Post by Kaemore on Jul 8, 2006 13:03:40 GMT -5
((Beat this.))
Take what the other leaders have....take what they all have..."
The words echoed freshly in Shalefangs mind, a constant annoyance, a constant tune ringing to remind and reminensce. The muscled tom sprung lightly from rock to rock. He didnt know where he was going, but some strange power pulled him to a special area. The forest vanished beneath him and he was in unfamiliar lands. His paws felt rough on the harsh stone below him, his eyes, so emerald, were bright for once, percieving something extroardinary, something like no other had seen or witnessed.
Finally he slowed, breathing lightly. Before him was a cave, like none he has before seen. For a moment he felt hesitation, as a force pushed him to return to Darkclan and do nothing. But a stronger force beckoned him to go on. Soon he was moving forward again, and he saw the sacred waters. Normaly calm, they bubbled and hissed in a fury of disbelief. Shalefang looked down into the water in wonder. He saw a face, his fathers.
"Hurry." The phantom whispered eerily, and soon all Shalefang saw was darkness, complete and consuming.
Soon shapes emerged. Failenfang, Hazedemon, and other cats of great strength and filled with evil to spare. Shalefang felt cowed, but stood tall, the coldness of the place piercing even his heart, making him feel bare and alone. Soon, one cat he did not know stepped forward. The cat had two great scars crossing his face, and his eyes were blank.
"Shalefang. You come to recieve nine lives. We have overopwered Starclan, but not for long. While we can, take the lives and use them to capture the forest. I give you one life for pain."
A searing, buring agony ripped through Shalefang like wildfire, but he didnt move, he only closed his eyes.
"Pain is your friend. Do not fear it, embrace it. Give it to your foes. Remember, any pain you endur must be given two-fold to who ever delivered it."
The black tom stepped back, and Shalefang was released from the pain, still slightly dizzy.
Next a small, wiry cat with pale eyes came forward, his voice high and slightly winy.
"Shalefang, I give you speech."
Shalefang staggered slightly as words ran through his mind, biting and calling and pleading and persuading.
"Words are one of your finest weapons. Use your silver tounge to convince the worthy to your cause, confues your foe, shame your enemy. Sometimes words are best choosen in place of fighting."
The cat stepped back, and Shalefang was relieved as the talking in his head subsided to a dull murmering.
A large, boxy cat came forward. The tabby was all muscle, and looked more like a bulldog then a cat. His accent was thick and harsh.
"Shalefang! Aye wheel geeve they sihht."
Shalefang suddenly saw everything in a pierving clearness, every hair, claw, and tooth stuck out like a white focal point on a black canvas.
"Weeth yare sihht, yee cane scoot at any foe who luurk, ach."
The burly scotts cat backed away, and everything faded, now seeming dull.
Now a she-cat came forward. She was stunning, clearly a vixen. Shalefang felt drawn into her, he wanted her, though he could feel her trap. She grinned wickedly.
"Shalefang, " Her voice smooth and silky, "I give you deception."
Shalefang felt a strange tingling, like when many insects clambor over you and you cant scratch at them.
"Trick your foes, make them believe what is not the truth. Make them believe you, then crush them in your lies."
Shalefang shuddered at the horrid feeling of lies, before it faded as the vixen backed away. He wasnt sure how much more of this he could endure.
Another tom stepped forward. He was very long in the legs, and a pale brown color. He looked noble and strong, but with dark intentions behind his quiet eyes.
"Shalefang, I give you leadership."
Shalefang felt a mighty weight push down on him, the weight of reliance, the feeling that every cat in the world needed you for safety and life.
"Lead the strong who will serve you. And lead Darkclan to victory!"
The weight lifted as the cat backed away, but he could still feel the silent weight upon him, a constant shadow.
A very small she-cat came forward. Her eyes were downcast, and she seemed like a small kit cast out in the downing rain. Her voice was quiet, like a whisper.
"Shalefang...I give you sorrow."
A deep, choking depressing descended on Shalefang. His eyes widened, as pain and sadness consumed him. It seemed all was lost, there was no hope. Only his fathers cold stare kept him from crying out.
"Sorrow will give you wings. Bring it to your foes, give them agony. What you feel is what you will deliver, and remember it. Do not resent or fear it, cherish it."
The sorrow loosened its icy grips, though the young Darkclan leader still felt the pain.
An average but beautiful cat stepped forward. He looked strong and willful, his blue eyes clear.
"Shalefang, I give you cunning."
