mysterious tom with darkened past; can he be trusted? (open to everyone)

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    It was dark.


    Really dark.


    I blinked open my eyes, the world spinning around me. I squinted through the hazy fog, struggling to see the surrounding area. Where was I?

    I stumbled to my paws, my head soaring into an unbelievable headache. I hissed as I felt the bile raising my throat, whipping my head to the side at the last second. As I relieved myself of the awful headrush, I attempted to gain a memory of where I was, what I was doing here.


    My paws steadied themselves on the ground. As I slowly regained consciousness, memories piled on top of me like a stack of heavy bricks, throwing punches at me from side to side. My eyes narrowed into slits as I regained my identity, peering into the darkness. I was in a clearing, all four sides of me covered my trees. It looked normal, yes.


    But it was silent. Not a single sound. No prey chirping, squeaking, or rustling. No fish splashing, or yowls of hissing cats, or even snap of a twig. Everything was... dead.


    I reeled back, my black head whipping to the sides. "Am I dead?" My voice whispered hoarsely.

    IC: Maplewhisper stalked throught the long grass she had a scar over her right eye she didn't know exactly why she was brought to the dark forest when she died as far as she knew she hadn't killed any-one well if killing three rouges and one of her sister's kits because she want kits of her own didn't count a least

    [fancypost bgcolor= silver; border: 200px; border-radius: 30px; color: black; overflow: auto; width: 350px; height: 230px; margin-top: 20px] She was new herself, not dead, but visited every now and then. Stalking over in the misty atmosphere, the she narrowed her oak wood eyes. They sparked for fights, to kill and destroy. She had planned to perform a revolt, one upon a clan leader, but unfortunately called it off because of not enough volunteers. Luckily, she would continue to train here in the depths of evil to perform her actions. Yes, down with Kinked.


    Padding up to the she with her invisibility flicked on, the clouded leopard spoke, voice smooth and deadly calm. "Hello," she mewed, flicking her powers off to reveal a spotted feline, much tall than the other. "You may be dead, you may be alive and dreaming. The point is, you're here because you wanted to do evil or already did. You may want to start training right away." With a smirk that revealed rows of daggers, the she lashed her long tail, claws unsheathing. This would be fun. A place where she could do as she pleased without worrying about here precious reputation.[/fancypost]

    I stared at the two she cats, returning my attention to the first. I may be new here, but I sure as hell wasn't taking orders from anyone. Instead, I curled my tail over my black paws, glaring at the cat who had spoken.


    I had heard tales whispered to the kits after nightmares, or the raggedy voices of elders telling the apprentices. But never had I imagined that a Hell like this..


    was real.


    I wasn't composed and cool as I should have been, probably appearing as a downright fool in front of the cats. But I didn't like the way she spoke to me, as if she were my leader. If I was dead, I vowed to myself, I wouldn't be ruled over again for all of eternity.

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    [fancypost bgcolor= silver; border: 200px; border-radius: 30px; color: black; overflow: auto; width: 350px; height: 230px; margin-top: 20px] "Not gonna say * huh," she inquired. She shrugged. "Whatever. Your second death. I was going to help you, but I guess that's not needed. How'd you die?" A valid question for a stubborn soul. The clouded leopard seated herself, eyes still trained on the other. Might as well know the feline until she decided to kill it. Again.[/fancypost]

    I refrained myself from snorting, my eyes clouding over stormily. "Killed myself." I replied shortly, my voice filled with tension. I stood, peering around the area. "It was quite fun talking to ya.. but I must be on my way." My lips curled into a feline smirk, before I trounced away, off into the dark, beckoning forest.


    I looked around, my neck craning to find any visible sunlight. None. My claws slid out in the faint trace of worry, not knowing where the * I was. Is this really Hell? I shook my head, my eyes narrowing, straining to search for some sort of shelter.

