Deathstorm walked through the dark forest,his feathers ruffled and bloodstained. He frowned,then continued to walk alone,wondering how he had gotten here. In life,he had been a ruthless killer,determined and proud,but after death,he was now nothing more than a wandering spirit,cursed to roam forever away from Starclan. He would never belong with them,no matter how hard he tried. He sighed,then continued to make his way towards the river,his long tail flowing behind him. Once there,his red eyes scanned the trees,now seeming paronoid. All around him,shadows seemed to glow in the darkness,but the forest was un-naturally quite. Ignoring the fact,Deathstorm looked down at his reflection,wondering what he had become. It had been years since he had seen his reflection. He didn't even recognize himself anymore. He hadn't meant to become evil..no.. It wasn't his fault. A low growl interupted his thoughts,causing Deathstorm to cock a brow. Curious,he tilted his head,but didn't move a muscle. Someone was coming,and he was sure of it. Without warning,a large shadow approached Deathstorm quickly,it's long hackle feathers seeming to glisten with blood. Before he could react,Deathstorm felt himself being pushed against a nearby tree,the breath knocked out of his body. A large claw pinned him against the tree,making escape impossible. "Now," An icy,yet familier voice boomed from beside him. Deathstorm growled and fixed his gaze on the newcomer,his hackles raised. He kicked desperatly at the air,trying to escape. The shadow laughed,his red eyes staring intently into Deathstorm's. "Escape is useless," "Try if you want,but you won't get anywhere."
Deathstorm froze,his eyes wide. "Who are you?" He demanded,hoping he wasn't who he thought he was. The rooster laughed again,this time putting an oversized triple spur to his neck,threatening to rip it open. "Who I am is no concern to you," He growled,starting to sink his spurs into Deathstorm's neck. Gasping for breath,Deathstorm looked at the small pool of blood forming at his feet. "You," He muttered the best he could,blood spilling from his beak. The rooster smiled and started to push his spurs deeper into his neck,making it nearly impossible to breath. "Yes,Deathstorm," "Revenge is great,isn't it?" His vision flickering,Deathstorm felt the rooster loosening his grip on his neck and he fell to the ground. "What?" He groaned,looking up. The rooster was now placing a sharpened claw onto his chest,making Deathstorm unable to move once again. Deathstorm closed his eyes and grimaced,wondering what to do. This is it.. He thought to himself as he felt the claws sink into his flesh,ripping at his feathers. "You were never worthy of being part of us," He heard the rooster say. "And now,you must pay.." No,he couldn't give up..atleast not this easily. Growling,Deathstorm reluctantly opened his eyes,ignoring the pain in his body. "Never!" Without warning,he started to claw at the large rooster,his claws soon becoming sticky with blood. "I think it is you who must pay," He muttered weakly,a bit of his old self appearing. The rooster,now wincing in pain,looked away,giving Deathstorm just enough time to get up. His feathers,covered in his own blood,were illuminated by the glow of the forest,making him appear to be a ghost. "Deathstorm,my old friend," The rooster growled,turning back around to face him. "There's no possible way you'll win this time." And with that,he rushed forward,ready to strike.
(Well,this turned out..weird..
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Deathstorm froze,his eyes wide. "Who are you?" He demanded,hoping he wasn't who he thought he was. The rooster laughed again,this time putting an oversized triple spur to his neck,threatening to rip it open. "Who I am is no concern to you," He growled,starting to sink his spurs into Deathstorm's neck. Gasping for breath,Deathstorm looked at the small pool of blood forming at his feet. "You," He muttered the best he could,blood spilling from his beak. The rooster smiled and started to push his spurs deeper into his neck,making it nearly impossible to breath. "Yes,Deathstorm," "Revenge is great,isn't it?" His vision flickering,Deathstorm felt the rooster loosening his grip on his neck and he fell to the ground. "What?" He groaned,looking up. The rooster was now placing a sharpened claw onto his chest,making Deathstorm unable to move once again. Deathstorm closed his eyes and grimaced,wondering what to do. This is it.. He thought to himself as he felt the claws sink into his flesh,ripping at his feathers. "You were never worthy of being part of us," He heard the rooster say. "And now,you must pay.." No,he couldn't give up..atleast not this easily. Growling,Deathstorm reluctantly opened his eyes,ignoring the pain in his body. "Never!" Without warning,he started to claw at the large rooster,his claws soon becoming sticky with blood. "I think it is you who must pay," He muttered weakly,a bit of his old self appearing. The rooster,now wincing in pain,looked away,giving Deathstorm just enough time to get up. His feathers,covered in his own blood,were illuminated by the glow of the forest,making him appear to be a ghost. "Deathstorm,my old friend," The rooster growled,turning back around to face him. "There's no possible way you'll win this time." And with that,he rushed forward,ready to strike.
(Well,this turned out..weird..
