WHO KNEW THIS WAS WHO I REALLY WAS. --- murder; open

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    Battlepaw was content with his life, everything seemed to be swinging his way. Sure he had a bit of a broken past but hell, who didn't? Besides the scary clowns of his past Battle was alright. He was getting close to people, by people he meant Syl. He was making friends with other people, mate, he was making girls blush just by winking at them. The cougar was living the good life, or so he thought. Remember that seizure he had? Well, that wasn't a one time thing.


    The heavily armoured cougar roamed the borders on a solo border patrol. A skip to his step and a smirk planted permanently on his maw. That was until he dropped like a rock. Falling into another seizure as his body convulsed and the voice returned. "I'm back kiddo, remember me from last time, YA know Castiel kinda ran into your body" a laugh escaped the demons maw that only Battlepaw could hear. Finally his body stopped shaking, but whoever was in control, it sure as hell wasn't Battle. [b]"Ah, now this is more like it" the voice that came out of the Cougars maw wasn't his own and his eyes had turned a pure black. Castiel rolled Battlepaw's shoulders back with a satisfying pop and a smug smirk took over his maw. "Time to raise some hell Kiddo"


    Castiel was clearly in control with Battlepaw trapped within his own body. A hostage to his mind, a panick that he had never felt before possessing him. One that reminded him of the circus "get out of my body you son of a * Battle yelled over and over but it made no difference. He was no long in control.


    Castiel continued wandering across the border when he came across a rogue, a serval. The animal was smaller than him and it wasn't planning on joining. At least, it wouldn't be able to when he was done with it. The armoured cougar leapt forward sword in maw. His sword penetrated the servals stomach impaling it into the ground. Castiel didn't think, he didn't feel he didn't even try to empathise. He used his claws and teeth to tear into the serval until it's internal organs were scattered and it's eyes gouged out.


    With that Castiel dropped onto the floor in yet another seizure, his body spaziming for a few moments until Battlepaw was once more in control. The cougar stood up shakily. Looking sick the blood covered cougar stepped backward. His maw hanging open and his ears flat against his head. He felt tortured, the servals blood dripping from his chin. [/fancypost]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 7pt;][hr][justify]Sylmae, having been the strange type of female and maybe slightly overprotective friend had been following Battlepaw that day at a safe distance of maybe ten feet, now wanting to be too close to him in case he realized he was being stalked by the small snow leopard, and that could sometimes turn people away. She flicked her tail and almost screamed when he dropped to the ground and started having a seizure, his voice sounding strange when the demon took over. Like it wasn't him. Watching the whole scene play out in front of her eyes, it was kind of weird and very scary. She didn't like to think that her friend was in danger and so, at the final seizure, after having watch him murder someone, she slowly stepped out, her eyes hesitant. Of course it was just a random NPC serval, maybe an enemy, but he had just killed it for no reason.


    There was no trespassing that she could have seen. "Battlepaw.. You.." She said and glanced towards the dead creature impaled by his sword. She felt sick to her stomach as she stared at him, not sure what exactly to say in a time like this. It hurt her to think that her friend was a murderer and maybe just acting so sweet and hurt because he wanted attention. [/fancypost]
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    What Battlepaw felt right now, wether Sylmae could tell or not, was fear and hatred mixed into one. He didn't understand why this had to happen, to him of all people. He knew he didn't do that and every time he went to day it was a demon his mouth would clamp shut. All he could do in that moment was stare. His paws taking him backwards until he hit a tree. His gaze flicking wildly to Syl. [b]"T-that wasn't me, I swear, I wouldn't"     panick filled his gaze as his mind fell into flash backs of what Castiel did. [/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 460px; font-size: 14px][justify]"Oh my god ..." The girl had sensed something bad, and immediately made her way to where she had sensed the feeling. Her seismic sense could outline the dead body on the ground, and she could surely smell the blood. Babe gazed over towards Sylmae and Battlepaw slightly, blinking gently. "What happened." The black smoke stated, her voice not very questioning but more shocked.

