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☠~ Stormsong ~☠

--x--The Dark Warrior --x--

~Stormsong paused when another scent hit her, the scent of a small heap of recently caught prey. She dug through the snow , which instantly crumbled powdery white as her paws shuffled through it. Buried, were three rather fat mice, plump with whatever prey they had managed to stuff their faces with in the cold. They were dead, of course, as she had killed them earlier. That could be told by the clawmarks severered into their throat, the musky brown fur crusted red with dried blood. The mice still counted. Stormsong set her dead rabbit, or slaughtered, as she preferred to say instead of the word dead, into the hole. Four peices of prey, and still much more to be killed. Stormsong's gray fur was already sleek with snow, beginning to melt into water as the warmth of her pelt heated it. Her icy eyes narrowed into slits with total concentration that seemed to intensify through the cold, utilizing every segment of her gaze. She carefully breathed in the air, letting scents wash into her mouth. Stormsong could smell the naturally salty scent of SeaClan.....along with prey, faint in the cold weather. She tried to not get distracted with the thought of Sharkhail. Stormsong was intellegent enough to know that she had to focus entirely on catching prey. Her figure went utterly still as she heard....was that a faint chirp? A bird swooped overhead, nearly inches away from her head. Stormsong knew it was in range and had probably not been able to spot her, due to the fact that her pale grey pelt almost blended in with the snow, forming some sort of camoflauge. She kicked upwards with her hindlegs, her paws scrabbling in the air until her talon-like claws sunk into the bird's wing. The crow let out a squaking yell of surprise when she brought it down to the ground in a single swipe. Her claws were sunk entirely through the wing to the point where they poked out through the other side, forming a range of bloody spikes that jutted out through the flesh and muscle. The bird laid there, flapping fervently, making desperate but failed attempts to escape from Stormsong's overpowering hold. How useless, how weak, that this little bird seemed at what would be it's final hour. With a smirk dancing across her face, she craned her head down close to the bird's throat. It let out a startled chirp of surprise as Stormsong ended it's misery.~

☠~ Stormsong ~☠

--x--The Dark Warrior --x--

~Stormsong was now far, far away from the river, her thoughts and presence lost to the forest. Kill....kill the prey.....don't kill all of it....but kill most of it....kill....kill....and more killing.....slaughter the prey....
Those were the thoughts that ran through her brain, most being little blurbs, as her senses were more important at the moment rather than just her thoughts. Stormsong was not ashamed to admit that she had little of her sanity left, most of her driven mad already with the idea and configurization of diminishing lives. Part of her was pretty sure that the possibility of her ending up in the Dark Forest after she died was not an unreasonable possibility. Stormsong didn't want to, though. But she wouldn't blame StarClan though if they ended up sending her there. After all, Stormsong knew that it might be what she deserved, due to all the ruthless killing she had done as a rogue before joining a clan. The part that she still found scary was that she had enjoyed the killing. The rush of blood through veins, the sharp shreiks of cats, the blood splattering the cold ground, the pull of muscle.....everything had seemed like any cat's nightmare.....except for her's. A look of insane glee shone in Stormsong's eyes as she drew in more scents through her mouth. She wondered deeper and deeper into the forest, heading towards where she had scented a thrush nearby. Her muscles moved sleekly underneath her smooth grey pelt with each motion, her tail lashing from side to side with determination.~

Lilykit / / SeaClan / / Trapped in an Unknown World

What are you supposed to do...


»»»» [Lilykit sighed, but sat as she was told. She wondered why Sharkhail was getting so many fish.] "What are you doing?" [the black kit asked curiously. Lilykit could see the many holes in the ice, and wondered how Sharkhail hadn't fallen in.]««««

Can someone give me a short summary please? :]

☠~ Stormsong ~☠

--x--The Dark Warrior --x--

~The freshly killed thrush felt warm as it dangled from her jaws. She dropped the medim-sized bird into the hole along with the other recently hunted prey. Stormsong smiled happily to herself in satisfaction as she saw that the prey was almost overwhelming the rather large hole she had dug, adding emphasis on the amount she had caught. Part of her was wildly intense on winning the competition.....but the other half was just glad that so much prey was going to benefit the clan. Whatever the cause, Stormsong was pretty sure that the leader would be proud of both her and Sharkhail. Her muscles tensed again, a sign that she was going back into hunting-mode. The she-cat's icy blue eyes, bright against the shadowed light, stared out into the distance with a fervent look of pure feralness. Stormsong intended on hunting even more prey, and she would. With the sleek line of her tail swinging from side to side like a pendulum, she headed back into the undergrowth, the shadows engulfing her slender shape as she plunged into a descend of darkness.~