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The Demon Lurks (Story)

Started by Alexica , Nov 07 2011 05:39 PM
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~New BloodClan~


~Leader~


Scorch~ Black tom with blue eyes and a green collar studded with animal teeth.


~Commander~


Tork~ black tom with blue eyes.


~Grunts~


Psycho~ Handsome black tom with white chest.


Blackblood~ Black she-cat with red eyes and a smokey gray back stripe.


Kawaii~ Dark ginger she-cat with hazel eyes and brown paws, tail, and nose.


Fezziwing~ Long-legged brown tom with ginger and black blotches.


~Queens~


Alua~ Heavily scarred white she-cat with gray paws and green eyes. Mother of Ajax (gray tom with black tabby stripes), Sound (pale tabby she-cat with white chest and green eyes), Screech (long-limbed pale tabby tom), and Tiger (dark tabby tom).


~Prologue~


A little black kit sat and licked his paws, they were cracked, bleeding, and infected from harsh training. He was barely three moons.


"Hello, little one, what are you doing so deep in the forest?"


The black kit jumped, then winced as he landed harshly on his paws. "Who's there?" He called.


"I am here, I am there." it replied. The voice was rough, like a moon old sore throat.


The kit looked around, "what's your name? How come you sound funny? Are you sick?"


"A little, I cannot go into the sun, I must stay in the shadows. Um... I don't remember my name."


"Can I see you? It's hard talking into the forest." The kit sat down again and took in a sharp breath as his forepaw scraped a small stone.


"Are you hurt little one? Come here, into the shadows where I can have a look."


The kit stepped under the shade of the elm trees, he was shocked to feel a sudden wave of heaviness under the golden branches. "where are you?"


"Here, come closer to the tree, yes over here."


He blinked, "you're a shadow." He pawed delicately at the trunk, the shade was darker here, it almost made his paw seem like it wasn't there. "Are you dead?"


"No, I am alive, but my body is gone. Look at your paw."


He did as the shadow asked, his paw was black and soft. Like he wasn't hurt at all, he checked his other ones. no pain, no scars. "Thank you mister. What happened to your body?"


"I don't know, but I long to search for it. Alas I am bound to the shadows."


"But there are lots of shadows at night, how come you don't just travel by night?"


"Because there are foxes about here at night. You know that."


"Foxes are scary, do you want me to protect you?" He asked, he tapped on the trunk. "I can go in the sun, I'm not afraid of foxes! I'm being trained to fight them you know."


The shadow shifted a bit, "would you do that for me? No, it's too much to ask."


"I'm asking." He meowed.


"Okay, um.. close your eyes, this may hurt a bit."


The kit closed his eyes, he felt hot and sticky, as if he was on thunderpath in the middle of greenleaf. "You're warm." He said.


"Hush." replied the shadow.


The kit felt cold suddenly, and alone, then a sudden sting in his heart caused him to crumple to the ground. what's happening? He called silently.


I'm trying to make room little one, you have a lot of heart, there's not much room for mine. I am sorry this hurts young one, it'll be over soon.


What are you doing to me? The kit screamed in his head. Why are you inside me?


It is the only way, I am sorry kit. it'll be over very soon I swear!


The kit opened his eyes and felt dizzy, the pain suddenly eased and he collapsed to the forest floor.


Now your body is mine little kit, forever. Don't worry I'll take good care of it I promise.