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    Patrick Darling-Harbringer-Noctem
    Ic: The young serval felt something contort in his stomach. He felt sick at the sight of a dead body, one of his own species aswell. "Holy smokes" the cub murmured in horror, coming to stand by Sylmae.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 7pt;][hr][justify]Sylmae stepped back away from Battlepaw a bit, her eyes narrowed, hesitant. "What happened, Battlepaw?" She said, her voice stern as she glanced over at the impaled cat. For all they knew, that could have been a joiner that he just wanted to kill and that wasn't right. She didn't know what was going on but she really didn't like it.[/fancypost]
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    "It wasn't a Noblelander, thankfully." Léon observed the dead serval, his eyes narrowing. He gazed at the shocked looked on Battlepaw's maw, knowing that something else was going on here. "If he's telling the truth he could've been possessed, but it he wasn't.. Well, like I said, it wasn't a clanmate." The scene reminded the Lord of a few days back, when he had obtained his wings and killed numerous mercenary ncp's. Of course Léon had had a reason to kill them.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; font: 13px georgia; text-align: justify; line-height:95%; width:470px; margin-top: -10px;] "Err, why is everyone freaking out..?" They were an anti-clan, no one here should get worked up over the simplest of tasks. What if he killed someone? Would he be punished for that? Arsen approached in his tabby body, awkwardly standing there like a weirdo.



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    "Exactly, we're an anti-clan. Do you think everyone else gets tongue tied at a death in Bloodclan?" Léon had to agree with Arsen, this wasn't something monumental. "If we want to start attacking and raiding other clans we're going to have to toughen up at bit." A smirk slightly quirked on his handsome features, he wasn't being stern, just practical.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 7pt;][hr][justify]Sylmae glanced back at Leon and growled lightly before she padded away. Fine. If they wanted to enjoy the death of someone who could have been a potential joiner or anything of the such, then so be it but she wasn't taking part in it. Call her soft-hearted all you want but she was no murderer.[/fancypost]
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    why was everyone being such pansies about death? while it seemed like rosepaw often disagreed with leon's words, he had to take to his half-brother's side for this one. a shame rosepaw was more of a guy of few words, though. "leon's right. we're an anticlan." the knight stated with a lazy roll of his slender shoulders.


    Patrick Darling-Harbringer-Noctem
    Ic: Well, shoot me. The youngster bit his tongue. He had forgotten that they were an anti-clan. Perhaps it was the lack of conflict and such that it had slipped his mind. However, being a kid meant he was still to be shocked by such things as it wasn't that much of a natural occurrence to him.


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    She didn't exactly prefer 'bathing in blood' like many of her clanmates and actually murdering, but what they said.. it had a ring of truth to it. But she had lived here for, well, too long, and it really didn't matter who liked killing or not. Usually those most loyal and passionate to their clan wasn't a mind boggled maniac serial killer. "Give the man a chance to explain." She approached with a glance in Léon and Rosepaw's directions, before turning to Battlepaw for an answer.










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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 375px; color: #ddccbb; font-size: 8pt; line-height:95%; text-align: justify; margin-top: -10px;][b]"And why the hell would we even care about a goddamn explanation?"     demanded Katy as she stomped over. [color=#cc3333]"This is why RiverClan of all Clans is beating you all up! You're all a bunch of fucking babies who can't stand the sight of blood! If you're throwing a fit about this, then maybe I should reenact some of the things I've done in my lifetimes! I bet that would give you pathetic fucking wimps a reality check!"
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 460px; font-size: 14px][justify]"Mhmm." Was all Babe said, shaking her head. Pansies. Yes, an effective word that really hurt her. She could take blood, she could take pain and she could take every emotional attack that came to her. But honestly it was just ... dumb. Why did everyone have to be so agressive all the time. They were animals, it was hunted or be hunted, but that didn't mean hunt without a reason? That was someone's life, their dreams and goals vanishing with the swing of a sword. And she would just continue to give that low hum, sighing and closing her eyes.

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    Battlepaw had no idea what to say, Sylmae was obviously pissed at him. Everyone besides Leon was questioning him and it was getting confusing for him. Then Katy came along and started yelling which didn't really surprise him all that much. They were right though, they were an anti-clan. He was just surprised considering he hadn't done it. It hadn't been him. So he would still give them the explanation they deserved. [b]"I don't know"     was his first response "I know we are an anti-clan but I-i didn't do this. Well. I did but you know what I mean" he muttered anxiously. This wasn't how he expected his so called new beginning to go. [/fancypost]
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