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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2019 16:50:46 GMT
Fishpaw sat shivering in the center of the dark clearing surrounded by tall, foreboding trees. A bulky brown tabby slipped into the clearing, yellow eyes gleaming. He circled the apprentice slowly.
"I killed him..." The small, muscular tomcat spoke in a quiet voice.
"I know, Fishpaw, I knew you could do it..." Gorge whispered in an eerie way.
"What is happening to me?" Fishpaw moaned. "I'm a monster."
"You're finally embracing your true self, apprentice. You're lucky I saw something in you." The tabby stopped in front of Fishy, towering over him. "If it weren't for me, you would be a weakling just like all the others."
"Starclan will never forgive me." The silver cat whispered hoarsely, and Gorge lashed him across the muzzle with razor sharp claws.
"You don't want Starclan's forgiveness!" He snarled. "Besides," he calmed down a bit, "Starclan is just a useless bunch of prophets who don't understand true power."
"You don't know what you're talking about." Fishpaw stood up with his head lowered. "Surely Starclan is more powerful than you."
"You should know by know that that sentence is false... apprentice..." Gorge growled and leapt at him, pinning Fishpaw. His claws dug into his shoulders and blood began to pour from the pierced flesh. "Do I have to show you once more?"
"No..." Fishpaw muttered, and Gorge let him up. Fishy staggered weakly, but managed to regain his balance. He was so used to the scent and sight of his own blood that he did not notice that is was running down his legs and pooling on the dusty forest floor.
"Don't forget, Fishpaw, I'm the one helping you. Starclan could care less about your mother, in fact--they are the ones who took her away from you." Gorge smirked. "But I told you before I can help you get her back."
Fishpaw raised his head and met the eyes of the Dark Forest cat. "I know. And that's why I did it... I got the life like you told me too."
Gorge did not blink as he stared back at the apprentice. "Show me."
The wounded apprentice stepped back and opened his jaws. He closed his intense green eyes and suddenly a very light wisp of white smoke dripped from his mouth and floated into the air between them.
"Well done, my apprentice." Gorge examined the tiny wisp. "This life should be sufficient to swap."
"How do we find my mother's life?" Fishpaw asked, watching with dull eyes as Cloudedspirit's life swirled in the musty forest air. It seemed in pain to be in such a evil place when it was supposed to be delivered to Starclan.
"Leave the rest too me." Gorge grunted. "Now take the life back to hold on to until I say otherwise."
Fishy obliged and opened his jaws once more. The life was pulled like a magnet through his needle sharp teeth and down his throat. With slight difficulty, Fishpaw closed his mouth and the tiny white wisp was safely stored with him once more.
"Now, as an award for completing this mission, I shall let you leave this place with a new remembrance." Gorge hissed darkly and leapt at the silver apprentice.
Fishpaw was tackled backwards and his head slammed against the floor. He was dazed and could not struggle as Gorge raked his deadly long claws down his neck and opening the soft flesh of his belly. He yowled in immense pain and his fur was stained with the rushing blood. Gorge released him and he found himself waking up in the ever glades near camp. He fell onto his side and the blood kept flowing. He couldn't understand why Starclan let him survive that horrible attack... and almost wished they hadn't. Guilt and grief washed over him for the murder of Cloudedspirit and his desperation to see his mother again...
"I killed him..." The small, muscular tomcat spoke in a quiet voice.
"I know, Fishpaw, I knew you could do it..." Gorge whispered in an eerie way.
"What is happening to me?" Fishpaw moaned. "I'm a monster."
"You're finally embracing your true self, apprentice. You're lucky I saw something in you." The tabby stopped in front of Fishy, towering over him. "If it weren't for me, you would be a weakling just like all the others."
"Starclan will never forgive me." The silver cat whispered hoarsely, and Gorge lashed him across the muzzle with razor sharp claws.
"You don't want Starclan's forgiveness!" He snarled. "Besides," he calmed down a bit, "Starclan is just a useless bunch of prophets who don't understand true power."
"You don't know what you're talking about." Fishpaw stood up with his head lowered. "Surely Starclan is more powerful than you."
"You should know by know that that sentence is false... apprentice..." Gorge growled and leapt at him, pinning Fishpaw. His claws dug into his shoulders and blood began to pour from the pierced flesh. "Do I have to show you once more?"
"No..." Fishpaw muttered, and Gorge let him up. Fishy staggered weakly, but managed to regain his balance. He was so used to the scent and sight of his own blood that he did not notice that is was running down his legs and pooling on the dusty forest floor.
"Don't forget, Fishpaw, I'm the one helping you. Starclan could care less about your mother, in fact--they are the ones who took her away from you." Gorge smirked. "But I told you before I can help you get her back."
Fishpaw raised his head and met the eyes of the Dark Forest cat. "I know. And that's why I did it... I got the life like you told me too."
Gorge did not blink as he stared back at the apprentice. "Show me."
The wounded apprentice stepped back and opened his jaws. He closed his intense green eyes and suddenly a very light wisp of white smoke dripped from his mouth and floated into the air between them.
"Well done, my apprentice." Gorge examined the tiny wisp. "This life should be sufficient to swap."
"How do we find my mother's life?" Fishpaw asked, watching with dull eyes as Cloudedspirit's life swirled in the musty forest air. It seemed in pain to be in such a evil place when it was supposed to be delivered to Starclan.
"Leave the rest too me." Gorge grunted. "Now take the life back to hold on to until I say otherwise."
Fishy obliged and opened his jaws once more. The life was pulled like a magnet through his needle sharp teeth and down his throat. With slight difficulty, Fishpaw closed his mouth and the tiny white wisp was safely stored with him once more.
"Now, as an award for completing this mission, I shall let you leave this place with a new remembrance." Gorge hissed darkly and leapt at the silver apprentice.
Fishpaw was tackled backwards and his head slammed against the floor. He was dazed and could not struggle as Gorge raked his deadly long claws down his neck and opening the soft flesh of his belly. He yowled in immense pain and his fur was stained with the rushing blood. Gorge released him and he found himself waking up in the ever glades near camp. He fell onto his side and the blood kept flowing. He couldn't understand why Starclan let him survive that horrible attack... and almost wished they hadn't. Guilt and grief washed over him for the murder of Cloudedspirit and his desperation to see his mother again...