Stalking the darkness [OPEN--

[Thundie✖]

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[bg=D3D2CD] Stepping through the vast shadows of the Dark forest, Whitefury smirked, a change was coming. She lifted her nose to the ghostly air and took a deep breath. She didn't mind the depths of misery that was the Dark forest. On the inside, she'd been hoping to come across an evil cat of legend, mainly to see if he actually existed, or was just a tale to scare kits. Shrugging that thought away, Whitefury sat and thought about all the lives she'd taken. As she watched her claws flash in her mind eye, she smirked, remembering the warmth of blood in her paws and on her muzzle. Her eyes widened as something poured through her veins, she was remembering her favorite murder. She had been in Frostclan, and was leading an attack against it, when Puck, a clanmate, had tried to reason with her. Whitefury always found Puck funny, he seemed to like her, and now was trying to save her from herself. She recalled how she had leapt onto him, and pinned him down, he'd fought back, but Whitefury got him in the end. She remembered as she bent in, and ripped his throat out. She could still taste the warm, sweet blood on her teeth. Opening her icy eyes, she turned around, she thought she heard a rustle, it was very uncommon to come across another creature in the Dark forest, she unsheathed her claws, usually, they were just fools trying to attack. "Whitefury's mouth moves." Whitefury thinks." Whitefury does. w o r d ' c o u n t; t a g s; -- o c c ; --

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[Aяαsнï]

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=316c1a] Shadowgaze is playing with your emotions. "Shadowgaze is taunting you." Shadowgaze is plotting. "The mousebrains are blathering."

[/i][/color] Shadowgaze thought admiringly. Spunky cat, ain't she?

Shadowgaze stepped out, retracting her claws. "You got a lot of talent, sweetheart." Shadowgaze half-taunted, then put on her best acting-kitten face. "But you wouldn't want to be wasting all of that talent on little old me, would you, dearie?" She removed her fake pleading eyes, lowering them into their usual scowl, and bore them into the other she-cat's eyes menacingly. This evaporated the illusion of her plead, but showed the fact that Shadowgaze was dangerous material.

And of course, she was. But it was sad that not everyone in the world-dead and alive-knew this. Death was important, especially at Shadowgaze's claws.

notes;; first dark warrior post. comments? ps;; Hades, I wuv you for this!
word count;; 362
muse;; 7/10[/color]

Is death in all of its glory

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