Post by The Everlasting SUNNEH. on May 26, 2006 8:03:32 GMT -5
A black warrior looked up from the ground. HE smirked.
"My assassination is complete. I am free." Just as he had hoped. He died young, fully ready for what was to become. The ebony feline relaxed, as he sprawled out on the grass. Suddenly, he heard a voice from behind him.
"Your not welcome here." The voice rasped. It was a she-cat's voice. The only she-cat whom had figured out his plan. He had to kill her. But then she would go and warn Starclan. If he didn't, then she would make sure he didn't get killed. But he killed for ambition. There was no good answer for either Shadowheart or Moonwhisper. She died young, and painfully. Shadowheart pinned her to the Thunderpath, and at the moment that the monster roared by, he jumped out of harm's way, barely denting his tail. Shadowclan was done. His 3rd kill was soon made well known. The first, was in fact a kit. A helpless kit. He threw the kit off the ravine, down the slope, to show he would do anything for power. He then killed the queen. THe murders were vile and complete, and scared most every cat out of their wits, but few showed it.
"I will roam where I please."
"You will roam where you are accepted."
"I will not listen to your pompous foul mouthing."
"I will not take the time to try to talk you out of staying."
"You shouldn't."
"Why would I?"
"Because your a--" Shadowheart started.
"Who goes there?" A voice inquired. It was cold, and dry. Younger than him, and it seems that the cat had fully grown since thrown off the ravine. Yes. It was Roughpelt of Riverclan, youngest of the trio. And his 5th kill, his own mother of Windclan. The queen.
"Moonwhisper, this traitor is not welcome here!"
"He has come for more power, I suppose!"
"He should not be accepted."
"He is dead."
"Rustlingleaf, this isn't your argument."
"I am a relative, closer than you, Roughpelt."
"This is among kin."
"Which I am."
"Roughpelt, just let her have her share."
"Moonwhisper, I am not going to go to such standards!"
"Am I the lowest on the food chain? Since you have no idea how to handle this, I might as well accept him! He has given us the granting of not having to go through wars! Being together, despite clan differences! His killing may have something to do that wasn't for power. I accept him." Rustlingleaf finished, walking off into the night.
Shadowheart smiled. Just as he planned.
[/sup]"My assassination is complete. I am free." Just as he had hoped. He died young, fully ready for what was to become. The ebony feline relaxed, as he sprawled out on the grass. Suddenly, he heard a voice from behind him.
"Your not welcome here." The voice rasped. It was a she-cat's voice. The only she-cat whom had figured out his plan. He had to kill her. But then she would go and warn Starclan. If he didn't, then she would make sure he didn't get killed. But he killed for ambition. There was no good answer for either Shadowheart or Moonwhisper. She died young, and painfully. Shadowheart pinned her to the Thunderpath, and at the moment that the monster roared by, he jumped out of harm's way, barely denting his tail. Shadowclan was done. His 3rd kill was soon made well known. The first, was in fact a kit. A helpless kit. He threw the kit off the ravine, down the slope, to show he would do anything for power. He then killed the queen. THe murders were vile and complete, and scared most every cat out of their wits, but few showed it.
"I will roam where I please."
"You will roam where you are accepted."
"I will not listen to your pompous foul mouthing."
"I will not take the time to try to talk you out of staying."
"You shouldn't."
"Why would I?"
"Because your a--" Shadowheart started.
"Who goes there?" A voice inquired. It was cold, and dry. Younger than him, and it seems that the cat had fully grown since thrown off the ravine. Yes. It was Roughpelt of Riverclan, youngest of the trio. And his 5th kill, his own mother of Windclan. The queen.
"Moonwhisper, this traitor is not welcome here!"
"He has come for more power, I suppose!"
"He should not be accepted."
"He is dead."
"Rustlingleaf, this isn't your argument."
"I am a relative, closer than you, Roughpelt."
"This is among kin."
"Which I am."
"Roughpelt, just let her have her share."
"Moonwhisper, I am not going to go to such standards!"
"Am I the lowest on the food chain? Since you have no idea how to handle this, I might as well accept him! He has given us the granting of not having to go through wars! Being together, despite clan differences! His killing may have something to do that wasn't for power. I accept him." Rustlingleaf finished, walking off into the night.
Shadowheart smiled. Just as he planned.