THE BITCH IS BACK & SHE LIKES AN ENTRANCE

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    *:･ﾟ✦ COUGARSTAR

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    The goddess found her way through the territory like an empress on the hunt and a queen stalking through her realm of riches. She'd gone through Thunderclan territory in order to deliver her little gift to Riverclan. Nobody found her on her trek from Thunderclan, but they sure as hell would know she'd been there sooner or later considering she was dragging a dead body in her jaws and it was leaving quite the trail.


    Heavy paws slid upon the smooth surface of Sunning Rocks, the hot slabs heating her blood crusted paw pads momentarily as she stopped in her trail to overlook the expanse of Riverclan territory before a vessel of such destruction. Coiled claws gripping savagely amongst the crumbling rock as she took a shuttering breath, grief biting her tongue, dead crystalline spectacles becoming alive once more at the very sight of her kingdom. But it was hers no longers and in turn, it was her stepdaughter's, Doestar. Ivory incisors glinted as she leaped from one side of the slabs to the others where her vessel had become consumed in a mask of reeds. She was home, the bitch was back.


    With the prowess of a huntress and the ruthlessness perceived in the heart of a warrior, she pushed forward, the body limply dragging behind her like it was nothing but a play toy. It was a Thunderclan tom that she held in her jaws, was. Before Cougarstar had slain the masculine for her Bloodclan initiation, she told him she'd give him a warrior's death, and a warrior's death he would have. But she wouldn't be returning the tom to Thunderclan, she was dumping his body in Riverclan territory as a gift for her return. This would be as far as she would go, as she couldn't risk being seen or else her plans would take an unexpected turn.


    Unaltaching massive jaws, the dead body slumped within the shriveling, drought writhered grasses. Cougarstar had broken the warrior's rib bones and they were now exposed from the deep two-foot gash along his soft belly in which had been the killing blow for the tom. Numerous wounds of displayed savagery littered his mangled body and tore his hide, crimson liquid consuming his vessel in a veil in which was no longer representable but the scent of his home clan, Thunderclan and Bloodclan- where he had been killed. Between the tom's claws was Cougarstar's own fur bloody and tangled- and that was how they'd recognize that she was back.


    But why did she put a Thunderclan tom and put it in Riverclan territory? It was a "two birds and one stone" kind of plan. She managed to hurt two clans at one, Riverclan would witness such an atrocity and be forced to carry his body back to their allies, Thunderclan, where they too would suffer from emotional pain (Riverclan too) just as she suffered. The goddess had killed so many that she had become the messenger of death herself. Representing Heides of the underworld and Athena, the goddess of war from above. The physical embodiment of Satan himself. She'd lost so many friends, lovers, and family that she'd grown bitter with grief, everyone else simply turned their backs on her.


    Realizing what she had done, tears began to form in the tyrant's eyes. Weakness. Emotion. And in this moment of her old self, the Cougarstar of purity who led Riverclan to glory had realized what she had become- but only for a split second. "What have I done?" Came her vocals so shuttered and shaky. Dark Forest figures aligned alongside her own body, smokey black and translucent as they whispered atrocities within her war ravaged ears. Manipulative, horrible, secrets and plans were slipped from such venomous tongues as the predator looked down upon the prey she had slain. They manipulated her, they stopped her from feeling and they blocked her old self out, returning her into her darkest state of evil she could bestow. "Revenge." "Revenge." "Revenge." Came their words, a display of blood thirsty smiles spread upon torn maws as she slowly backed away from her kill. "This is what you wanted, Cougarstar." They hissed numerously. A murder so ruthless and so savage that it had caused a cruel smile to twist upon her own high cheek bones, blinking, the woman twisted around to leave and the figures of The Darkforest followed. Cougarstar was no longer. She was death itself.


    "Speech."

    The stench of death and decay could be detected for miles. As Nightgaze made her way down the trail towards Sunningrocks, it continually grew stronger and stronger until it was almost unbearable. She knew it was a dead feline based on the scent; one from ThunderClan for that matter. Had they died of starvation?


    She stepped out onto the riverbank, and immediately her gaze fell upon a bloodied figure, laying at the base of the rocks. Nightgaze trotted over at a brisk pace, although dread was already rising in her stomach. There was no chance that the tom was alive. As she neared, the cause of the feline's death became evident. There were several long gashes torn in his flesh, and it appeared that several of his bones had been broken. So, it was definitely not starvation. Someone had clearly killed him, in one of the most brutal ways possible. The dead cat's face was frozen in a permanent snarl, contorted with pain. As Nightgaze came to a halt beside the body, a new scent hit her jaws. BloodClan.


    Another attempt to scare the clan cats, except this time, they had slain a cat for it. A burning flame of anger rose within her, spreading through her paws until it had risen into her chest. She continued observing the body, looking for any last clues when her gaze skimmed over something of interest. A patch of golden fur was caught in the tom's claws, as if he had been in a scuffle with his killer. Nightgaze padded forward, craning her neck to get a better look. Suddenly, the scent of the feline hit her.


    Cougarstar? The old leader of RiverClan from when she was an apprentice? Questions began whirling in her mind, but she didn't have the answers. Nah, that's impossible. Or was it?

    Next to stumble onto the scene was Ambersplash, who had been not too far behind Nightgaze. With the current drought and his short fur, his pelt clung to his frame with little meat left. Aside from his muscle mass the young warrior was nothing but skin and bones. He made it even worse for himself since he hunted both day and night, sleeping only when it was the hottest time.


    With a tired look evident in his eyes, he gazed from across the stream at the body torn apart on Sunningrocks. Spotting Nightgaze, Ambersplash made his way across the dried river and over to her. "Well, this happened," he muttered, not batting an eye at the brutality. "Great, now Thunderclan is going to blame us." This clan is cursed.


    It was rare that the self-proclaimed goddess would venture from her den, from the safety and coolness of the warrior's nest. But it seemed, today was fate, as the practically emaciated serval drew herself from the confines of un-productivity and timeless naps to preserve her energy.


    She enjoyed daily walks; and this one was no different, yet the young warrior felt as if something was almost calling her, drawing her forward on long limbs and rough paw pads. Something called her to walk through the territory that day, where the serval moved smoothly and efficiently. Like a bird through air, her steps measured. It wasn't long before she smelt the decay of death.


    Immediately curious, Cheetahfang followed the scent and soon came upon the corpse of the dead ThunderClanner, allowing her viridian gaze to slide over it with little to no care. Who had killed them? She allowed her gaze to briefly slide over Ambersplash and Nightgaze, acknowledging their presence and then briefly ignoring them as the serval bent forward herself to scent the corpse.


    Over the overpowering stench of death and ThunderClan scent, she picked up something. Almost familiar.


    Cougarstar.


    Something cold and then hot ran through Cheetahfang's veins, her heart beating just a little faster. Surprise ran over the serval, awash. Had Cougarstar done this? Cougarstar... alive. Shock slowly morphed into disbelief, and a giddy sense of excitement at the ruthless leader's return.


    The queen was back.


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