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    Garime sighed. He was so confused as he kept getting bits and pieces of his memory back. He looked at Marima, "I don't know what to do. It's like having two lives. Which one do you pick over the other?" He looked down not wanting to meet any of the females gazes and his tail dropped down quite a bit, going a un-cat like limp.
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    Bluepaw woke up. Nightmares flooding his vision. He looked around to find that he was alone, in a mist covered dark forest. He saw the silhouette of a warrior in the distance. He was frightened as he tried to move forward, but found he was stuck in a tar like substance and was held still. His eyes locked on the cat, it slowly turned. It was a hideous beast of a cat, scars raining down on it's face, deformed claws and ragged sharp teeth coated with blood. He only thought of one thing this cat must be...a demon.
    Bluepaw's eyes widen and he screamed in horror. Not to his advantage the demon drew close. Almost floating across the mist. He stopped right in front of Bluepaw and smiled. In a husky voice it spoke, "Bluepaw, welcome back. I hope you remember me, or you should anyway." It smirked.
    Bluepaw's eyes narrowed, "What do you mean demon?" Bluepaw pulled his face back a bit to get the farthest away he could.
    The demon chuckled, "One time long ago. I was just like you, fighting dark forests cats in my head. To no avail did anything ever happen. 'Tis something you must learn young apprentices. To not fight, but give in. You get all the power you want! OH! THE GLORIOUS POWER!" It smiled maliciously, "Or, you could still fight, forever and nothing will end. Sure, you MIGHT go to Starclan, but a possessed cat forced to do evil? Naw, i think Starclan might pass."
    Bluepaw's head was spinning. He didn't know what to say. They sat there in silence for the next minute until Bluepaw finally replied, "I will never give in. I wont let the demon inside me win." His eyes set he was sure this was the right answer.
    The demon grinned, "Did you know who your parents are?"
    Bluepaw shook his head slowly wondering what his parents ever had to do with it.
    The demon waited a second and then spoke, "Your dad was a dark forest cat, your mom was a Starclan cat gone wrong. She gave in to temptations and they mated. Your mother was soon killed again. Nothing unexpected. But your father stayed 'alive'. At least until i killed him. Who am I you might ask? I'm your brother and OUR father is possessing you. " The demon smiled and held out a paw, "Just give in, Dark forest is where you belong."
    Bluepaw's eye flashed with blackness and he woke up.
    Bluepaw was twitching and screaming in his sleep, his eyes solemn he found himself alone in the apprentice den and crying. He went to a corner and wished, wished this would end.



    (Sorry for the long scene... but its important in Bluepaw's plotC;)

    David suddenly appeared in front of the man. His eyes -even the whites- a solid glowing green. He stared at the man, his head tilting to the right slowly. His glance passed between the man and the unconscious River. The dust still spinning around them David slid forward, almost glide like. He caught the man in a dead stare, his voice turned into multiple, all but soothing and ragged. He spoke calmly, "you," he pointed to the man and then over to River, "did this to her?" David's tone was calm and even. Nothing like his usually tone. He spoke again, lowering his hand. "''Tis one thing to hurt the person you are trying to, 'Tis another to hurt the innocent." He looked at River for a moment then his eyes flashed back to the man, "What makes me not want to hurt you? Give me a reason I should let you plead innocent when you are OBVIOUSLY not." His gaze was dead set on the man's forehead, searching through his thoughts. Nothing came up innocent. He smirked at the man who seemed in a trance, "Nothing." He raised a hand and lightly touched the man's forehead and he exploded into ash. He turned to River, the dust starting to fall and his eyes and body slowly fading back into his old self. He knelt beside her, "River..?"

    Garime looked at her, almost with shock. He looked in the direction of Oakclan and then back at Marima. His eyes darkened a bit and narrowed his face. He looked steadily into her eyes, "Why would they need me? They hadn't needed me before. I'm fairly sure everyone there thinks I'm DEAD. What good would it be to confuse everyone? To have my kits POUND ME WITH QUESTIONS about their mother, who i have NO IDEA where is. To be honest, I think that is the EXACT opposite of what I should do." His voice was almost like sharp ice ringing through the air. The forest was still, he almost seemed malicious as he spoke, but his face soon softened. Let's go back to camp. Before we run into anyone from Oakclan. Please." He started to pad back to the rogue's camp.


    Bluepaw shuddered and retreated from her embrace. Everything seemed so wrong now. So terrible.. He didn't know how to react. He felt as if he had never even seen Lifewing. His eyes searching hers, something sparked. He bounded back into her arms and started to sob uncontrollably. "I-, I-" He couldn't stop chocking on his sobs, nor finish his sentence.

    Bluepaw nodded and curled up beside her, his sobbing started to cease but his body still quivering under her pelt.


    Garime looked back, "What's the difference from what I did to them, then coming back? Nothing, they're equally as bad. I can't do that to them. They have Jetfrost as a leader. He will lead them all to Starclan." Garime looked away, hesistated then moved deeper into the forest, away from both of the camps.