Minorly Treacherous

[Shadepelt]

The complete and utter darkness covered the ShadowClan camp completely, all things that were darker then a light shade of grey were virtually invisible. A slight breeze fooled with stray leaves, tossing them this way and that across the barren clearing, a slight rustling noise being it's only avail. Younger trees slowly swung back and forth in unison, like pendulums, keeping the beat of the living earth going. The soft 'swish' sound of the leaves was like a drum, pulsing along with the beat, keeping the ear alert. Through the symphony of rhythms came an uneven sound, an imperfection in the pure night sounds. A living mistake, something that wasn't meant to be. Yes, she was used to these titles, she was the stain on the earth, the tainted oil in the flowing water of clan life, it was all very familiar. Emerging from the dank shadows, an oddly coloured she-cat stalked out into the open, her white, ginger and grey complexion of fur making her break up the darkness around her. Olive orbs flashed this way and that, a minorly treacherous mood set into the green depths of her eyes. Mystery had just awoken from a dream, a wonderful, sickly-sweet dream.
Everything was black in the forest, save the far away sight of burning embers, slowly licking their ways up the tall trees, causing a sudden flame to burst from what seemed like nowhere. Black trees were highlighted against the background of red flame, and the silhouettes of helpless cats scattered to and fro, completely confused and terrified. Littering the ground were the dead bodies of many cats, old and young alike, all of their faces screwed to unrecognizable proportions. The screams and wails of horror echoed off what seemed like the walls of Mystery's dream, containing her victims from escaping their torture. A huge rock appeared, Royalrock to be exact, and a single cat stood aloft it, unharmed, happy, and merciless. Mystery. A roar of what should belong to a tiger erupted from her maw, and silenced all other sounds. This she-cat ruled all.
Alas, that was the farthest that the illusion had lasted, when it had torn itself away from the warrior, taunting her by not letting the mock-reality continue. The angry feline had then stormed out of the warrior's den, and out into the clearing, where she had interrupted the steady beat of nature. She didn't care, why should she? Nothing deserved respect from her. Well, save on cat. Feroux had helped her overcome her fear, he had helped her push out the haunting shadows in her mind. Yes, her dreams no longer opposed her, they ran smoothly with her; body and soul. Head raised to look at the black-clouded sky above, heart sinking as no stars shone through the muggy blanket of clouds. Ah, that was another thing her clanmate had helped her with; StarClan no longer existed to this cat. They used to taunt and tease her, now stars were just stars, beautiful, shining stars. Nothing more, nothing less.
Shaking her head away from the peaceful thoughts of the glittering lights above, her mind set back to the currant task of fuming. Dark green eyes flicked toward the great boulder before her, and her gaze locked onto her chosen target of sight. In her dream, she had conquered all from atop this rock, nothing had opposed her. Through the ebony tones of the night, a beacon of marvelous treachery shone through, could it have been a sign? Spirits lifting, Mystery continued to study the great stone, for maybe one day, her wildest dreams just might come true.

[Fernpaw]

((Ooh, ebil kitteh.))

Unknown to the she-cat below, a dark cloud rolled across the sky. It rumbled ominously, but Mystery could not have heard it. This was a spirit cloud, the sign of approaching evil, and no mortal could hear or see it. The dark cloud continued to cover the camp, until it was laden with thick, spiritual darkness. Within moments, the entire ShadowClan camp was plunged into evil.

High above Mystery, in the center of the dark cloud, Rancour sat with narrowed eyes and a crooked smirk that deepened the folds of his sagging, twisted face. His membranous wings draped across his body, enveloping him in gruesome folds of skin. "Aah," he murmured, his deep voice echoing in the clouds, accompanied by a cloud of yellow sulfur. "Mystery . . ." the demon continued to muse, "Such a delightful cat, so unabashed and forthright, so ready to kill, so . . . so EVIL!" His large talons flexed as he said these words, "This cat . . . this worshipper of darkness is marvelously evil. She will need guidance . . ."

His large wings lifted, their folds billowing out behind him like a cape as he captured air. Slowly, silently, like a vulture to the kill, he glided silently downwards, till he reached Mystery.

Rancour stopped, draping his wings over him once more, studying the she-cat before him. Then without another thought, he stepped into her, clutching at her soul with sharp talons, piercing her brain with his fangs. She was his now.

((Shadeh, just so you know, because he's a demon, she can't feel any pain. She'll go along and be normal, till he gets angry or says something or is confronted, and then she'll be crazy and say whatever he says. When the hosts of StarClan confront him---and if they cast him out---she'll end up writhing on the floor in pain because he feels pain. But, before that can happen, someone who believes in StarClan will have to notice what's happening to her, and begin to pray to StarClan to help her. That way the StarClan warriors will have the strength to defeat Rancour.

Sorry, just a little plot thing. What do you think?))

[Shadepelt]

((Yups, so very ebil. And I really like your plot, 'tis awsomeness. As usual. Who do you think would play a good role for the cat who prays for her once she's in pain?))

