death ends all { deathpaw }

[wildstar.]

"How is ThunderClan's new leader tonight?" a dark gray tabby tom murmured to himself, glaring at his reflection in a murky puddle. Already he was aging quicker than he was when he was a warrior or an apprentice. Being a leader was so tiring; he knew they aged twice as fast than any other cat around the lake. Sleep was vital to any cat, but even more so to a leader of a Clan. But at that night, he wasn't even tired. He was filled strangely with awe and thoughtfulness. Not long before, he had walked out of camp, casting a friendly farewell to the guard outside. He was cheerful then, but now, as he looked at the nasty mirror below him, he was filled with sadness. His once happy yellow eyes were dull and nearly lifeless, shocking the whiskers off of him. His ears were ragged and floppy, whiskers drooping with raindrops from the slight mist. Even though the moon floated high in the sky and the stars were shining brightly, Wildstar found himself melancholy and worried. It was mostly because of the ominous prophecy StarClan had given him the night of his leader naming ceremony. Then he had found out that Thornstar, the ThunderClan leader before Wildstar, was a decoy. And yet he went to StarClan. It filled the new leader with rage, which was built up in his chest. A leader couldn't be a decoy. No, a decoy couldn't be a leader. It was impossible! I hope that Crimsonstar, Hawkstar, and Blackstar aren't decoys. If one or more of them are, then all four Clans are going to be destroyed. For a moment, he wondered if he was the only non-decoy leader among the Clans. It was possible, but unlikely. According to StarClan, decoys were badly outnumbered by loyal, real Clan cats. But that was for now. How many decoys are in ThunderClan, I wonder? The tabby leader thoughts sent a shiver down his spine.

Wildstar looked up from the deep brown puddle. His yellow eyes gleamed in the deathly darkness. With a gentle swish of his tail, the tabby leader slowly stood up on his feet. Dark black claws digging into the spongy soil, Wildstar forgot about his worries and ran forward. He had been just outside of camp, but now his paws carried him toward the lake. He didn't care where he was going, as long as it was away from memories and water. Swerving to his right, Wildstar slowed his pace into a steady, neat trot. His paw steps brought fallen leaves to swirl into the air, then nestle back onto the dusty ground. The sweet wind brought them into the breeze, flying past the treetops and out of sight. A golden, crusty leaf fell right in front of his nose. With his warrior instincts, the leader leaped into the air and clawed at it. He caught it with one large, sharp talon and pinned it childishly onto a small rock. He grew bored of his kit-liked game soon after that, and just padded on until he reached the Ancient Oak.

The Ancient Oak was a huge, tall oak tree with enormous branches and broad, flat leaves. It stretched way above the largest cat's head. Wildstar had to crane his head way back just to see the top. It was like glaring up at the sky - that's how big it was. Any cat that would be mouse-brained enough to climb it would surely be badly injured. If not that, death would fall upon that cat. The Ancient Oak was a good source of prey, but a dangerous place to be at if a cat wanted to climb. I need to advice the Clan to not climb this tree. Especially the new apprentices and kits. The older cats should know by now, but they surely won't. And since there are a lot of apprentices this season, it is vital for them to know. Wildstar padded closer to the oak until he was a couple tail lengths away from it. He took a seat on a large root, imagining himself at a Gathering. At the next one, he would be the one to jump up on the Great Oak, not the fake leader Thornstar. There would also be two new leaders there as well - Crimsonstar and Hawkstar, RiverClan's and ShadowClan's new leaders. It worried the tabby tom that so many leaders were dying lately. Why is that? Wildstar thought. If I were Blackstar, I'd be worried. He's very old right now, and with three of the four leaders have joined StarClan in the past moon, I'd be cautious. He was glad he wasn't walking in Blackstar's steps. The WindClan leader was probably the oldest cat among the Clan cats. Every cat could tell this, since he had skipped the last couple Gatherings. He was a frail, old tom with a distinct white face. The more Wildstar thought about the three leaders deaths, the more he wondered what was happening. What's wrong with the Clans?


