HERONSTAR THE ENRAGED wip
Mar 9, 2015 23:48:38 GMT
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Post by Heronstar on Mar 9, 2015 23:48:38 GMT
H E R O N S T A R
(formerly Heronsnow)
became leader on 3/9/15 after the Shades began to grow hungry and misguided upon Vulturestar vanishing...
"Vulturestar may have given me my crown but I will be giving you your independence. It is time for a CHANGE!"
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Why? Why had you chosen to stray so far from the camp? Being a mere apprentice you hadn't known any better, thinking that way across the log, that big open forest with no known scent marks was merely neutral land for you to explore... but you had never been so wrong. You slowly begin to pry your eyelids open, coming to after having been knocked out for a good few minutes. As you slowly enter a more conscious state, you can't help but wail in agony like a starved kit as you realize your back left leg is snapped like a twig. Your head is bleeding, and from your skull you can feel blood trickle down... As the world around you slowly comes out of it's blur and more into view, you realize that you are being dragged with ease by two larger cats. One, a large black tom with emerald eyes, and the other a thin tuxedo she. Both of them wear the same expression; stone cold, irritated, and not ready to put up with your mouse dung.
Upon hearing your wail of pain, the black tom simply chuckles, but due to having your tail in his mouth to drag you, he says nothing. The she cat seems to speak for him, like she can read his thoughts.
"A weak lil thing, boss will be happy ta see our finding. Perhaps this little shrew can give us some info on what HollowClan is planning, yeah?" She smiled at the tom and he simply nodded in return. What do they mean 'info?' At this, you become more and more nervous. You're fully conscious now, but you can't quite piece together how you had gotten into this situation... last you recalled, you were simply wondering around the snowy realm of the Truce Lands... but this act showed no truce of the clans like HollowClan had told you. Then again, these cats didn't seem like ordinary clan cats... who were they? You part your mouth for a moment to taste the air and get a better whiff of their scent, your face scrunging up upon the smell of death, decay, moss, and sickness entering your nose. These cats smelled like they bathed in corpses.
Luckily the cold winter of Viridity has left your broken leg completely numb, though your head continued to pound. It's been at least ten minutes of silence before you finally get the courage to speak up. "Who are you, and where are you taking me?"
The she cat lets out a chortle and waves her tail. "I am Sky, and that beast there is Boone, my darling dearest.... we are taking you to meet the boss, and there he will decide your fate."
This frightens you greatly, but you're too intimidated by the pair to question them further. You try to search for some means of escaping, but with that broken leg and cracked head, you know you will not get much distance. So instead, you wait in fear and silence...
Your eyes have been shut for quite a few moments now, and suddenly, you can feel them drag you into... a two leg house? Reluctantly you once again pry open your eye lids to see them dragging you into a shabby, worn down, overgrown house. All around you gather large cats of all different kinds, some confused, some smirking, some even cackling at your misfortune.
Comments are thrown at you as you're dragged across the wooden flooring, things such as "We've got another live one," and "Look what the cat dragged in," and even something like "I know what we're having for dinner." Terrifying. You keep on closing your eyes tightly in hopes this is merely a dream, but alas, you do not wake up. To make matters worse, the den warms you up and reminds you of the pain your feeling.
As you wail in agony, you can feel the two cats come to a stop and then help you to all four-- or rather, three feet. Scared and shaking, you slowly look up and before you, standing on a large wooden crate, lay two very large tom cats.
One cat is a dark grey-blue with green-blue eyes... a russian blue forest cat mix, perhaps. His expression is lifeless and cold. Aside him stands a white tom with sharp yellow eyes, who, despite his soft and snowy like features, sports a twisted grimace that he eyes you with. Chatter and yowls of excitement erupt from the crowd that circles you, and Boone and Sky walk away to join the group. You're left alone before these two large toms, in the center of a large circle. Overwhelmed, you can feel a liquid trickle down your inner thigh-- oh great, you just peed.
"Silence, you weak minded fools, so that your leader may speak," said the dark grey cat. There was a powerful energy about him, and everytime you looked at him, you could feel yourself grow angry with rage at what was happening... but fear was overcoming this as he distanced himself from you and leapt off the wooden crate.
The white cat nodded to the dark cat and then peered down at you, again with his twisted smirk. "Hello, apprentice, I am Heronstar... leader of the Shade's Valor."
The Shades Valor? You had heard that name before, this was... this was the rogue group that slayed that one Lichener leader, was it not? If they could take down a big leader like him, what were they to do to you?
"Look at the little chump, peeing 'imself and alls." Said Boone with a chuckle, though the glare of the russian blue silenced him again.
Heronstar leaps down so he sits directly in front of you, only half a tail length away. You can feel his breath upon your forehead.
"Listen little thing, if you can tell me some useful information about HollowClan, I will let you live."
You are unsure what he means by this. You're merely an apprentice, a new one at that, and hardly allowed out on your own-- with good reason, you now realize. Heronstar waits a moment, giving you a displeased look, clearly expecting a reply... but instead, you lay silent and look up at him with an innocent, soft gaze.
"Well, I gave you a chance... and you did not take it." Your heart begins to pound in your chest like it's going to burst out as you see his claws slowly push out of his toes.
"I swear, I don't know anything, nothing at all! Please!" you cry out, but Heron simply chuckled and slams your already bleeding, bruised body to the wooden floor. His claws press into your throat and chest until you can do nothing but gasp for air. The crowd that gathers around you cheers out as you begin to choke, and the dark grey cat that was with him before comes back to stand at his side to watch you die with a smile. Heronstar does not kill you quickly, but instead presses his claws in and out of your throat for several minutes until StarClan finally lets you leave your body. The last thing you recall seeing in your life, was the twisted expression of the white cat known as Heronstar while he slowly killed you.
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B a s i c s
+ A very large, very well built, long furred, white tom cat with a sharp yellow gaze. His claws are large like that of dog teeth, though they are not reinforced and simply constantly sharpened upon the logs and bones of his territory. Half of his face is scarred brutally, leaving his right eye completely blind. Heronstar says with his blind eye, he sees the Dark Forest, and with his working eye, he sees the physical world... whether this is true or not is unknown.
- Heron lacks speed and agility but he has great brute strength and is an excellent climber, being born a LichenClanner. In his spare time he stands on the tallest trees of the land to watch the clans like a hawk with his good eye, and to also help build his muscles and sharpen his claws.
- Personality wise, Heronstar is quiet and keeps away from even his clan, his family to stay away in silence. He only ever speaks when spoken to, when giving orders, or when dealing with.... intruders. Do not expect to get any sort of emotion out of him, for the only thing Heronstar feels is Wrath.
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Q u o t e s
Work in progress.
