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The Exiles had become his home in October. For a little over two weeks, there had been three of them.... Loverslock, Honeypaw, and himself. They had grown, made friends. Jammal, mostly.... But James, Estelle, Sadie.... He had noticed his friend Honeypaw had started drifting. Which was sad, she had been a good Exiler - a scary thought.... Then.... he.... just didn't wake up.
Or, not really. He knew he was asleep. The last thing he saw was Nightflower leaving him in the clearing. Alone. No Blackplague, or... Blackchaos, or whatever he decided to call himself. The other lives weren't there either, he could see flashes of memories here and there, but that was it.
He could walk into the darkest parts of this forest and see here and there flashes of each lives history. See a death, feel loss, hunger, sickness... Put himself in the actual paws, saw through the eyes of his past lives. It.... certainly gave him some perspective. The bengal cat knew some by now - names, their families, everything. Others were mere glimpses and he couldn't piece those puzzles together.
There were flashes of his own life of course, his sisters, his large family, his father, his old home where no one probably missed him.... There was also flashes of things he wasn't sure how or why were going on. He assumed his body was in a coma. After all, if he couldn't wake up, and Plague and Chaos were somewhere around here fighting.... then his body had to be asleep. But he could see glimpses of the cave in the exiles. Could see Jammal, would look up at Dystopia on the leaders rock talking to him.... No Loverslock though, or Honeypaw. ... And he never heard his name.
Had to be warped dreams. It didn't make too much sense otherwise.
He wasn't sure how long this lasted. Wondering, looking through, watching and waiting in this weird dreamland of forest that still had no place that he knew of for sure... It could have been a few hours, a few days.....He had been in the Exiles for two weeks starting in October before he fell asleep.... But how long ago was that?
He had a lot of time to think. About his past, about his other lives pasts. ... What it was Blackchaos wanted. He decided that he didn't want someone possessing him just because they felt they weren't happy with their life. He wasn't going to give in to Blackchaos, even if he kept him here forever. It wasn't fair. He was happy Blacksmoke had gotten peace, but he doubted his eldest counterpart would be satisfied just getting closure.
Blackpaw also decided he wasn't going to stay in the Exiles... Jammal was nice, but they were the enemies of the world. Sure, he could be a solider, but he wasn't into all this death and carnage. He also doubted returning to his birth home would do him any good. BloodClan was nice when he had been an ambassador there. They were allies of his birth clan - maybe, or maybe not. If not BloodClan, somewhere else, he was sure... He had to find somewhere.
What about Loverslock? Would she come with him? Had she given up on him? He hadn't seen her before he fell asleep, he woke up one morning and she was just gone, Honeypaw had been pissed.... The bengal settled down under some bushes, trying to keep warm. It was getting colder every day....
Night and day were always the same here. He wasn't sure how long he slept, if it was really sleeping inside this dream or i it was.... well, another illusion.
He jumped, seeing a flash of color. Bright green eyes were watching him from the bushes nearby, his fur fluffed... Wait....
"... Plague?" The black narrowed muzzle of his guardian was scarred, his ear nicked - more scars than Blackpaw had ever seen on him before.
"It is time...."
"Time?"
".... Chaos and I. We've come to an agreement... It's time, Blackpaw." The tom leaned down, frowning at the apprentice. Blackpaw scampered after the larger male, following quickly and knowing better than to ask questions. He was confused, but he was sure that it would be explained to him...
The soil started to feel rough, the ground blistered as he followed his guardian to the sandy hallow where the two older toms had been fighting. Burns, frozen pieces of the ground - the whole place was scarred, trees were burnt down or crashed down or missing... jutted pieces of earth and rock... And in the center of it all was the golden and black tabby tom, watching them come closer.
"You have until your warriorhood. You will find a home, you will establish a life... When Greenleaf comes, Blackpaw, when summer has arrived...." Plague fell quiet.
"You will allow me time to find my beloved. I need to find her in this life. We will meet, Blackpaw Cor Leonis Sixx. Isis will be in mourning for Osirus.... The water will well over, the new year will start, and Sirus will come."
"...The summer solstice..." Plague whispered.
"... And if I disagree?" Blackpaw fluffed up.
Plague gave him a look. One that held so many different signals.... He wasn't sure what to make of it.
"You worry of me, child?! Ha! The traitorous SightClanner takes your body and runs a mockery, climbs the ranks of this stink hole - and you worry of me doing you harm? At least I want your life to continue. At least I am aware of you. He does as he wishes...!" Chaos was on edge.
Blackpaw was just confused. Then slowly he remembered... That blue point tom.... Nightflower.
"The three of us together, upon this agreement, can throw him out!" Force a possession to stop? Wasn't Nightflower apart of him? All three of them...? Could they really do that? "I will not help if I'm only going to be poisoned and attacked in my own lands."
Blackpaw was still thinking. Did Nightflower not remember their agreement? He had only just remembered it himself, he thought it was just a dream; but if it was true Nightflower was in control of his body until Blackpaw found the strength to fight Chaos. Which he didn't have.... Even now. He had no argument and the ancient warrior could destroy him easily if he could outcast Nightflower.... What would happen to the blue point?
"I...."
What choice did he have?
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Nightflower's body had curled up next to the dark brown tabby fur of Brackenwing. His dreams were simple, hunting, happy... He was jumping towards a thrush, claws outstretched before someone crashed into him. He looked up, fur on end as he looked up at - Darkstar?! He hissed, claws lashing trying to get the males thick fur - wait, no this wasn't Darkstar...! The male was a bit smaller tan himself, but managed to use his weight to knock him onto his back. Stomach vulnerable, Nightflower was desperately trying to knock the green eyes male off.
Blackplague. The name came to him, odd but familiar.
He finally knocked the male off, was quick to his paws when he felt teeth clamp on his hind leg. Blue eyes narrowed, the point turning and hissing at the spotted golden tabby there. Claws moved to lash out but the black tom returned to shove into him.
Nightflower felt stunned, stopping under the two pairs of green eyes staring him down.
From behind them sauntered a very odd feline, one like Nightflower didn't think he'd ever seen before. But he must have... as the males name flashed in his head.
The largest tom moved his claws forward, and everything went dark.
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Blackpaw woke, body feeling stiff, but warm. He was smaller than Brackenwing, but his body was his, green eyes looking to the tabby tom who had appeared just after Loverslock's disappearance. He stood, shaky, feeling a wave of nausea and dizziness.
He fell back onto the ground, ears flat... He should have been fine, Nightflower had eaten and drank as often as he should've to live... so why did he feel so.... sick? Was he sick?
OOC: Please note that Nightflower has been kicked out of Blackpaw's body but will be reappearing. I'm making his return thread tomorrow. Dystopia's RPer already knows and is okay with it! ^^
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