OOC: For Deathpaw only, please! Unless she wants to invite another cat, of course. So if you want to join this thread, just message her. Oh, and I made up the not-played WindClan leader last week. I decided to make him be called Blackstar.

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Her clanmates were asleep around her. How late was it? She glanced at the moon, it was a waxing moon --waxing crescent. Not too long until the gathering. She stood, moving like a shadow dodging tails and paws that fell into her way. Yes, her original name had suited her. Whisperkit, yes, not because her voice was that one could call quiet, but because she was a whisper in the breeze. A small voice that one would think of only in their head. Whispering melancholy and evil thoughts into the new kits' heads --yes, her role as a decoy suited her well, if not well, then it gave her the advantage to access the plans of others far in front --and later to figure out their strengths, and most definitely their weaknesses. As all around, Deathpaw suited her the best. To others, like her clanmates, it seemed as if a burden; but those like Swiftpaw and the decoy clan, well, it was a warning. And for that, she had to thank Thrushfur. Though, she still couldn't understand why he hadn't told Wildpath the reason for her change of name before he had died. Something told her that he had known of the path that Thornstar trekked. So, why not tell the deputy? Was he too young? No. That couldn't be it. She remembered Thornstar clearly, when Thrushfur asked for her change of name, he had questioned her. She was barely four moons old then, thus, she bent under his strong gaze. She vowed for that to never happen again. He had observed her thoroughly. It had felt as if she were a new piece of freshkill, probed to see whether if it was of a satisfactory degree, or if it should be thrown away. Apparently, she had passed the test. She then listened as he told her about his 'own clan' in which he wasn't the leader, but that they all had the same goal and strived for the extermination of soft-kittypet-like cats. That the clans would be reborn into a new era, united under one leadership. For a moment, he had seemed troubled. She spoke up then, asking if he were to be that cat. His eyes had flashed and for a moment, she thought that he was going to strike her there and then, giving her another reason for the renamed Deathkit. Alas, he didn't and seemed to hold back. Her question was left unanswered, and only later did she discover that the RiverClan deputy had her eyes on the position, and that he knew that she had much more potential then him --or so the rumor went. She continued to listen about what it took to be decoy. She tasted the word on her tongue, rolled it around and then spat it out. Yes, it fit this well. To be a decoy, was to ally one's self to those who would want to take over the clans. She liked this, and he saw that. He continued to explain that if she were to be a decoy, she would have a choice of medicine cat apprentice, which would be vital to their plan, or to be a regular warrior. Medicine cat did not suit her at all, and thus she choose the path of a warrior. "You must remain hidden," Well, no duh. She may be young, but she was smart enough to know that if you killed your parents, you better not tell anyone. He seemed to want to say something else, starting out with "The medicine cat wanted --," but he stopped to her extreme frustration, and even with her, well she thought, witty persuading, he wouldn't continue what he had started. How irratating! She was about to leave to think things over for herself, when a thought occurred to her. Who else in the clan were decoys? Did anyone know about them? Yes. There were others, but he left this for her to figure out, in which case, she didn't mind much, it would prove a fun game for the time being. Yes again, the medicine cat knew. He didn't know too much about himself, he had said, but he suspected him; better to treed carefully. He had already suspected her as well, apparently. And he didn't do anything about this?! She