I'M MISS SUGAR PINK [♧] DARKSTALKER

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    [center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]the loner lands. nothing but shriveled up shrubs here, an immense lack of food, of growth. of company. this place leaves you anxious, and rightfully so. after loading your last save point, you wound up somewhere near here, and you had been very clueless as to how to get back to shadowclan. luckily for you, you bumped into sango, one of your best buds and a motherly figure in your life. however, long days spent here gave you more than enough time to think about your wrongs, and when sango offered to take you back, you ultimately refused. a hard decision on your part, but you felt yourself to be a bother if you came crawling back to your old home after such a tragic occurrence. you still feel guilty over what had happened between you and darkstalker, and regret that you hadn't been able to change his ways. he had killed you, made you return to the menu, but you do not feel any hatred towards him. no, none at all, because he had been misguided, booted out of his home and abandoned by his friends for one wrong (granted, attacking a child and disobeying your high positions is a serious crime, but you still feel bad) decision. and it's all your fault. If you had stopped his fight with kerrin, he never would have been exiled. you should have tried harder, and in your eyes, you had been more than deserving of death for your failure to right him.


    you're not even sure why you are here, padding through the desert-esque landscape. maybe you are too caught up in the past. maybe you hope to run into sango again. whatever the reason may be, you don't turn back. you shuffle your paws across the craggy surface, wondering again (and not for the first time) why snow, or anything cold in general, has yet to kiss these lands. a dry spell, perhaps? hm.


    @Darkstalker1 @Blackpath
    / this is after he ripped out their flowers & stuff <3[fancypost=border-width:0; font-size: 8pt; text-align: center; line-height: 95%; width:400px;] ✧ —AND I WALK THE EMPTY HALLWAYS / [color=#FFF]TAGS

    The nightmare pulled at you..dark stormclouds hovering overhead as dragons descended from above to meet your clans elemental attacks head on like massive living shields as armored figures dove in between them cutting swaths of death and destruction blow. You in your first life lurches up on heavy black wings only to have a huge female in red leather slam into your back. You, a leader...feel fear looking into those ice blue eyes of one you trusted and her laughter rips its way into you as she tears your throat out.


    Darkstalker jerked awake with a scream of agony...the panthers wings tired from flying sending him into a deep sleep. Waking up was its own nightmare. The evil in his once pure heart sending waves of pain pounding through his body. Growling and in his usual foul mood because of this he shook his fur out and climbed out into the harsh winds among a cliff face. The Exiles had been taken over...this was his home now. This ruthless desert waste.