i will have vengeance, i will have salvation!

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corbyn

He had done it. He had really, really done it.

His wretched mother, the stupid witch. He had killed her. With his own paws, just like he had always dreamed. He had killed her as easily as a tiny kit. She was gone forever, and he was free. But his work wasn't quite over yet. Corbyn sat beside the Acid Stream, on a small mountain of bones. Some belonged to a hare he had killed, the rest to a kittypet he had caught unawares. The slender black tom was licking his slim ebony paws with a delcate grace. Corbyn lifted his head, opening his large silver eyes. His pupils were mere slits. He had certainly grown from the fluffy little kit that had sulked when his mother had ignored him. But as he moved his forelegs, the three white slashes of fur on his chest were revealed. They were still there, clear as blood. They had not yet faded.

Corbyn unsheathed his claws, and examined them in the dirty sunlight. The fluffy black tom was thinking of all the cats he had left behind. Fernpelt, Beaconsong, Lonepaw. Solsticesong, Petaldance, Wintersand. All of them. Mavericksky, and Maplekit, and even Kinkajoukit. All of them. He would kill them all. He would get back at them for what they did to him.

Every last one of them.

[[xoxo] shard. :)]

Kadabra

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I walk these streets
^{A loaded} six string on my back
I play for keeps
'Cause I might not _{make it back}[/center]

"My, my, dearie. Why so hateful?"

Her voice dripped with malice, having a sort of sarcastic innocence to it. The waves of hatred from this tom...it reminded her of herself. Something or other had to have happened to him for him to be like this. Perhaps he shared her same hate of the Clans?

She noticed the pile of bones at his feet. Whether they were from prey or cats, she couldn't be sure. Then again, some of those bones were too large to be that of prey. A murderer...she admired those like her. Soon enough, she emerged from the shadows and padded elegantly towards him, halting about a tail-length away. Kadabra saw the blood the stained his claws. Yes, he had to be a killer.

For once, someone she could possibly relate to.[/size][/blockquote]

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corbyn

The wiry tom did not seem at all surprised by the voice that floated out of the bushes towards him. He did not jump, or start. He simply turned his head slowly towards the sound, his slit eyes still narrowed. "Not hateful," he mewed in his quiet hiss of a voice. "In fact, I am rejoicing. And planning. Planning is always good." Corbyn looked at his unsheathed, bloodstained claws, and couldn't stop a whisper escaping his mouth. "They'll all pay, just like her. All of them." The black tom blinked, raising a paw and drawing his tongue over it slowly and purposefully. "I am Corbyn," he mewed, turning to look at the pretty she-cat who had addressed him. "Names are but labels for those who can see past them."

He shot a dirty look in the direction of EclipseClan territory. He then looked back at his pile of bones. "One day, it'll be their bones on this pile."

[[xoxo] shard. :)]

Kadabra

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I walk these streets
^{A loaded} six string on my back
I play for keeps
'Cause I might not _{make it back}[/center]

Kadabra blinked. Rejoicing? Perhaps he'd made a long-waited-for kill. Interesting.The swirl-patterned she-cat nodded in agreement to his statement. "Indeed," she mewed, her indigo optics narrowing. It was not of anger or spite or anything of hat sort, but of interest.

The rogue advanced to stand on the opposite side of the bone pile from him. "You are Corbyn?" She licked a paw and drew it gingerly over a pointed ear. "I go by Kadabra." She noticed the look he shot towards the forest, and recognized the area he was gazing at in a heartbeat. "EclipseClan..." she murmured, her voice a hiss of anger. She glanced towards the bone pile as he did, then looked up to meet his gaze. "That is the Clan that I once lived in," the pretty she-cat said, her tone even. "The Clan that my mother was from...how I hated her..."[/size][/blockquote]

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corbyn

The fluffy coal-coloured tom nodded at her words. Kadabra. He was getting used to hearing one-part names now, not the pathetic names of the clan cats. He had shed the skin of Corbynfeather as soon as he had left the wretched clan. He was Corbyn now. Free. "My mother was also of EclipseClan," he mewed in his quiet hiss. "I loathed her. I cannot even put it into words. She did everything possible to make my life miserable. But I am not here to get sympathy," she spat the last word. "That was her job. But I've finally done it. She's done." He let out a soft, cruel chuckle. "I killed her and that's why I'm here. They banished me," he snorted contemptously. "They thought I would wail and stamp my paws and beg to stay." Corbyn unsheathed his claws and sliced a deep rut in the earth.

"Who was your mother?" he mewed, the rage simmering down as quickly as it had boiled over. Corbyn always had complere control over his emotions, which was one of things that had made him and Amethyststar so different.

[[xoxo] shard. :)]

Kadabra

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I walk these streets
^{A loaded} six string on my back
I play for keeps
'Cause I might not _{make it back}[/center]

Kadabra's figure was perfectly still as she listened to his story. Only did her tail wave gracefully, back and forth, curling and uncurling, flowing. A light breeze ruffled her average-length swirl-patterned fur, blowing from her side, just strong enough to cause her to squint. Her indigo optics reopened when the wind ceased, watching him as he spoke. I see," she mewed. My life's tale is a bit similar. My mother was Rabbitsong. I was never enough for her. I couldn't please her. I didn't see the point of living for others when you'll all die anyway. Rabbitsong couldn't stand it. I told her that I hated her, that I could have cared less if she died. Then she committed suicide. I was supposed to be held back from my apprenticeship for a while, but I left before that happened." Her tail-tip twitched before she asked, "And who was your mother?"[/size][/blockquote]

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corbyn

The smoky black cat nodded as she spoke. So their stories were similar. What coincidence. The young tom drew his tongue over one slim paw, with all the appearance of distraction. But his silver eyes remained fixed on Kadabra, the slit pupils fixated and interested. Corbyn listened silently to the she-cat's story. Yes, she was right. Their stories were similar. But not identical. No, Amethyststar had not been so obedient as to kill herself. That would have made the task so much easier. Corbyn shrugged. He wasn't afraid to have blood on his paws, whether it ran in his veins or not. The former EclipseClan warrior stared up at the sky. He could see it darkening in the distance - it looked as though the clans were in for some rough weather. The thought made him smile cruelly.

"My mother," he mewed, turning to look at Kadabra again. "She liked to think she was something. But she was nothing." For a moment he said nothing more, just unsheathed the claws on one paw, and lifted them up to the light, examining them. "She was Amethyststar."

[[xoxo] shard. :)]

Kadabra

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I walk these streets
^{A loaded} six string on my back
I play for keeps
'Cause I might not _{make it back}[/center]

The she-cat blinked, her indigo optics gazing upon a raised paw. Her claws, a bit pink from old blood, shone in the sunlight. Her eyes flicked up to Corbyn once more, her ears taking in his words. The triangular radars perked as he mentioned his mother's name. "Ah, so you are the son of the mighty Amethyststar, hm?" she mewed, the word 'mighty' emitted with some sarcasm. "That's right, I believe I remember you now. I think I left when you were Corbynpaw, earlier in your apprenticeship." Kadabra put her paw back on the ground. "It's about time someone got rid of her. She annoyed me almost as much as my mother." The swirl-patterned fae sighed in cruel relief from being informed of the leader's murder. Yes, it was about time someone agreed with her. Most cats looked up to the leader for everything, and then they wailed like kits at all of the things they realized the leader couldn't do. They were no more special than a warrior, and they didn't mean much, either.[/size][/blockquote]