stared at her leader. Why? Because if he were to kill every cat in the clan, where would that get them? She was left to ponder that. "Does Wildpath know about the decoys?" --not yet. but he would soon, as Thornstar was old. He looked uncomfortable for a minute. "Whisperkit, if this is the path you would like to treed, there's no stopping you; but there are consequences, and those you love, may end up hurt, like --" his eyes looked at her, almost sympathetically, "Considering it's you, as the medicine cat may hint, it would best be at your most careful around Wildstar . . ." She had a feeling he meant this not only because of his position as the next leader. "There is a reason why Thrushfur remains silent, don't do anything to make him change his mind." Ah, nice, and what would that reason be?He wouldn't fu-ing tell her. And that's where she was now. She was sure Swiftpaw didn't have this 'oh-you're-special-because-you -could-be-the-one-to-disrupt-the-plan-we-decoys-have-worked -so-hard- on' Nice. Lovely. How else could she describe it? Downright irritating! She needed to think. What better place then somewhere alone? Her paws carried her forward. This decoy-thing. How exactly did Crimsonstar want to handle the increasing knowledge of the leaders and deputies, even medicine cats? Thrushpelt was dead at least. And of old age, good for him! In the end, he had kept her secret until his death. She kept vigil for him out of gratitude. Now she had to worry about the new medicine cat --how much did he know? She couldn't tell. Her eyes flashed and she started to run, her short legs carrying actually pretty quickly. And somewhere in the back of her mind, she found regret. No matter how hard she wanted to repress it, it circled her mind like a bothersome fly. Regret? Why? Why did she have to feel remorse now? It was too late! What was this feeling even for? Ah, yes, probably because she hadn't killed her sisters when she had the chance, yes, that was it. She slowed to a walk. You could blame her inexcusable actions and murderous attempts, that by the way, always came through true, on her sisters. They were pitiful creatures. And if not for their death, at least one of them most likely would have ended up as a decoy instead of her; but! She smiled cruelly. The couldn't have done it as well as her. Unlike her, the were as transparent as Warpaw, but at least to his luck, it was a full time job and no one would suspect him because of his history. But her sisters? Despicable. As a shadow fell across her face, she looked up. The moon had passed behind a cloud and the forest was dark as she saw behind her. Slowly, she walked into RiverClan territory. Creeping silently towards the island ahead of her, she jumped onto the log. Her claws dug deep into the bark, even she was invisible as to fall onto sharp rocks and get away clean. Slowly, she made way across. She would have seen that it was beautiful on the other side, if she had stopped to admire her surroundings, but no, she walked forward shrouded in darkness. As silent as she was, she couldn't help a few leaves crunching under her small paws; but it bothered her naught as no one possibly could be on the island at this time of night. Lost in thought, she came into the clearing, not really seeing anything, just her mental imagination --well, not until she was three foxtails in front of her leader. Wildstar! She wanted to hiss, what the hell was he doing here? Of all of the damned cats in the clans, it had to be him? Too late to hide now, he probably already spotted her. Dammit, this was a place she had wanted to think things out for herself, alone. What the hell? StarClan couldn't have taken pity on her and brought Swiftpaw instead? Ha, what a stupid thought --StarClan would never take pity on the likes of her, not ever. Wildstar! she squeaked, I-I didn't know you were going to be here. she hung her head, I'm sorry to be out alone so late, and of all places here, but I really wanted to see the gathering place! And-and-and . . . ., What a better place then somewhere alone? template by columba of on the edge [/style]

