who we're meant to be [flamepaw]

[✄ – – – VANYA!]

OWLFLIGHT
ashclan warrior

It was so dark...

Owlflight was unsure of where she was. She'd bedded down in her nest and shut her eyes, and opened her eyes to this deep, still, dark forest. Even the mist was smoky in colour. Was it a dream? It felt so real...

A realization dawned on her. Was this...the Place of No Stars? She'd heard the medicine cats discussing it. It was the place evil cats went...the cats too cruel for StarClan. She could feel the evil permeating the very air.

Fear weighted her limbs like cold water. She walked cautiously between the trees, wondering if she'd meet any spirits. The vicious Tigerstar, the persnickety Hawkfrost...but the longer she stood in this dark place, the calmer she became. That in and of itself was unnerving. Did it mean she was meant to be here...? She hoped not. What did that make her?

"Hello?" she mewed nervously. The fur along her spine stood up uncomfortably. "Is anyone there? Is there a reason you've brought me here?"

The mist ahead of her congealed and shuddered, twisting between the trees. Sharp eyes stared at her from the shadows. Owlflight's belly roiled with nervousness. What could she do if a spirit came after her? Could she fight a ghost? The ground felt real under her paws...but that didn't mean that the evil spirits would be the same. The fear of the unknown overpowered her, and she backed up quickly and bumped into something solid. Too afraid to turn around, she froze.

Oh, StarClan...is this the end?

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=00000] Eyes shown out beneath the brush, emitting a strange yellow and red light, once to be called amber. He blinked his eyes and their shine flattered and then shone once more. It had been a while since he was sent here. His last encounter had been with Shriekingvoice, his mentor, and Seapaw, not to mention his brother, his partner in crime, Windpaw. It had been their first intrusion in the so called 'Place of No Stars' and a rather tense one at that. Alongside his brother, he had approved of the training here. For what he could gather, these cats had no intention of training him for the greater good. No, they were pawns to them --something he, himself would rather not be; but the chance of extra training, not to mention those who knew experienced moves and what-not, was too great to pass. He would have to live with it for the time being. His eyes flashed murderously of the thought that he, a member of what Windpaw had decided to call them a two-cat mafia, would care to be a pawn in this so called game between dead cats. Keh, dead, powerful, full of themselves or not, he had his own mind. He knew that Windpaw wouldn't mind fighting for the Dark Warriors, their power never ceasing, and blood always at his paws --it was something that Windpaw, and he himself liked, but he would not be used, it was his pride that pulled him away from it. Not the fact that he wanted to be 'good'. Good. Evil. It was all part of a different conspiracy. Even the most innocent kit would do something horrible in his or her lifetime. Theoretically, he could be classified as 'no good', the spawn of what they named evil; but even once before he might have been a kinder kit. Keh. Yeah right, almost impossible by the looks of him. No, Flamepaw wasn't 'wise' but he had a good grasp of this game called life. He just hoped that his good coming wouldn't last or would be once in his life, for one thing, Flamepaw did not want to be 'good'. His brother was different. Windpaw had what he liked to call a one-track mind. He never thought outside the normal, and his mind would refuse to accept the concept that somewhere he was good. He was a close-minded cat to say at the least --like most cats were. No, he couldn't say that Windpaw was dumb a bit of the opposite actually, but he had a mind that refused the truth. He had an aloof attitude to others and unknown, one per-say to say persnickety even. Windpaw, could not be one to talk to with political matters of the clan and their business. His eyes narrowed as he stood. He could feel a new presense near, one he had not felt before. As he could tell, the cat wasn't dead, nor was it from his clan. He whipped his tail back and forth as he realized it was one from AshClan. Venturing toward the cat, he found out to his disgust, that it was a she-cat, and from his view, her eyes seemed a bit hollow, not in a bad way, hollow and round --to say quite clearly, her eyes were two colours. Her right was a clear blue, and her left a calm yellow. her pelt was white, and he could see streakes of grey embedded below her belly. She seemed lose, confused and unsure of herself. He sneered, as he wondered what the dead cats were thinking bringing someone like her here. It was obvious that she had no killing bone in her body so far. Keh, if they were looking for future developemeant, then they were pretty much desperate. Hello? The pretty she cat stuttered, her fur bristling Is anyone there? Is there a reason you've brought me here? His paws moved silently, stalking his prey. Moving quickly, he didn't have enough time to get out of the way, as the she-cat backed up against him, her fur brushing his pelt that sent an uncomfortable chill down his spine. He felt her stiffen, and he shoved her forward, not quite roughly but seriously, she need to get off of him. Eyes narrowed, he darted in front of her like a shadow and stared at her thoroughly. He nodded at her, You must be a new recruit. May I have your name? He said it politely, but his eyes said otherwise. She was obviously too soft for this place. They would need to do a lot of work on her. Was she an apprentice or a warrior? He himself was to be said that he looked like a warrior, but he was a mere apprentice, with this cat, he couldn't quite tell. And if she was a warrior, why the heck was she here now? Were they really becoming that open and desperate to win against those so-called StarClanners? Despicable. Flamepaw is killing mousebrains Flamepaw thinks your stupid "Flamepaw wants you to shut up"