That stone, the Royalrock, was indeed captivating. Inside it's ancient depths, no doubt there were many secrets, of the good and bad starting at the beginning of the Clans. It could brave the elements, be it earth, water, fire or air; this massive stone could take it. And what was even more amazing still, is that it didn't crack under Mystery's intense, dark green stare, like how many cats seemed to. For quite a long time, the boulder had grabbed her attention, and was holding it fast; letting her stare and stare, not even blinking to wet her eyes. It's grey, or what looked like black in the night, drew her in, until it seemed that it was the only thing that was there, the only thing that mattered in the world.
A frigid wind had started up, but of course the warrior hadn't noticed. It wasn't she even paused to blink until that wind, was quite a gale, whipping up dirt and leaves, and shaking the trees 'till they seemed to bend. Fur whipping this way and that all over her muscled body, she snapped her head toward the sky, taking in the darkness all around her; reveling in the cold that seemed to envelope her in one quick toss of the net. Olive green oculars alive with a burning fire, the female felt unbelivably free. The she-cat felt as if she jumped into the air, the wind would whisk her away from this place, to somewhere where she belonged. Not in this stinking, soft hole some called a camp.
Multi-coloured pelt now seemingly black in the darkness of this unusally bleak night, she padded briskly into the center of the clearing, and let the wind try to tear her apart.
Ah. Freedom.

[Fernpaw]

((I don't know. Let's see, Swiftclaw could meet her. She's my only StarClan believer in ShadowClan.))

Long talons stroked the feline's cranium as a demonic form leaned forward, whispering deceptions in her ear. "You will rule the earth one day, all the cats who despised you will be killed and you will rule all!" Rancour murmured in a seducing voice, his mew sliding through Mystery's ear till it found her heart.

"You don't need anybody, especially those pitiful StarClan believers!" Rancour snarled in disgust, digging his talons deeper into her shoulders as he sat perched atop her, controlling her. The demon filled Mystery with his deceiving thoughts, each worse than the last. Mystery belonged to him, and the hosts of StarClan would weep when they remembered the day they tried to stop Rancour!

Already, the demonic creature could feel his injured paw healing. The darkness of the feline's soul that he now owned was healing him, the demon was becoming stronger, more powerful. The StarClan believers were few and pitiful, and the belief cover that had so protected the warriors of StarClan was fading away. Soon, the world would be Rancour's!

[Shadepelt]

[[Sounds good!]]

As the frigid wind whipped it's cold claws down the she-cat's back, sending chills cascade down her spine, a blurred, but still visible vision crept into the back of her mind. Once again she was in the charred and blackened forest, the shrill and terrified screeches of cats in pain ringing in her ears. As her mind's eye sparkled in rejoice at the sudden occurrence of her dream, a suave, persuading voice flowed into the picture from seemingly nowhere.
"You---rule---one day---kill---rule---" The sound seemed to be blocked out by her mind, but it sounded as if it was on her side, and was speaking of the future. As the smooth mew turned to a snarl of disgust, Mystery probed her mind as hard as she could on hearing this thing clearly.
"You don't need anybody, especially those pitiful StarClan believers!"
The ShadowClan warrior grinned, the odd-coloured cat was beginning to like this voice. It was beginning to give her ideas, plots more like, thoughts that wouldn't have ever entered her mind before. Deliciously sinister ideas.

So it was thus then, the surroundings pitch black and the cold wind blasting the earth, Mystery did indeed come possessed.

[Fernpaw]

Rancour chuckled cruelly, sinking his talons deeper into Mystery's soul. His membranous wings draped over his back, making him look like a vampire gone hideously wrong. His yellow sulfurous breath enveloped the two in a cloud of evil, suffocating all thoughts of love and hope and peace.

"Death to all StarClan believers!" the demon roared, his twisted face ugly in hate ((not that it was pretty before!)).

Rancour twisted his sagging face in a sneer-like smile, Mystery would be his tool, his hidden traitor. Slowly but surely he would use her to work away all love and kindness from this Clan, till it was even more evil than NightClan itself!

((Sorry, meh muse is gone!))

[Shadepelt]

Death to all StarClan believers!
Yeah! This voice had some really good ideas! Without those StarClan-believing filth in ShadowClan, Mystery could rule the clans---maybe the world! Not having any good morals of anything like that, it was easy for the odd-coloured she-cat to create a graphic picture of death and destruction in her mind. Maybe this voice would be able to see her mental vision? Pheh, even if it couldn't, the small fae could, and that's what was important.
In the middle of all her blood-lusty thoughts, a large tom appeared in her mind, one with captivating emerald optics. Feroux! The tom had been the one to dash her beliefs in StarClan, he deserved a head position in her new army she was already planning. She had been considering Chaos, but she had seen the smokey-grey feline socializing with Iceheart, the goody little deputy. At the moment, it was only her and Feroux, she would ask him later.
Oh yes, the femme thought to herself, this is good, just like my fantasy!
It was like a miracle, apparently dreams aren't just for sleeping.