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[wildstar.]

Despite the threats of decoys, Wildstar was surprisingly full of peace. It was too pleasant being at the shore of the lake at nighttime and be in such a sour mood. It was impossible, he realized as a cold gust of wind ruffled his long tabby pelt. His lightning-yellow eyes gleamed in the midnight hour, contrasting against the darkness. They narrowed as he stared into the dark purple lake. The stars glimmered on the surface, the moon shimmering like some sort of waterlily. It was so beautiful to look at that he wanted to stay in that moment forever. But it would have been better if he had company, more so a she-cat. He was nearly three years old and he didn't even have a mate. Sure; he'd had a couple good times with ThunderClan gals, such as Larkfrost. But they were no more than happy memories which soon ended terribly. After they had loved each other for a couple moons, Larkfrost unexpectedly had kits. Just out of the blue. They were a little more than friends at the time. It ended their relationship and any future ones. Wildstar - Wildpath at the time - still wanted one made that he could settle down with, not switching to one after another. It bugged him that some cats had the nerve to do that sort of thing. He hoped he would never fall into a relationship like so. Wildstar didn't fancy being used, deceived, and lied to. With a switch of his ringed tail, Wildstar concentrated on the water beneath his toes once again, deciding not to dwell too much on the topic of she-cats.

It was a complicated world that they all lived in. Full of decoys, liars, cheaters, lust, cannibals, and creatures in disguise. She-cats who twisted a paw and could get a million toms padding after her. Twolegs who killed cats, dogs who chased them, badgers and foxes who attacked them. Life wasn't fair. StarClan themselves weren't fair. Somehow everything tied into each other, however. It amazed the ThunderClan leader that the Clans could still be existing after so many moons of struggle. But maybe the Clans would end soon. Maybe decoys would take over and destroy the Clans. The thought brought terrible images to his soft, young mind. Blood, warrior turning on warrior, mate on mate, so many deaths! But as StarClan had told him not too long ago, decoys were weak. They had a leader, but they didn't tell him who it was. Hopefully that cat wasn't in ThunderClan. I hope that there is no decoys in ThunderClan. If I every figure out if a cat is a decoy, they will be punished greatly - by death, over everything else. He was going to think about decoys more, but that was when he scented an apprentice. One was was deathly familiar. It was none other than Deathpaw, the newly-appointed apprentice. What was she doing up so late? Then, once she was done addressing her leader, Wildstar wore a devilish grin.

"It's fine, Deathpaw." A purr rumbled in his throat, loud enough for the purple-eyed she-cat to hear. "You can see the Gathering place from here," he meowed, gazing across the lake where, in the distance, he saw the Gathering place. Overhanging all of the huge trees was the Great Oak, a tall oak tree which the four leaders of the Clans sat in during a normal Gathering. He lost his somewhat-sly smile and replaced it with a sweet, kind one. "What are you doing up so late? You'll have a full day of training tomorrow, and I'm sure your mentor won't be very pleased to see you sleepy-pawed." Wildstar remembered when he was just a 'paw. It seemed like such a long time ago, but he was still young himself! But he was leader now. He was barely a warrior whenever he became a deputy. He had just received his first apprentice, Stormpaw. But Stormcloud was now dead. Wildstar's former apprentice suddenly disappeared not too long ago while out hunting. Could decoys have something to do with his death? Wildstar questioned, his yellow eyes suddenly growing larger at the thought.

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[wildstar.]

Stormcloud had been a proud, loyal warrior and a hardworking apprentice. If he had been just a bit older then Wildstar would have picked him to have the deputy position. The ThunderClan leader remembered when they had gotten up in the middle of the night just to train harder. Wildstar hadn't pushed the gray tabby tom, but only showed him what he could do and accomplish. Wildstar had been a good mentor then, just a young and inexperienced warrior. But Stormcloud had turned out decent. He was better than a lot of apprentices due to his natural skill and night training. That was all over. Gone, suddenly ended as quickly as claws unsheathing. Everything had been wasted! His warrior ceremony, sleepless nights... training. Everything. He stared out into the dark blue lake, frustration and anger lighting his fierce yellow gaze. ThunderClan wasn't to blame - it was the decoys. Anything that happened was their fault. They were to blame. Wildstar was just about to yowl his pain to the open purple skies when he remembered he had company. A certain company that was a purple-eyed, naughty young apprentice. She was up past her bedtime and was going to be in huge trouble. Deathpaw must have not been expecting the leader to be out in such an hour. Deathpaw. Such a horrid, vile name for a pretty little kit, he thought oddly, shaking in the colder breeze. Why had she been named that and why was it kept? It had all happened when he was just a deputy when she was thrown the name Deathpaw. If Wildstar was her in paws, he'd want his name changed. He didn't much fancy it. But maybe she did? She never seemed to regret the name as Deathpaw.

