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[Devilstar]

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[rawr]

I go by;;
Blackoutstar.

Sex;;
Tom.

Time on this Earth;;
Thirty-nine Moons.

Me on an average day;;
“Owlshadow!” screeched the haggled and bloody StormClan leader. Through the entire battle with MistClan, he had lost connection with his deputy. He honestly hoped he was alright, and nothing terrible had befallen him. Unfortunately, there wasn’t enough time to send out a search party, mostly because more than half of his clan was in the midst of battle. Blackoutstar’s inky-black head darted this direction and that in search of his companion; if only he had a minute to find him. There was then an ear-splitting caterwaul as a brave MistClan cat decided to attack the leader. “Oh no you don’t!” hissed Blackoutstar, realizing that the warrior was going for his throat. Just as he had lunged, Blackoutstar crouched down, allowing his opponent to soar straight over him. That’s when he followed up with pouncing onto the enemy’s back, being sure to rip up his back with his hind claws. The MistClan warrior writhed in pain as Blackoutstar’s claws became bathed in his blood, and struggled from underneath the leader’s grasp, careening into a nearby bush. See him pull another stunt like that. Owlshadow would have to wait, and besides, nothing could’ve possibly happened to him that would render him lifeless…right? Surely every clan cat knew that you didn’t have to kill to be a warrior. Oh well. For now, Blackoutstar would have to depend on other cats’ better judgment and chivalry. “But as for now,” murmured the leader, watching a warrior of his being overpowered by a bulky MistClan warrior, “I’ve got my own cats to tend to.” And with that, Blackoutstar streaked forward, claws outstretched in order to rake them down the tom’s back. He hissed in shock in pain, but turned on Blackoutstar, lunging at him. He managed to tackle the leader to the floor, but before he could do any damage, the cat Blackoutstar had rescued scored one right at the base of his head. As the bulky skunked away, Blackoutstar gestured toward the battle with his head, ordering, “Good. Find anyone else that could use some assistance. Self defense comes last.” His words were stern and dead-serious, daring his warrior to disobey him. The warrior, Cricketstep, nodded affirmatively, high-tailing it out deeper into the blood-bath. Flicking his tail in satisfaction, Blackoutstar went the opposite way. Upon a high hill, Featherdance, StormClan’s medicine cat, bustled about, caring for fallen warriors and apprentices. Blackoutstar searched the numerous battered bodies for one particular pelt, but to no avail. “You haven’t seen Owlshadow by any chance, have you?” inquired the worried leader, hoping that his anguish hadn’t broken into his words. Featherdance looked up from her patient for a second, before dropping the herb from her mouth and mewing, “I’m sorry, I haven’t seen him since this entire mess started.” It was obvious the poor she-cat was worried about each and every clan cat, be it they were in her own clan or not. Frightened eyes gazed back at Blackoutstar, searching his own for any sort of consolation. In return, he stepped forward, resting his muzzle on the top of her head. “Do not worry, Featherdance,” muttered Blackoutstar, staying silent for a moment, before finally breaking the streak with, “I intend to end this idiocy as soon as possible.” He then stepped backward, allowing Featherdance to gaze back up at him, still having a glint of doubt in her eye. Although she cleverly attempted to cover it with a mask of hope, he was not so easily fooled. Without another word, Blackoutstar was off, picking through the battle once again. He managed to help out another apprentice, who had been double teamed by an apprentice and a warrior. “Have some dignity!” hissed Blackoutstar as the older opponent’s tail disappeared within a bush. The nerve of some cats, thought Blackoutstar in disapproval as he moved on. It felt as if he had rounded the battle ground twice, with no sign whatsoever of Owlshadow. (ooc;; If you’re wondering why he’s so important to Blackoutstar, it’s because he is his brother in this sample.) Oh Owlshadow. Where are you? Almost as if it where meant to be a response, a frightening screech reverberated throughout the entire battle, stopping most of the tussles transpiring. “Oh no,” murmured Blackoustar, rushing to the source of the howl. Upon arrival, he was instantly shot in the heart. It was Owlshadow, and he was looking rather sickly and bloody. He was defending a fellow StormClan warrior from two cocky MistClan warriors. “You can’t have her!” hissed Owlshadow, swiping at a warrior that had gotten too close. It turns out Owlshadow was fighting with Harmonysong, his mate. She wasn’t looking any better than her lover. Finally, Owlshadow managed to catch sight of Blackoutstar, his eyes widening in hope. One of the MistClan warriors perceived this as an opening, and took it, going straight for the deputy’s throat. “No!” hissed Blackoutstar defiantly, lunging right after him. As he landed upon the cat’s back, he tore it up well, being sure to throw in a few bites to extrapolate his disapproval. No matter how much the warrior writhed in pain and screeched, Blackoutstar did not let him go. He had been aiming to kill his brother! “Blackoutstar!” came a familiar voice, “Let him go. He’s had enough.” The infuriated leader looked up to see his brother, resting a paw on his haunch. Blackoutstar hesitated at first, feeling the warrior struggle against his grasp, until he slowly gave him slack, gradually allowing him enough freedom to run away. “Right then,” coughed Blackoutstar, “Let’s get all of this sorted out. We’ll have to find Devilstar.” Owlshadow nodded, brushing pelts with his brother as the two took off, Harmonysong close in tow.