A feeling, like quicksilver, ran through the cat, making him feel like his feet would slip out from under him, like the ground was falling away.
"Only cunning can lead you. Be cunning to strike your foes, be cunning to survive."
The ground came back as the cat backed off.
Hazedemon stepped forward, his eyes cold and resentful. He spoke harshly, scornfuly.
"Shalefang. I...give you strength."
Power like no other flowed to the young tom, engulfing him in the wonderful and terrible feeling of absolute strength.
"Only you strength will set you apart. With it you will rip apart any cat or beast, and all will fear you!"
The feeling barely faded as the dead Darkclan leader backed away, and Shalefang shuddered in pleasure.
Now Failenfang. The awe inspiring rouge came forward, and Shalefang could not help but shrink away at the sight of his fathers wild eyes.
"Shalefang, my son. I give you pure evil, and total corruption!"
A terrible feeling seeped into Shalefang, casting him somewhere where no cat had gone. He felt to need to see blood run like a river and tear the throat from a panicked foe. He needed to have a cat at his mercy, only to rip from the cat its life. He felt the corruption boiling in him and seizing his heart. It was a new sensation. It felt terrible and joyful all at once.
"With evil, you can take this forest. Only evil can lead you to ultimate glory. Only total corruption can allow you to shred a new born kit and its mother to shreds. Only corruption can take you to glory."
Failenfang stepped back, and the feeling slightly left Shalefang, but still boiled viciously.
"Shalefang, you..."
Failenfang began, but suddenly a piercing light ripped into the world of darkness. Cats poured out of it.
"Starclan!" One of the Demonclan cats cried out. The battle began in earnest. A large tom, magnificently white, came infront of Shalefang.
"Starclan will destroy you! You will not harm our clans!" He leapt at Shalefang, and the cats fought desperately. The cats exchanged blows, and the white tom slashed down heavily. A deep and gruesome gash appeared across Shalefangs left eye, the same scar his father has. Shalefang snarled and jumped forward, his mouth reaching for the white tom's neck. He met. In a sickening crunch and ripping motion, the cat backed up, bright blood draining from the wound as the cat collapsed. The fighting stopped as the cat, unable to die again, backed away with wide eyes and vanished. Everything began to shimmer, and Shalefang was back in the forest.
He leapt to his paws, panting wildly as blood streamed down him face. He looked around wildly.
He had 9 lives.
Take what the other leaders have....take what they all have..."
The words echoed freshly in Shalefangs mind, a constant annoyance, a constant tune ringing to remind and reminensce. The muscled tom sprung lightly from rock to rock. He didnt know where he was going, but some strange power pulled him to a special area. The forest vanished beneath him and he was in unfamiliar lands. His paws felt rough on the harsh stone below him, his eyes, so emerald, were bright for once, percieving something extroardinary, something like no other had seen or witnessed.
Finally he slowed, breathing lightly. Before him was a cave, like none he has before seen. For a moment he felt hesitation, as a force pushed him to return to Darkclan and do nothing. But a stronger force beckoned him to go on. Soon he was moving forward again, and he saw the sacred waters. Normaly calm, they bubbled and hissed in a fury of disbelief. Shalefang looked down into the water in wonder. He saw a face, his fathers.
"Hurry." The phantom whispered eerily, and soon all Shalefang saw was darkness, complete and consuming.
Soon shapes emerged. Failenfang, Hazedemon, and other cats of great strength and filled with evil to spare. Shalefang felt cowed, but stood tall, the coldness of the place piercing even his heart, making him feel bare and alone. Soon, one cat he did not know stepped forward. The cat had two great scars crossing his face, and his eyes were blank.
"Shalefang. You come to recieve nine lives. We have overopwered Starclan, but not for long. While we can, take the lives and use them to capture the forest. I give you one life for pain."
A searing, buring agony ripped through Shalefang like wildfire, but he didnt move, he only closed his eyes.
"Pain is your friend. Do not fear it, embrace it. Give it to your foes. Remember, any pain you endur must be given two-fold to who ever delivered it."
The black tom stepped back, and Shalefang was released from the pain, still slightly dizzy.
Next a small, wiry cat with pale eyes came forward, his voice high and slightly winy.
"Shalefang, I give you speech."
Shalefang staggered slightly as words ran through his mind, biting and calling and pleading and persuading.
"Words are one of your finest weapons. Use your silver tounge to convince the worthy to your cause, confues your foe, shame your enemy. Sometimes words are best choosen in place of fighting."
The cat stepped back, and Shalefang was relieved as the talking in his head subsided to a dull murmering.