"Oh, it is, Deathpaw! It's even bigger up close. But you can see it soon. You and all of your other friends should be seeing your first Gathering. And it's almost time," he meowed, casting all emotions aside and taking a quick look at the moon, "for the next one." The moon was bright and nearly full, lighting up the oak forest. It was beautiful and off-white, with light gray freckles here and there. Wildstar had always been fascinated by the moon, much to the point why his warrior name hadn't been Wildmoon. Did the moon have a soul behind it? Each and every star did - although he didn't know which was Stormcloud's. As he took a final glance at the sky, he wondered which star held his former apprentice. That question would always bug him, and he would never know until death.

"Aw, I remember my first Gathering when I was Wildpaw," he murmured, forgetting all about being strict to the black apprentice. "There were better times back then. Me and my siblings were all carefree. There was more prey back then - but not so far back!" Wildstar chuckled with a huge grin. He wasn't so old that most couldn't remember. Actually, he'd grown up with a lot of the warriors that were there to this day. Either that or everyone was older than him. "And, just like you, I wanted to impress Streampaw and Bramblepaw - my littermates. We competed to see who would get to go to our first Gathering, since our deputy at the time sadly told us that only two of us would go. It turned out that Streampaw couldn't go. Bramblepaw and I felt so bad! But she got her turn the next time around," he meowed, purring loudly. Even though his brother and sister had turned their backs on him, Wildstar stilled talked highly of them. They didn't much care for him anymore, but he never stopped loving. When Deathpaw asked him what was wrong, he waited a second before replying, "Nothing is wrong. What made you get that thought?" He tried to play it off sweetly as if he didn't know what she was talking about, but he wasn't that sort of cat.

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[wildstar.]

There was an awkward moment of silence. Licking his lips nervously, Wildstar meowed, showing little emotions, "Streampaw and Bramblepaw? Like I said before," Wildstar tried his best not to sound snooty, "they are my littermates. Streameyes - that was my sister's warrior name - is dead. She died when Oceanpaw, my niece, was born." He realized that it was supposed to be a secret from all of the apprentices, and immediately shut his mouth. Oops! the Clan had kept it away from all of the cats eight moons and younger so that Oceanpaw didn't feel bad since she had "killed" her mother. Or she would probably think that if any cat ever told her. Pinning his ears back onto his striped head, Wildstar meowed quickly, "Oh, please don't tell anyone, especially Oceanpaw! She'd feel so bad!" Little did Wildstar know that his niece was actually a decoy, poisoned by her own father when he wasn't looking. When he would find out much later, when she's a warrior or even older, then he'd be heartbroken. With an icy flash of his eyes, he meowed slowly, "And Bramblepath... is my brother... He still ignores me and the rest of the Clan. That's why you hardly ever see him around. I don't even think he sleeps in his den at night anymore. Perhaps he doesn't belong in ThunderClan anymore...?" He would have continued on, but he was puzzled why she was looking at him funny again. He'd noticed it not too long ago, but he decided to ignore it so he could tell her about his siblings. But now he was genuinely confused why she didn't stop just glaring at him. It made it tabby pelt itch with... what? Those purple eyes just stared into him, making him feel very uncomfortable.

"I... understand what... you mean..." Wildstar muttered, yellow eyes wide and very kit-like. He couldn't take it anymore, so he finally questioned loudly, "Hey, why do you keep on looking at me like that?" His voice sounded very small and squeaky, and he hardly believed that it came from his own throat. While he was drowning in her odd-colored eyes, Wildstar remembered when Larkfrost had had her three kits - Whisperkit, Yellowkit, and Mothkit. When he had been a young deputy, Whisperkit had her named changed due to Thrushfur having a so called sign. With his last couple weeks of life, Thrushfur had gone quite mad. So much to the point that everyone was frightened of and for him. But Thornstar - that retched beast - decided to listen to his medicine cat by changing her name to Deathkit. Thornstar never told Wildstar why, he said that it had been just a sign. But he knew the former leader too well, and could tell that he was lying. They both were. But Wildpath at the time never questioned them, even though it still swims through his brain every now and then. And why had Larkfrost never told the Clan who the father was? She'd died with that secret - now Deathpaw would never know who her father was and she was stuck with a terrible name. He actually felt somewhat sorry for her, even though her life wasn't exactly the worse. Before Larkfrost had died, he wanted to tell her that he still loved her. But she was gone now, and same with Mothkit and Yellowkit. She would never know, and those kits would never see warriorhood. Or life. Who is Deathpaw's father? he wondered, gazing right back into those deep purple eyes.

