[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; color: white; font-family: segoe ui; text-align: left; font-size: 10pt; padding-left: 65px;]you told me everything I wanted to hear,[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; color: #cbffff; font-size: 40pt; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: 4px]lethalveins !![/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; color: white; font-family: segoe ui; text-align: right; font-size: 10pt; padding-right: 65px; margin-top: -2px;]but you couldn't pretend to be in love with a monster[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border-top: 1px solid white; border-left: 0px solid black; border-right: 0px solid black; border-bottom: 0px solid black; text-align: justify; font-family: segoe ui; color: white; width: 410px; margin-top: -3px;]
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The feeling had come back, and this time it was more pleasant than not. She was growing use to the chaos that brewed deep within her body and beginning to come to terms she may just be a 'bad girl'. She didn't mind much at this point seeing as if she was so overtaken with the spirit of greed she could barely function. For sure she had stolen ten things, maybe more, did little things count? She could easily say before this feeling she had been greedy but now it was a whole different level, one where she woke up in the middle of the night from a pleasant dream making her want to leave camp and steal from others. The addiction became a lot like nicotine, she could not do without it. She might as well be on drugs. The effects were exactly the same. There was a high, a damn big high, then a minute of rest then suddenly a crash like the waves to the shore. Then there was the search for more, then the withdraw, the gathering, then the high again. This stealing crap was exactly like if she were on crack. She loved it so much.
But Rifleshells wouldn't once it was over. he for one had not been overtaken by the spirits but was spotting many that were. He had stopped two stealing's already and sat down one npc to talk about how stealing and greed was wrong, but he knew good and well his opinion was fading quickly in the spiraling ruins of everything before him. he knew something wasn't right, but he didn't understand what. He was preparing himself to leave and see Sora back in Thunderclan, she would know if there was evil spirits or if it was the generation falling so brutally under the paws of others. He had been preparing for this when he would meet his fate, his match. Perhaps if he would have known it was the end he would have looked closer for that note that he 'lost' to give to his only active child. Maybe he would have wrote Jynx a letter as well as everyone back in Thunderclan. maybe if he knew that day had been his last he would have done so many damn things different. But of course, he hadn't known because who could have?
Lethalveins was traveling down the path of Atlantica, or rather a path that lead to it. She figured another stealing from the under-sea would be great. They had better things than the other clans. They had starfish and sea shells and even more, but the other clans had simply had nothing more interesting than a blade of grass in the desert and some sand in the marsh. That was about it, and despite the rush she got from stealing she didn't feel as satisfied stealing from other clans than as satisfied as she did when stealing from the sea-clan Atlantica. Perhaps her greed was taking a turn for the worst at this point but the calico girl would not notice this for perhaps a little over or under a week. If she had known what was really going on she would have double thought about her actions, everything she was doing everything she was and would be. She would have thought more than any other 'possessed' cat out there. But would she? or would she just like to think she would? Either way she was damn straight forward when it came to the thought she could be under influence, but being the ass she was she quickly shook off that doubt.
Rifleshells had a large pearl necklace around his neck he had found from deep down as he made his way onto land to go to Thunderclan. He was barely out of the tube as his thoughts overtook him once more about the events unfolding within the clans and tribes and rouge lands as well as kittypet territories. It was mind-blowing really, and if he found out Sora couldn't help him he had no clue who would. Sora was the one feline - or rather canine - that could damn straight be forward with everything and understand what most others couldn't. Rifle had been surprised to the time and even before hand the male/female wasn't vice-leader yet. But that was Due right? Ah it was hard to keep track even if he had somewhat of a dual membership and seeing how much he visited! It was just hard to memorize two different sets of ranks and their fill-ins from two different clans. he didn't expect anyone to quite understand his feelings towards the subject though, he was just difficult to draw from thoughts he presumed. if he started thinking more simply it would come more easily. But since when did anything come easily to Rifleshells Fork?
Lethalveins was almost to the tube when she spotted the thinking male, Rifleshells, with the pretty pearl necklace wrapped onto his neck. Bingo! Unable to contain her need for the item the girl hid, awaiting him to come closer where she would spring from her spot and attack him, taking the necklace for herself and dashing off. What she wouldn't know is she would be stealing from her father, well, maybe not her real father but her father at spirit. She was a reincarnation of someone not very well known, Septemberkit, or rather Septemberpaw. Sadly the girl didn't know this. if she had she wouldn't have stole the letter addressed to her brother Cardboardpaw and wouldn't be awaiting to attack her biological father. She was a pretty messed up girl wasn't she? It was something like she couldn't explain. She had no thinking proses at the time, she just wanted that necklace more than anything in the world!
Rifleshells walked past his 'daughter' right before being brutally attacked. There was a moment of him being dazzed as his cheek was cut and his side was sliced as well. He felt the claws of the female rip through his skin and tear into his flesh, one claw probably going deep enough to cause a human to have to get stitches. it was painful but the male had fallen into shock, unable to fight back. he had been preparing himself to fight back whenever he felt a sharp pain in his side. A blade inched into his skin where it broke his flesh and kicked into his body, knicking many organs but slicing his lung, sadly. Now he was a ticking time bomb.
"LET ME GO! GO GET HELP PLEASE!" RIfleshells shouted as the necklace was ripped from his neck. Sadly for him, Lethalveins gazed upon him with her two blue eyes then shook her head slowly. "You'll take the necklace, I know. You'll be fine." she told him before dashing off.
Rifleshells was almost dead and Lethalveins had gotten her prize for his life, a necklace.
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