the medicine cats. Nothing was the same as it had been, and Falcon, the only RogueClan cat who supported the Clans and followed their traditions, had accepted that it would be like this -- pure horror that overpowered everything -- forever.
But Darkness had only gotten so close to victory. He joined the Dark Forest one day, forever to be lost in the imprisoning shadows that stretched on from every direction and hid the truth from their cold-blooded victims, who had paid the ultimate price for burning their hearts down to cinders. Night, a cat seemingly even more evil than Darkness, had taken over RogueClan after the leader's death, even though he had promised the rank of leader to Deathblood. Now the sinister tom was keeping the nightmare they all had to live through in pristine condition, never letting one soul free.
Falcon blinked, the darkness his yellow gaze always stared into the same as when his eyes were open. He sighed, his breath quivering in furious sorrow. This wasn't right. This was hell. But no one could stop it.
A single tear of burning anger and pain for others dampened his fur. As it fell to the ground, he let his legs crumple underneath him so that he was laying awkwardly in a soft nest of moss and grass, staring straight ahead into the same nothingness of which was Darkness's fault for starting all this in the first place. Waiting for his mate Blossomblood to join him like she'd said she would, he hoped and prayed to StarClan with all his aching heart that light would someday reign over Darkness...