Posted 07 November 2011 - 05:39 PM

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~Chapter 1~

Where am I? Ow, my head hurts. What happend? Tork looked around to see where he was, he yawned and pain shot through his skull, it felt wet. He looked into a nearby puddle and saw his head covered with blood. I must've hit my head and forgot everything. I remember my name, but where I've been-what I've done the past moons... It's all gone. He noticed a pair of eyes in a clump of ferns to his left shoulder. "Who's there?" He called. Out stepped two black cats, one with a white sort of cross on his chest and the other had piercing blue eyes. The smaller one bore a green and red flecked collar studded with teeth. Tork saw that the red flecks were blood. He took a step back. "What do you want?" He asked.
"We want to know why you're on our territory!" The green-eyed one spoke, he hissed his words with a bloodthirsty tone that made Tork flinch inwardly.
"Shut up!" The smaller one commanded, he glared at the jumpy black and white male and the he was instantly quiet. "I am sorry about that. Psycho can be a bit... sadisticy inclined." The tom was smart.
"My name is..." Tork thought for a moment, it was hard to remember much of anything. "Tork, I think. I'm not sure what I'm doing here though, but I'll take the both of you on if I have to." He flexed his claws. Tork felt sparks pass between Psycho and himself. He narrowed his eyes.
Psycho seemed to want to say something but the leader cut him off. "I have a proposition for you, Tork. See, I saw what you did and I must say, I'm impressed. I want you to join my little 'clan' of fighters. All you have to do is whatever I say. Mostly killing, I should tell you."
Killing... Tork almost said no, then he thought. I should do it, I could get stronger, strong enough to remember. Then he felt an unusual urge to kill. He did not feel the need to kill the two males, at least not yet. He wanted to kill their enemies. Then them. He wanted to make them suffer badly. "I'll do it, what is your name?"
"Scorch, but before you do this you must prove your will is strong. Psycho go get them." The black tom sat down and draw his tongue over his shoulder, this seemed difficult with his teeth studded collar. Tork watched him for a moment and wondered if he should sit as well. But now that Scorch was his leader, he decided he'll sit when invited to.
Soon Psycho came back with two cats, one was actually a kit. Tork saw her eyes, they were a pretty crystal-like green. and white paws that seemed much too small and dainty for any wild cat. He noticed her child, same eyes but he was more of a dark silver. "Kill them." Scorch said casually, "Kill them anyway you like, I just want them dead."
Tork stared down at them, he felt a sort of belonging to her, he thought he recognized her defiant stare and protective stance. He pried his brain to figure it out. Alas nothing came. He suddenly felt the urge again, an urge to rip her and the tiny kit apart. Tork did so. He started with the kit, quickly killing it as if it were small game. Then he had to wrestle the mother. She tried to avenge the death of her child but taking his life was no easy matter. Tork was quicker and with the ease he used earlier he side-stepped her and kocked her down. He pinched her throat with his paw and choaked her, after awhile he grew tired of the slow death and bent down to sink his fangs into her skin. He shook her vigorously, still clamped over her airway. He stopped when he realized she stopped fighting back. He dropped her and looked back at Scorch. "Content? What do you want me to do now?"
"I want you to be my right paw Tork, you have power that I need."
"I'm listening." Tork now sat down, he felt more powerful than these cats. He licked the blood off his muzzle.
"We're going to accomplish great things Tork, great things indeed. But first you will come with me. Psycho-" He flicked his tail, indicating the bodies "-clean this mess up. It reeks of death."
Psycho glared at Tork, Tork shrugged and followed closely behind Scorch. He looked behind to see the black and white tom dragging away the female. Tork suddenly felt remorseful for her and her kit. He wondered if she had any more than him.
"Right now I want to entrust you with the training of our younger ones." Scorch quickly interrupted Tork's thoughts. "You have shown me you're not afraid to punish kits. A trait that's needed. I have recently recruited a few... They need lots of training. And new names." Scorch stopped and observed Tork briefly again. "I need you to teach the toms to fight and the she-cats to hunt. pair them up accordingly. Psycho will assist you if need be." Scorch pointed with his nose to a crack in a moss covered boulder.
"Come out kits." He commanded, his voice held no trace of warmth.
Tork was shocked, but he held his emotions inside. He spotted five, six, eight kits stumbling out. Each looked half starved and way too young to even start training yet. Tork felt as if he shouldn't be shocked. The tom was, after all, ordered to kill a queen and her son just a few heartbeats ago.