[Novey]

people call me;; m y t h s t a r

i was blessed to be a;; f e m a l e

i have seen;; 2 9 m o o n s

Welcome to my world;;

there's no place like home. a voice chanted. it was a gruff males voice. one mythstar had never heard before. nonetheless, she listened intently. her home was stormclan, and she loved it. so this male was right. but why was he telling her something she already knew? it was confusing.

jolting awake, mythstar found herself in her den, his words emblazed in her mind. she would never leave stormclan, and she didn't need to be reminded that she loved it here. her dream was just another in the series that had started up a moon ago. it was always a different voice, saying the same message. mythstar was absolutely sick of them, but she knew she would always listen. maybe something big was coming...maybe something huge was coming today. who knew, though. mythstar forgot those dreams almost instantly.

walking out of her lichen covered den, pale morning sunlight cloaked the camp. she yawned and stretched, noticing the dawn patrol coming through the entrance. by the way they casually strolled in, mythstar knew there was nothing amiss. things were good in her clan, and she planned to keep it that way. shaking off some dew drops that had snuck through the cracks in her dens ceiling, she sauntered over to the freshkill pile, noticing how high it had gotten with the newleaf season. she proudly took a mouse, glad her clan was dutifully doing there jobs on a regular basis. picking her favorite corner, a corner of camp which was lined with beautiful rose bushes and covered in springy moss, she ate her mouse quickly and quietly. typical mythstar, never drawing too much attention to herself. she was just naturally quiet.

come time passed. mythstar had sent out a few hunting patrols and one border patrol, and felt the need to get out of camp right now. she never felt this need, but it was like someone of a higher position told her to leave. leaving her deputy in charge, she walked out of camp easily. the path she took a littered with leaves and grass, and the light casted a mythic sort of forest around her. lichen and lysteria contriscted around the majestic gnarled oaks around her, and she eventually wandered out by the border, lying down in the sweet smelling grass around it, she stared up at the darkening sky. birds fluttered past happily. mythstar suddenly wished she could fly.

a crack on a twig nearby sent mythstar spiraling out of her lazy thought. she got up quickly, looking around, and passed it off as nothing. but a few more cracks startled her, and she felt a rising wave a fear crash all around her. a figure appeared out of the woods, one she knew all to well.

it was her brother, bracken.

he had left the clan sometime ago, when they were apprentices, telling the leader clan life was not for him. she thought she'd never see him again. what was he doing back here? he noticed her almost immediately, and his amber eyes blazed with an emotion mythstar could not decipher. he strutted over, like her was king of the forest, and stopped inches away from her.
"mythpaw,"] he said evenly, obviously not knowing she had grown into leader.
"it's mythstar now." she answered haughtily. he chuckled, like this was all a game.
"congrats on leader, hun. but i have a proposition for you. one you possibly can't sya no to. especially to your own brother." he smiled goofily, but mythstar returned his smile with a glare, refusing to say anything. he took a breath and started his offer.
"i've started a band of loners in the forest. i want you, mythy dear, my sister, to come join us. we will rule." he said it like mythstar didn't have a responsibility to her clan. she rolled her eyes. why would he even offer that? she was leader. she couldn't just abandon her clan. her life. her reaction was immediately a no. didn't he expect better of her? it's not like she left the things she loved.
"never. i advise you to leave, unless you want me to tear your eyes out, right here and right now. why'd you even come here? she said primly, turining her back to him. he let out a hoarse chuckle and she began to walk away into the misty realm of stormclans territory. she wouldn't bother making sure he left. he had to get back to his band, afterall.
"i guess your right, sis. theres no place like home!" he called, not bothering to answer her question. mythstar stopped dead in her tracks.

theres no place like home.

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