" malice shall corrupt reality,
and turn blood on blood
for a rotting wait of revenge "
There is the Star Realm, a place for cats who have served out of pure loyalty and benevolence, and the Dark Realm, a resting place for those who served out of t...
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Everything was dark, a sky forbidden of stars and the glow of moonlight. Black devoured everything in sight, colors banished from the vision of the unfortunate ones who stood amongst the terrorized area. It was an area structured out of the worst fears of the only presence that stood amongst it: pure darkness and the overwhelming sense of utter solitude.
Within the empty area stood a she-cat, her pelt bristled along her spine. Her green eyes were wide with terror yet she was still the most humane and alive thing amongst the darkness. Her delicate, brown pelt was littered in darker spots like cut, molded paw prints against her fur. Her whiskers twitched despite the fact that there was nothing to be sensed or even wind to flit them. She did not dare to take a step into the darkness, raising one paw only to freeze and shiver as if a brutal, chilling breeze had roamed over her.
She was oblivious to where she stood. All she understood was that she was asleep but never had the she-cat had even a nightmare that was so diminished of color and expression. Her muzzle then wrinkled when a putrid smell washed over her. It didn't smell like blood nor dirt, but instead it smelled like rotten prey bathed in mud and the flesh of a beached, dead fish. The she-cat hesitantly turned around to face the source of the smell, bile rising in her throat stimulated by the grotesque smell and the fear boiling inside of her guts.
A mouse was rising from the black surface beneath the area in front of her, its eyes mirroring the dark area. It rose completely from the earth, its petrifying gaze locking with her's. Foam bubbled from the corner of its mouth and its fur was matted with dirt and blood. Its nose wrinkled and its ears flicked, its movements too realistic that the she-cat nearly forgot she was trapped in a horrific nightmare.
Thorns knotted her throat and anxiety gauged at her stomach as the mouse suddenly began to move forward. Its movement was slow, its tail writhing behind it and its gaze still plastered to the she-cat. Drops of the foam from its mouth landed on the colorless surface below them and diminished to nothingness like a root conquered by flames. She found it impossible to move, her body tense and still. She was frozen in trepidation.
Suddenly, the mouse's legs gave out beneath it and it crumbled to the ground. Its nose ceased its twitching and its chest rose with one, final breath. It was snatched from life in a heartbeat, yet foam still drained from its mouth and its black eyes seemed to remain watching her.
"Lynxpaw!"
The darkness around her vanished and a familiar sensation of color filled her gaze. Her mouth was gaped as her breathing escaped her in raspy, quick exhales, terror still reigning over her. She turned towards the source of the voice when a paw prodded her shoulder, nearly making her leap out of her pelt.