"None of them have names, non of them have parents. Your job is to look after them, make sure they're ready for battle in no less than two seasons. The girls must be able to hunt in two moons time." Scorch explained. He stared at the kits coldly, as if he envied them.
After what seemed like forever, Scorch excused himself and left Tork with the kits by himself.
Tork took a deep breath. "Toms on one side, she-kits on the other." He commanded. He watched as they quickly hurried to opposite sides of him. Five toms, three she-cats.
"What are your names?" He asked, he was shocked to hear the smallest speak first. A little white she-kit.
"Master Scorch said we don't have any." She mewed, "but my mother used to call me Blink.
"Do you like that name?" He asked.
"No, We want new ones." She answered quietly.
Tork blinked twice, he was awestruck by her bravery. "Okay, your new name is Lioness, because you spoke first."
Tork looked each of the kits and watched them in silence for a little. He liked his new job but still wondered why Scorch wanted him to train these kits. And what did that mysterious tom see that made him hold Tork in such high esteem?
Lioness blinked, "I'm not going to be able to become a fighter like Blackblood am I?" She asked.
Tork thought for a moment. "Listen kits. Scorch gave me specific instructions to teach all of you. He told me that the toms are to be taught how to fight and the she-kits are to learn how to hunt. I am sorry but Scorch's word is law. I cannot bend it." He looked at the disappointed Lioness. "Today though I will start by teaching all of you the hunter's crouch and giving you names. The hunter's crouch is well used for both fighters and hunters alike."
"Why do fighters use the hunter's crouch?"
Tork turned and spotted a brown tom, his ears were all ready shredded though he looked to be only four moons. "The hunter's crouch is used to sneak up on prey and on enemies undetected. If you master this technique you have all ready learned a third of your training young ones." Tork swept the girls into the group of toms with his tail. "We're all learning together so we're going to sit together okay?" He nosed each into their own space. "Now crouch down, you want to make sure your hind paws are underneath you and your front paws are not. this increases leap speed when you pounce."
He walked next to each kit, correcting their posture as he weaved his way through each of the kits. He stopped at a young light tabby tom who had perfected the hunter's crouch. He looked the oldest. "What was your name?" he asked.
"I never had one, my mother died giving birth to me." His gaze was fixed ahead.
"Then I shall name you Hunter." He used his tail to stop Hunter's. "Your tail will disturb leaves and bracken that is behind you. This will alert your prey's presence and you will surely lose." He had spoken up so every kit could hear. "Let's start stalking, everyone watch me." Tork crouched down and stalked forward, making no more sound than the warm wind had. He turned around and stalked back.
"You all saw what I did, now it's your turn. Line up and you will each go one at a time, I want smallest to biggest kit, that means Lioness first and Hunter last." Tork waited for the kits to assemble before he started to stalk along with each kit, helping them correct their movement so they were almost as quiet as he was.
Hunter again, needed no help, he had done it perfectly as if Tork was watching himself do it.
"Very good Hunter." Tork said as soon as they were done, "if you don't mind, I would like you to come with me. I must hunt for all you kits, it would be nice to have company with me."
"I had thought that toms are not supposed to hunt." Hunter glared at Tork, he did not want Tork to be here. That was for sure.
"Yes, he did say that. But it's either that or watching the toms while I take the she-cats out for special training." Tork reasoned.
"That that will happen, I don't want to die because you wanted to bend the rules on your first day." Hunter called for the boys and they disappeared inside the cleft.
Lioness tugged on Tork's tail. "Are you really going to take us out on special training?" She asked, the other two females crowded close to her.
"No deary, I need to hunt, so I suppose you can come watch but you must stay quiet and still. if we have extra time before the sun sets I'll let you try out your first lesson on live prey." Tork promised. He rounded up the girls with his tail and lead them closely out of the small clearing on their first hunt.

Kits

Males(Fighters)

Hunter~ light tabby tom with dark amber eyes. 6 moons old.

Nameless~ Brown tom with unusual blue eyes and very shredded ears. 4 moons old.

Nameless~ Black tom with blue eyes, cheerful. 3 moons old.

Nameless~ Silver and white tabby tom with light silver eyes. roughly 3 moons old.

Nameless~ Black and white tom with green eyes. 2 moons old.

Females(Huntresses)

Nameless~ Almost white-cream colored she-cat with dark sandy paws, ear tips, and tail point. vivid green eyes. 5 moons old.

Nameless~ Ginger she-cat with bright green eyes and black paws. 3 moons old

Lioness~ Small white she-cat with blue eyes. 1 moon old


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