And When the Daylight Comes I'll Have to go. (Open)

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    My eyes widened and I growled as my pelt set in black flames, my eyes glittering ever so dangerously. This...This cat is going to Pay. I unsheathed my claws and sprang forward, sliding under ravenpaw and aiming to deeply rip my claws down his soft belly. And from what I knew, you could very well die again even in death. . .but only it hurts twice as much. . . Plus, I heard that if you cut them down the stomache causes great agony to your victim. And that, that was definatly my goal.

    Ravenpaw yowled with pain. He collapsed, guarding his underbelly with his paws.


    I emerged from the bushes. Why was I still in the Dark Forest? Why not in StarClan? Shock fluttered over me as I faced Ivy, and Oakpaw. Oakpaw...

    I panted heavilly and chuckled a bit from amusement, or rather my other side chuckled I guess. When Smokepaw stepped out of the bushes, I nearly jumped out of my fur. "OH STARCLAN!!," I exclaimed, shocked and startled.

    I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, See you later. Have fun with your friend there, Oh, and it was Nice to meet you Ravenpaw" I grumbled, being sarcastic when i mentioned Ravenpaw. I leaped over a bush and bounded off boredly towards the crowd of cats. I sighed when I saw my brother walk up to me, and let's just say out conversation went like this:

    "Hey, You murdered sufin' lil'sis?


    "What's it to you, Bird-Brain!?


    "Puh, So much for being nice"


    "Oh, Shut up!"


    "Oh Yeah? Well, Screw you!"


    "Bite me!"


    I growled and padded off towards where basicly no cats ever go.(Btw, I 'm just guessing this >___>). The Lake of Broken and Forgotten dreams.

    ooc Actually, how 'bout Smokepaw never, like, died. How 'bout the fight never happened?


    I sighed deeply. This place was strange. I hope I never end up here when I reach my final stage. I padded over to Oakpaw, flicking my tail as I passed, and led her to where Ivy lay. I blinked my amber eyes. Oakpaw sat down, looking at Ivy. "You know, not all bad cats come here," she meowed softly.

    OOC~ Sure, But, The Mini-Fight between Ivy and Her Bro doesn't count O3o xD



    IC~ I only groaned. "I do deserve to be here, Y'know. Do you guys even know why i'm here?" I said, mumbling the last part as I stared into the lake full of broken and forgotten dreams.

    I sighed heavily and padded up to the water, taking in a deep breath as I looked down at the water. Then, I only turned my head so I could see them, also waiting for an answer. "Do you?" I pressed, my eyes narrowing slightly as they filled with the slightest hint of regret and sadness.

    I shook my head slowly, not blinking, because I knew somewhat of what she was going to say. Oakpaw, her eyes glistening in sympathy, shook her head, too.

    I sighed heavily and turned away. "Well, to basically sum it all up, I guess my mentor got me all riled up and mad. So, being the way that I was, I waited till sundown and then. . .I. . .I Killed three apprentices. Leafpaw, MoonPaw, and my brother IcePaw. Then, I ran away and was killed by my rouge father along the way. The End." I said, flicking my ears and unsheathing my claws once just to rip the grass a little.

    I looked at my paws, horrified. I wouldn't imagine killing cats... from my Clan, at least. Maybe I should tell my secret... "I killed a patrol of SnowClan warriors," I blurted out before I knew what I was saying. Oakpaw added, "I killed my older brother and his mate, who was pregnant."

    "WHAT!?!!!?" I shouted in disbelief so loud that, I swear, all the dark forest cats heard me. "Y-You're lying!" I said, my eyes wide in shock as I turned to face them.

    I looked into the eyes of Oakpaw, then, shook my head. "We're not lying. Every cat has a story. It's up to them whether they would share it," I whispered. Oakpaw's eyes filled with regret.