HOW I WISH [private ;; lionstar] THERE WAS ANOTHER WAY!

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    Ears were given to them at birth for a very good reason- to listen. Yet, when she had tried to warn them of their inevitable failure, what had they done with them? They used their ear canals as tubes to their brains, cramming only the notions they wanted to belive into their heads. Especially Lionstar, the most stubborn of them all. Perhaps she didn't know him as well as an assistant deputy should know their leader, but it had once been safe to assume he could make the right calls when it counted. Unfortunately, he had put her clanmates and their little group's existance behind his own pride.


    The mind was such a delicate thing. It was a shame the tom hadn't taken better care of his when there was the chance. Now, there was nothing left but for Miss to fix it for his own good. The battle raged behind her, Mizupaw's cries pierced the air as he was being burned alive by the home team and the mysterious lady turned away. This battle was already lost, but there was still time to prevent motr damage from being taken and prevent another battle.


    Diving and slinking through the masses of battling cats, she headed for her target. He'd just arrived to the battle, trying to make sense of the mess that had started without him. "Lionstar!" Should he be distracted, the urgency of her yells could confuse him into a temporary spell. "You need to help me. They've taken her- Raelyn! When I wasn't looking. You need to help me get her back." Tears began to ebb at her waterline before she choked, briefly aiming to duck into his chest fur in unconsolable despair. "I can't let her go again." After a heartbeat, she tore herself away and dashed behind the cover of a pile of boulders on the Exiles' mountain, where the supposed captors had gone.
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    "He stalks like the night,
    He sings like the four winds!"


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    [abbr=Lionstar/Sir Lion - Grandson of Grim, 1st Deputy of RiddleClan, son of Dreadwing - Immortal (7/9) - Male - Skeleton King of The Skulls - Former Leader of RiddleClan]Info[/abbr] - [abbr=Shape-Shifting/Multiple Possessions: Domestic Cat (birth body) - Lion - Black Elk - The Beast (1,500lb) - Forest Dragon (24,000lb) ⁞ Spirit Absorption - 7/9 ⁞ Glowing white eyes that go multi-coloured with angry, sad, etc ⁞ Soul is fused with The Beast ⁞ Super Strength ⁞ Elemental Powers ⁞ Memory Manipulation ⁞ Time Control]Powers/Mutations[/abbr] - Combat Info - Items


    Speech in Bold ⁞ Attack in Red
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    The smell of battle wafted across Lionstar's senses, an aroma he had known since his birth within the Tribe Where Omens Fall. It drew up old memories and instincts that wanted to swell to the surface. The cries and bellows seem to be erupting from all around as he arrived behind schedule. An unfortunate event due to his slowness caused by his age.


    Seeing that they were up against the poor odds he inwardly began to call upon his other half, The Beast. He needed he demon more now than ever, and that creature was more than happy to oblige as well.


    The golden tom's form was in the process of distorting, knotted antlers growing slowly out from his skull and his fur falling away to reveal the bark flesh of The Beast. But the process came to an abrupt halt when Miss Havisham made her appearance. The Beast fazed away and his form returned to that of a simple feline yet again.


    Seeing her looking so distressed caught his full attention, blinding him to the rest of the world during that brief time.
    "We'll get her back, I swear!"
    He replied with urgency before he took off after her without a second thought. The elderly tom bounded across the grass, slipping past the chaos that reigned all around. His form slid behind the collection of boulders and he slowed as he tried to locate the female.

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    "He is the death of all hope!
    He is the one that steals the children!"


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    The smart thing would have been to capitalize that time. Use it to go over the plan: Slip into the elder's mind, tweak a few things, and duck back out before the battle was over. Yes, it would be a delicate process, but she trusted her moons of practice at her trade. The hardest part would be establishing a connection and carefully navigating around the thin membrane she wasnted to work with. Miss didn't try to manipulate mind on the daily, of course. Mizupaw would be waiting on her hand and foot otherwise, but proclan kits were more than willing to be her guinea pigs as she plucked them from their homes and brought them to the Skulls. The latest results were more positive than now, Birchcub being the prime example. It had been about a moon and he still didn't remember his past life, nor did he question his commitment to her.


    But instead of thinking those useful thoughts- it occured to her that everything was moving very quickly at this point. Everyone was hyped or distracted in some way. The look in Lionstar's eyes as she begged him for help told her he didn't suspect a thing. Unsheathing her claws and slashing his throat open, well, it wouldn't be difficult. Not any more difficult than what she had already done to Remilia. A sudden shudder threatened to rip her body apart. No, she couldn't go through that again. As much as she wished it were a lie, acting without remorse was not her default setting. It had already been difficult enough to set this up.


    The calico slipped behind another jutting stone to hide her from immediate view. The skull king had never wronged her. Despite the fact that she caused controversy with her opinions and challenged almost everything, he'd promoted her. There was never any obligation to. Did he do it out of genuine appreciation? The prize she had won was Remilia's promise to uphold, not his. Perhaps it had all been a simple manner of honor. In any case, he had made a mistake. Becoming the bishop, or leader, had been her dream since she could remember. It was what her life had been leading her up to, and he signed his own destruction by bringing her closer to it. Establishing her leadership after Remilia would have been troublesome, since she was only a Skull at the time of her dissapearance, but power changed everything. It was the same power that reassured her to follow through. There was no being alive more qualified or driven to lead, to rise up the ranks. This was the only merciful way to assure it.


    So when he came into view, Miss Havisham was ready. Mental connection went much smoother when paired with physical contact. He was probably going to be a little squirmy with adrenaline, however, so a simple touch to hold him in place would have to do. When he trotted past her, she childishly stuck out her paw. Success could come in the form of a trip, or some form of halting the moving feline. If it happened, she'd come out of hiding to face him and nudge his muzzle in position. In any other context, what she planned to do next would feel awkward. Hopefully she could touch her nose to his before he reacted.


    [i got sidetracked from the action i'm sorrY. ;w;]
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