Breaking Moonstruck (OPEN)

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    (A short explanation:)


    Moonstruck is a red, (as in blood color) winged she-cat with grey flaming eyes, who is hated because her job is to make sure cats who get lost stay lost or find their way and trees that kill cats fall. Her job is to control the strings of fate; the strings fate are in the void, where you go when you die, if you're gonna be reborn. The void is the place separating the world of the living and the world of the dead. The Void will constantly stay strong if she doesn't mess with the strings of fate. But, cats hate her because she refuses to budge, not sparing lives.


    What they don't realize...


    Is that they are about to push her too far...


    And when she is pushed too far,


    The Void dissolves. If it dissolves, there is nothing, nothing, separating the two worlds.


    And that has deadly consequences.

    Feathertail stared up at the moon, having an itchy feeling inside her. She waved her tail thoughtfully, the gears in her brain turning rapidly.
    Something is about to happen soon, I just know it.
    Finally, the Thunderclan medicine cat sighed, and turned back to get some rest in her small but quite comfortable den. Still, the she cat had a feeling that, not long, something was going to occur. Something dangerous.

    Moonstruck padded into the camp. It was a void check, where she had to stay in a chosen clan for a few days while the void was strengthening. She pushed a spherical, smooth stone that floated just above the ground in front of her, the Spirit Stone, who was her only company in the void. It showed her any place at any time, even memories, but also had a personality.


    She looked around the camp in silence, the shadows of the walls around her hiding the darkness in her eyes. The flame that surrounded her eyes lit them, but just barely. She pushed the heavy stone to a far corner of camp, and curled onto the cold, gritty stone, turning her back to the clan. She just wanted to go back to the void. Her wings twitched. She may kill cats, but she had feelings too. The clans didn't seem to realize this, and thought she was as cold and hard as ice on the inside, with no feeling at all.

    Feathertail awakened with a twitch of her tail. She sniffed, and found an... unfamiliar scent floating in the air.
    Someone's here... Someone who's not from here.
    She silently strolled out her den to search for the newcomer. The camp seemed to be a bit.. brighter. Out of the corner of her sharp eyes, the medicine cat spotted the unknown cat who had arrived without notice.
    Oh, there's an unknown winged cat in our camp. WAIT!? A [u]winged[/u] cat!!??
    There was only one explanation for this. Feathertail whipped her whole body in the cat's direction and hissed.

    Moonstruck stayed in the same position, curled up with her back to the most of the camp.


    "Calm yourself, clanner. I'm only here for a few days. I may be strange, but I'm no threat." Her voice was rough from years of yelling out arguments and screaming out her anguish, deep and throaty, kind of like a growl. She curled up even tighter. "Just leave me to my memories."

    Feathertail growled. Do not to trust a cat with wings and a rough throat. For a while, the medicine cat stayed there, but she lost interest and would dare to ask one question:
    "Who are you?"

    "Moonstruck, the evil cat who guards the strings of fate." She sat up, her scruffy fur messy with dirt. She was large, and loomed above the medicine cat. "Be careful," she hissed sarcastically, "I might kill you. That's what everyone fears." Her eyes were gray as stone, and for a moment sadness rippled through them, faltering the scrutinizing look she gave Feathertail. She looked away for a moment, "Everyone fears me." Her voice dropped to a whisper, "Everyone fears me as though I'm some kind of monster instead of a cat, with no feelings other than hate and blood lust."

    "Ah, I've heard of you." The medicine cat whispered. She looked away, as if the flames in the eyes of the winged cat burned her. "You're the cat that everyone fears.. and hates."


    OOC: gtg

    (Ok)


    Moonstruck curled up again, her nose under her tail. "Oh yes. Every last one of you. Simply because I do what I'm told to do. Simply because I do my job." A single tear rolled from her eye. Her voice sank so low, not even the best of listeners could hear: "And no one cares to think what I went through to get here. No one cares what I lost or what happened to me before I ended up in eternal life... or, rather, eternal h___."

    Feathertail didn't exactly know what to say next. Instead, she stood there in frustration and thought for a long moment in silence. Her head was spinning. She knew this cat was related to her. Somehow.
    Think, think as hard as you can..
    Suddenly, a faint memory whipped up into the mind of the she-cat. Her eyes drew wide with astonishment and excitement, all with the distant feeling of fear mixed up with them.
    "You're-" she started. But then, something epic but very dangerous happened.