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Post by Twilight on Jun 29, 2009 8:07:28 GMT -5
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Kitten: Nightstar the P-I-S-S-E-D
Words: 580
Music: For the HORDER! DROO! by Druidboyz
Notes: You don't really wanna test this leader, this leader right here, is running her show.
Scarlet blood stained the night black pelt of the WindClan leader, as she trailed into her camp. She held her head high, as she held the remaining eyeball of Crueleye. She had done to him what he did to his mother. She took the time to rip him apart, especially the genetalia, especially that. She had a cut down to her skull, a crescent reaching around the corner of her eye on the bridge of her nose. She had cuts all along her flank, legs, head, back end, and huanches.She also had a fair chunk of her fur ripped out along her back end. Through the eyball in her mouth, she yowled. "Leafsong!" She jumped up on the highrock. She layed the green eye down by her feet, and hollered to her clan. "All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather around the high rock for a clan meeting!" The batt;e replayed in her mind as the curious and some worried eyes of her clan appeared and cats started appearing.
Crueleye, her...father, as he was no longer since she knew his identity, had lunged towards her. He had tried to rape hr, but it as unsuccesful. A raging battle had insued, and she did not know what had been going on really until Crueleye was ay her feet, dead. She had taken the time to shred his body to ieces as he had done to her mother, thinking dark thoughts all the way.She always hatd hre father, she knew that much. Her mother had called her only living duaghter her sanctuary. Nightstar knew what that meant. She was he mother's comfort, all the while, as if her father had done something horrible to her mother and she couldn't live without her duaghter. It was probablya good thing she was the one who lived in her litter.
Her clan had gathered. "WindClan! The cat who has huanted our moors for a while now, and probably the other clans' territory, is dead!" She kicked the eyeball to the ground where her clan could see. "He engaged me in battle, but in the end, I was victorious. I took the time to rip his body to pieces after what he did to my mother and your old leader. If any rogues want to join the clan, are found on our territory, or are just passing through, bring them to me, and I will say what to do with them. It is time WindClan took a stand for itself, having their own blood in the clan, no longer accepting rogues, loners, and weak kittypets as it did under my mother's rule. I would thoroughly like it if more of you single cats took an interest in tking a mate, or I will have to force you to, which I do not wish to do. I want you to find love and happiness naturally, but if our clan is to survive without outside blood, we need to do this. Even I myself might take a mate, though it might be against the warrior code, as my mother did, and as I was conceived. Some of you may already know this, but the cat who murdered my mother was and no longer is my father." With that she jumped down and looked at the approaching Leafsong. Pissyness rolled off of her in waves. "Leafsong, please hurry up. These scratches really hurt."
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