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[wildstar.]

Deathpaw sure was an... exciting cat? It seemed like she was having a mental battle with herself - the poor thing. Wildstar was commonly know for not being compassionate or to have pity. He didn't get it when he was younger, so he thought they nobody else deserved it from him. But right now he was feeling that toward Deathpaw, which made his stomach churn angrily. He made a silent vow that he wouldn't feel that toward any cat, but here he was right now. The ThunderClan leader shook his head, closing his icy yellow eyes. Then he did something that he never expected he would do in front of an apprentice of his Clan - growl. It was low but deep, and sounded like something that came from a dog. His lips curled back, showing bright pink gums and glistening white teeth. When he opened his eyes, they flashed dangerously. Then everything was over. The snarl faded from his lips, and the growl slowly disappeared and everything was quiet. Deathly quiet. Wildstar was surprised that he was acting like this. What's wrong with me? And why is Deathpaw still staring at me with those purple eyes? It's kinda creepy, but maybe she's looking up toward me? Maybe she wants to be a leader someday, and she wants to use me as an example? He knew it was unlikely. Or maybe it wasn't. Every normal apprentice thought about being the leader or deputy of his or her Clan at some point in their life. It was only natural - Wildstar knew that he thought about it when he was a young warrior and older apprentice. So why couldn't Deathpaw? She had the leader-like qualities.

He wanted to apologize to the black she-cat, but he would look silly. With a small smile and a quiet purr, Wildstar murmured, "I don't know... Thornstar and Thrushfur kept it a secret from me, no matter how many times I asked them what was up." Did she know that there was a so called 'sign' why she was named Deathkit? Probably not - but he wasn't going to be the one to tell her. "I'm sure it was all for a good reason, although I'm not sure I would like it if I was named Deathstar. And maybe it does have something to do with your family. We'll never know, Deathpaw." An idea flashed through his head. He could talk to one of them in StarClan and ask them why she was named what she is. Thrushfur would be better, since Wildstar no longer trusted Thornstar since he was a decoy. But even if he did, he couldn't tell Deathpaw his findings. It was forbidden. But at least he would know it. The idea was so... tempting. And they weren't far from the Moonpool. Maybe they could go tonight. After a long pause, Wildstar meowed quietly, "No. You are crazed, a lunatic, mad, or anything. You're an apprentice... just an apprentice. A ThunderClan apprentice. Nothing more... nothing less."

Was Deathpaw sad? It sounded like she was sniffling or crying. The tabby leader looked over at her with concern in his eyes. Was something wrong with her? She seemed like something was bugging her - perhaps it was this conversation? Maybe they should change the subject. He opened his mouth to ask about how her training was going, but that was when she took his chance. She continued to talk about her family. I don't know! I don't know! How could I know? his mind screamed. He wished he could tell Deathpaw this, but it would probably upset her even more. But her second question shocked him, throwing him into in icy bucket of water. "I have no idea who your father is. Larkfrost never told me." He didn't tell her that he used to love her mother. As of now, it was none of her business. After a very long moment of hesitation, he finally meowed, "I look like your sisters? You still remember what they look like?" Wildstar peered into her purple eyes with slight curiosity. "How's your training going?" he asked, deciding to change the subject.