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    [font=georgia][color=red] Killersword had been watching from the dead shrubbery..His sabertooth fangs wouldn't help if he was attempting to look nice to the kit..He soon gave up, facepawing himself.
    "For goodness, or should I say, for badness sake.."He murmered, licking his jaws as if he had just eaten a tasty morsel.He stepped out, revealing himself.
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    I snorted in exasperation, my eyes rolling. "How many of you, are there?!" I stood straight, not intimidated. Instead, I chortled a short laugh. I was dead, anyways. I no longer had to care about being the part coward I had died as.


    I glanced around him, still searching for an exit. My paws itched with renewed energy; I felt as though I could run for miles, without tiring. Being dead does that to you, I guess. My body twitched and fidgeted impatiently as I waited for a response.

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    [font=georgia][color=red] Killersword's ears twitched, his tail curling up.
    "A fair few.."He trailed off, eyes rolling and his voice laced with sarcasm..."In other words, loads."He replied, eyes flashing.The tom had never been known here as a social cat, or sane.His eyes twitched as he made out another cat, but it was an illusion that only his crazed eyes could see in his world of madness.His fur bristed, and he hissed in the direction of the figure.But as he made an attempt to tackle the illusion, it dissapeared like frost on a warm morning.Cursing loudly he returned to the kit, muttering rude words under his breath.
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    [fancypost bgcolor= silver; border: 200px; border-radius: 30px; color: black; overflow: auto; width: 350px; height: 230px; margin-top: 20px]"I think I'll eat you," Stormflame shrugged, oak wood optics flashing their death glare. "and you obviously haven't rumbled with a cat before. F*ing really? I've killed TONS and what have you done? Oh *ing well. Yeah, kill you or shred you. Either works for me really." The cat would be dead meat and there was nothing that could stop her.[/fancypost]

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    [font=georgia][color=red] Killersword's ears twitched, his tail curling up.
    "Speaking of snacks..."The tom flicked his tail, dragging the Starclan apprentice along that he was plotting against."Fat Starclan apprentice..Cat's would think that you were a spoiled kittypet.."
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    Okay.
    This is just odd.


    I blinked my eyes a couple times, trying to wake up. These cats were insane. It was kinda making me angry, too. Who did they think they are? He didn't kill himself just to be ruled over by some measly 'threats'.


    I stood tall, the fur on my spine standing straight and bristling. "Listen here," I spat. "I suggest you lay off, and quit acting like you run this place." My words had a chilling effect, calm yet forceful. I glared at the two cats, my claws begging to lash out. "I will not take orders nor listen to you lot," I growled. "I'm dead, and shall not ever be afraid again."

    [fancypost bgcolor= silver; border: 200px; border-radius: 30px; color: black; overflow: auto; width: 350px; height: 230px; margin-top: 20px]Empty threats eh? She turned to her fellow Dark Forest clanmate and smiled. "Mind if I take a bite," Storm asked, "after I deal with this kid?" She rose, stretched, and pounced, claws extended. They seemed long as daggers like her teeth, and her strength was most likely the greatest here. Years of battle training loners had taken her in and taught her what thry knew. Now she would use them to kill kill kill. Her speed was like a snake strike, split second delay and you're dead.[/fancypost]

    I was a RiverClan she-cat with two litters of kits, but I was dead. How had I come to be in the Dark Forest or Place of No Stars, you ask? Well, here it goes.First, I killed the medicine cat of my own Clan. Then, I killed three of my kits : Minnowpaw, Silverpaw, and Stormpaw. Then, I killed my mate, Crookedjaw. Then, I killed my sister, Fernlily. Last but not least, I killed the Clan leader. That is how I came to the Dark Forest after I myself was killed.

    I may look like a soft kittypet, but I'm a mean, lean, fighting, killing machine if you mess with me. I now have a Dark Forest pupil : a brown tom named Raggedkit. Yes. I mentor my own kit. He was the last kit that I had ever had before being killed.

    "Well, well, well, Raggedkit! You're shaping up to be a rather fine Dark Forest warrior, a fine one indeed!" I praised my kit and apprentice. I purred as he lapped at my ear. Even though he was a kit, he was almost half as big as me.