blood must have blood (dream)

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    He was only a boy.


    The dark pelted one had slipped into many dreams of late. Her silver eyes had seen through them. They were weak. They needed to be made strong. She would lead them. Her best soldiers were already courting their leader and their healer's apprentice. But she wanted more power. She wanted a lineage, a dynasty. And there were only two who fit the bill. Once she slipped into the golden boy's dream, he wasn't hard to lead into her territory. A few butterflies was all it took.


    Afterall he was only a boy. But she would turn him into a warrior.


    &&&


    There were these beautiful butterflies that he had been following, they were so blue. It was enchanting. He wondered if there were any in Darkclan. Or was this just a dream thing? They flew quite fast but he did his best to keep up, reaching them before they fluttered into the mist that encased a forest. Hornetpaw followed loyally. He didn't find it frightening to be surrounded by so much of the substance that he could not see. It was homey to him. Darkclan was like this too.


    He continued to follow the creatures as best as he could. Soon they rose up and the mist swallowed them up too. He turned back to exit the forest, to return to the meadow and play. But his path was blocked. She was in his way. "Hello, I'd like to go back to the meadow. I'm going to play leader. Do you want to come?" He asked, voice sincere.


    I have something to tell you Hornetpaw. After that you can go and play leader. She said, voice as smooth as her pelt. Hornetpaw nodded, what was the harm, he could play later. "Okay."


    Good. I came here to tell you that Starclan chose you to be a very special part of their next plan for the clans. You can be a great warrior someday. You can make your father proud. She shifted her weight back and sat down, silver gaze watching him. You will have to train extra hard. In waking and sleeping. It will be hard but you will grow strong.


    His pelt prickled. "I... I have no father." It was in a beaten tone.


    Oh but you do. One very powerful. Cherrystar of Darkclan. Said the female.


    His posture changed and she noted the brightness in his eyes. "R-really?" He meowed in disbelief.


    Yes. Now return to the meadow and play. Do not tell anyone but your closest of kin. She ordered, dissolving into the mist.


    The small apprentice sucked in a breath as the feeling of falling took hold. His green eyes opened to see the walls of the apprentice den.
    [spoiler=info — updated 01/16]
    GENERAL:
    & HORNETPAW | HORNET | MALE
    & Bi-curious
    & 6 moons | DOB: November 20, 2016 | Next aging cycle: Jan. 31, 2017
    & Apprentice | Title | Unofficial Title
    IMPORTANT FACTS:
    & has anxiety from his recent kidnapping
    & storyteller
    RECENT EVENTS:
    & was recently promoted to apprentice half a moon early
    PHYSICAL:
    & DOMESTIC CAT | health: 98%
    — ginger pelt with white front paws and some white on chest and chin, bright green eyes
    — major injuries:
    — minor injuries: small scratches on back
    PERSONALITY:
    imaginative | timid | chatty | playful
    RELATIONSHIPS:
    & Single | ½ nope
    & Quinn x Cherrystar | Generation 2? | Mentored by Weaselheart
    & Brother of Flowerkit and Patchkit
    INTERACTION:
    & easy | 0% fighting skill | 0% hunting skill
    & Battle Dynamics: will run away or cry
    & Attack in #BE9B5C
    & Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.

    [center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0;text-align:justify;color:lightgrey;width:75%;]It hadn't been long that Cherrystar soon recognised the messenger of his dreams. She spoke to him in a fluid tongue, and her voice trailed sweetly at every word. "Build DarkClan to become stronger. That is my will." The fem had always seemed to speak to him in a faltering pattern, as if the pain of her heart struck back at him. But he knew where his dreams had come from. The Dark Forest itself. Yet they knew Cherrystar had known this too. The flame point had been too battered and tormented to reject the immoral religion, and instead opened up to it with a welcoming smile. This was his fate, to tear his Clan to the ground and burn a new light into the souls of his brothers and sisters. They would see things for the first time the way Cherrystar perceived the world, and his pain would be their pain.


    Right now he was still in his own mission, searching for the sinners who still lurked in his territory and spread whispers of poison. First he planned to remove of Fallowstorm, and Tatteredfur was another warrior he had in mind. The tom had once been his elite warrior, yet now he had turned against him. He had to be taught a lesson and Cherrystar wanted to rid his Clan of the ones who would taint his loyal followers, the ones that had already turned away from him. But the corrupted leader had to be ready, he had to ensure he was ready for the bloodshed.


    "Look for the brother and sister. The son and daughter of Quinn. They will grow to serve you."


    He entered the apprentice den, hawk-like eyes scanning for the ginger's form. "You okay, Hornetpaw?"
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