A large, boxy cat came forward. The tabby was all muscle, and looked more like a bulldog then a cat. His accent was thick and harsh.
"Shalefang! Aye wheel geeve they sihht."
Shalefang suddenly saw everything in a pierving clearness, every hair, claw, and tooth stuck out like a white focal point on a black canvas.
"Weeth yare sihht, yee cane scoot at any foe who luurk, ach."
The burly scotts cat backed away, and everything faded, now seeming dull.
Now a she-cat came forward. She was stunning, clearly a vixen. Shalefang felt drawn into her, he wanted her, though he could feel her trap. She grinned wickedly.
"Shalefang, " Her voice smooth and silky, "I give you deception."
Shalefang felt a strange tingling, like when many insects clambor over you and you cant scratch at them.
"Trick your foes, make them believe what is not the truth. Make them believe you, then crush them in your lies."
Shalefang shuddered at the horrid feeling of lies, before it faded as the vixen backed away. He wasnt sure how much more of this he could endure.
Another tom stepped forward. He was very long in the legs, and a pale brown color. He looked noble and strong, but with dark intentions behind his quiet eyes.
"Shalefang, I give you leadership."
Shalefang felt a mighty weight push down on him, the weight of reliance, the feeling that every cat in the world needed you for safety and life.
"Lead the strong who will serve you. And lead Darkclan to victory!"
The weight lifted as the cat backed away, but he could still feel the silent weight upon him, a constant shadow.
A very small she-cat came forward. Her eyes were downcast, and she seemed like a small kit cast out in the downing rain. Her voice was quiet, like a whisper.
"Shalefang...I give you sorrow."
A deep, choking depressing descended on Shalefang. His eyes widened, as pain and sadness consumed him. It seemed all was lost, there was no hope. Only his fathers cold stare kept him from crying out.
"Sorrow will give you wings. Bring it to your foes, give them agony. What you feel is what you will deliver, and remember it. Do not resent or fear it, cherish it."
The sorrow loosened its icy grips, though the young Darkclan leader still felt the pain.
An average but beautiful cat stepped forward. He looked strong and willful, his blue eyes clear.
"Shalefang, I give you cunning."
A feeling, like quicksilver, ran through the cat, making him feel like his feet would slip out from under him, like the ground was falling away.
"Only cunning can lead you. Be cunning to strike your foes, be cunning to survive."
The ground came back as the cat backed off.
Hazedemon stepped forward, his eyes cold and resentful. He spoke harshly, scornfuly.
"Shalefang. I...give you strength."
Power like no other flowed to the young tom, engulfing him in the wonderful and terrible feeling of absolute strength.
"Only you strength will set you apart. With it you will rip apart any cat or beast, and all will fear you!"
The feeling barely faded as the dead Darkclan leader backed away, and Shalefang shuddered in pleasure.
Now Failenfang. The awe inspiring rouge came forward, and Shalefang could not help but shrink away at the sight of his fathers wild eyes.
"Shalefang, my son. I give you pure evil, and total corruption!"
A terrible feeling seeped into Shalefang, casting him somewhere where no cat had gone. He felt to need to see blood run like a river and tear the throat from a panicked foe. He needed to have a cat at his mercy, only to rip from the cat its life. He felt the corruption boiling in him and seizing his heart. It was a new sensation. It felt terrible and joyful all at once.
"With evil, you can take this forest. Only evil can lead you to ultimate glory. Only total corruption can allow you to shred a new born kit and its mother to shreds. Only corruption can take you to glory."
Failenfang stepped back, and the feeling slightly left Shalefang, but still boiled viciously.
"Shalefang, you..."
Failenfang began, but suddenly a piercing light ripped into the world of darkness. Cats poured out of it.
"Starclan!" One of the Demonclan cats cried out. The battle began in earnest. A large tom, magnificently white, came infront of Shalefang.
"Starclan will destroy you! You will not harm our clans!" He leapt at Shalefang, and the cats fought desperately. The cats exchanged blows, and the white tom slashed down heavily. A deep and gruesome gash appeared across Shalefangs left eye, the same scar his father has. Shalefang snarled and jumped forward, his mouth reaching for the white tom's neck. He met. In a sickening crunch and ripping motion, the cat backed up, bright blood draining from the wound as the cat collapsed. The fighting stopped as the cat, unable to die again, backed away with wide eyes and vanished. Everything began to shimmer, and Shalefang was back in the forest.
He leapt to his paws, panting wildly as blood streamed down him face. He looked around wildly.
He had 9 lives.