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Large russet paws, marked with spots and stripes alike, barely touched the ground as Banditmask prowled through the forest, his short, lean legs sliding back and forth with ease. This forest - or, more accurately, the Dark Forest, sometimes known as the Place of No Stars; whatever you wanted to call it, all this nonsense all lead to one thing - this wasn't StarClan.

StarClan was supposed to be in Silverpelt, wasn't it? With stars and prey and the like? Here there was no light - or, barely any of it, anyway - and the rustling of prey was nothing to speak of, except the lack thereof. It was painfully obvious where he had gotten himself into. So, basically, his only question was; why was he even here? Even after all the moons he had spent here, Banditmask still didn't understand. This place was for evil cats, was it not? Funny, that - he had never thought of himself as 'evil'. What he had done was for the greater good of the clan. Well, that's what Redflare had said, anyway, and the tom was rarely wrong. But his meant--

Whatever. He knew Redflare - his friend, his accomplice', wouldn't of hurt a fly. Unless that fly was a liability that is, but that was beside the point. "Hello?" a voice mewed, drawing the tom's attention back to his twisted reality. It was a she-cat, obviously in distress. "Is anyone there? Is there a reason you've brought me here?" Whoever this cat was, her presence didn't alarm him. It was probably just a newbie. Still, you can never be too sure...

Shaking his head in an attempt to clear it, the spotted tom quickened his pace, then opened his jaws. He started, surprised, as a scent - FrostClan scent, with a bit of AshClan - hit the back of his throat. A pair of rounded ears pricked and, flattening himself to the ground, Banditmask made his way closer to the unlikely pair of cats. They weren't dead, he could tell that much. So what were they doing here?

Without a sound, the tom crept closer, then peered through a thick row of bushes. His green eyes widened as he caught a brief glimpse of a ginger pelt, then narrowed. Was this Redflare, come to visit him?
Heart pounding with hope - how many cats got to see a long-lost friend after death? - he crept out of the undergrowth without a sound, then, disappointed, he stopped. This wasn't Redflare - there was something off about this tom's pelt color. Besides, this was an apprentice - Redflare would be a senior warrior by now. "You must be a new recruit," the ginger tom said, obviously addressing a white she-cat in front of him - the AshClanner he had scented - and heard - earlier. "May I have your name?" Yes - the voice was off, too. This slim tom didn't have the same convincing purr that Redflare had always used to his advantage.

The apprentice didn't have the same good intentions as Banditmask's accomplice, either - that was for sure. Yes, the slim tom sounded polite, but if he really was this courteous, he wouldn't be here, now would he? The russet tabby snorted. What naive, stupid kittens - they didn't know what they were in for. The Dark Forest might have seemed like home to cats like them, but it wasn't. It was a punishment - if it wasn't, all cats would go to StarClan. Obviously.

Slightly irritated at the apprentice for getting his hopes up, he padded closer, making little to no sound, and hissed, "Are you lost, kittens?" The she-cat probably was, but the tom acted as if he had been here before. He had said something about 'recruits'... He snorted. Neither of them looked like good material for Dark Foresters, though the tom had a menacing glint in his amber eyes. "Well?"

[✄ – – – VANYA!]

OWLFLIGHT
ashclan warrior

Owlflight was swiftly becoming irritated with the young cat clearly mocking her. His tone was polite enough, but being polite did nothing but mask the true intentions of his words. This did not amuse her. She flicked her tail in irritation, ears flicking back.

"You tell me," she hissed, two-toned eyes narrowed at the slender tom. "You seem to know this place better than I do."

Before she could do anything else, another cat appeared from the shadowy undergrowth. She whipped around so that she could watch them both, neck fur bristling. "And who are you?" she spat, a deep growl embedded in her tone. Owlflight, despite her anger, was becoming steadily nervous. She was facing two cats who knew this place better than she. What could she do if their intents were less than friendly?

Calm down, mousebrain. Don't count your fresh-kill before it's caught.

Owlflight gathered her thoughts. Her nervousness was making her foolish; she needed to be on her toes with these cats. She slowly calmed, though her offensive stance did not relax, and looked swiftly between them. She was a warrior; Milkpelt taught her well. She could handle anything, even this bizarre occurrence that not even her beloved mentor had told her about. She drew in a deep breath.

I'm already here, wherever here is. Might as well make the best of it.

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