Post by Shadingsun on Oct 8, 2011 11:44:37 GMT -8
(Please note: all of the lines of this story all are happening at the same time. Be warned: this series is bloody!)
Rosethorn sat among the shore, staring out into the lake with a certain type of yearning greed in her eyes. This was her first time out into the living world for awhile; after the oriandan cats had been released and had made themselves known to starclan, this had shaken some old spirits out of sleep, and out of fear, they had sent Rosethorn out of the place of no stars, into the real world where she had settled, tormenting and persuading the gentle hearts who were no more. The night was a cool, brisk one. Melting frost lighted the leaves around her, and with Rosethorns slitted reptile like eyes, she could see the water collide and clasp with eachother as the atoms tried to find a place to settle themselves. Rosethorns form was diffrent than she had expected; because she had been sent into the real world by other spirits, her other two forms had shattered, leaving her vulnerable to any attack as they left her in her pure form. She was much bigger than a cat, and when standing, was as tall as a small car. Her long red claws often snagged into uncertain earthly things, like bracken and tough sticks of grass, as did all four of her canine fangs, which stook out of her mouth in a savage way. She had large ears that were sharp at the top, and her tail was shaped like a spear that had spikes running along its hilt. Her wings were enormous, and she found it hard to move around whenever she walked with them folded behind her back. She had large horns around her head, which curved along her ears like a rams did. All in all, she was a savage sight; one that could rip a muscle of an enemy with the flick of her tail, one that could chomp down a tree in an instant, and one that could take on the whole of a clan and even eat them for dinner, if she wanted to. Rosethorn slightly detested this. Looking out into the land, she sighed and looked up, puzzling herself when she glanced at the sky above her. Only one star shone that night, but Rosethorn felt that it was not for her, but for somebody else. Here it comes, here it comes, tonight, today, they come, they come! the star seemed to chant, as if it were calling out to all who would listen. But was it? Rosethorn could not answer this question, for her ears pricked when a twig snapped behind her. Whipping around, she came face to face with Rosepaw, who seemed oddly calm and unfazed from the demanic form of Rosethorn. If Rosethorn had not been with Rosepaw for awhile now, she wouldnt have seen that the cat had changed. But she had. And she did. Rosepaws green eyes were blank, dull, and glassy. Her pelt was ruffled, an unusal sight for a she-cat, and her ears where flattened to her head. Beyond the sadness in her eyes clung the cobwebs of sadness and hurt, and beyond that, Rosethorn did not know. Rosethorn grumbled, and for the first time felt sympathy for Rosepaw. Even the apprentice knew that she wasnt herself. "What has happened? You are not yourself, or today, and the sorrowness that clings to you diminishes my feeling of liberty." said Rosethorn. Rosepaw replyed with a dull voice: "Hurt is love, and so is pain. But be gracious." Rosepaws eyes narrowed, but Rosethorn felt as though she was not looking at her. "And you are not." she murmered, a sound that only feel as light as a feather as Rosethorn leaned forward to strain to her it. "Yes, yes. We`ve been through this before. Now what do you want?" asked Rosethorn, quickly getting impatient. Something in Rosepaws eyes transfixed as her pupils moved slightly, and Rosethorn could now tell she was looking at her. "You." she said, and leaping, she landed onto Rosethorn, bravely biting through her neck and scrabbling her hindlegs deeply into Rosethorns stomach. Rosethorn howled, a sound that echoed throughout the lake, and was knocked over, surprised as her head surfaced beneath the water. With immense strength, Rosepaw held Rosethorn down, until Rosethorn felt her lungs and eyes burn. She wriggeld desperatly underneath Rosepaws grasp, managing to throw a few weak blows at the she-cat before running out of breath and gasping underwater. Water quickly rushed through Rosethorns mouth and nose, filling her veins and lungs with the fluid, and going limp, darkness encircled the demons vision. Rosethorn barely felt Rosepaw gingerly let go of her, and Rosethorn closed her eyes. I wish i could have done better, she thought, before blackness slammed down onto her vision while the fire inside of her diminished, and she could breath no more.