Post by Moony~! on Oct 21, 2008 17:54:42 GMT -8
A slight sigh of exasperation escaped Whitebrook’s barely open mouth. He was so bored. He had abandoned his brook, the brook that had held so many memories in the past moons. The brook where, if his thoughts were correct, that green stone still lay. Hiding, or hidden, underneath the other normal and unimportant rocks. No, not even rocks, stealers. They had stolen the only possession he dared care for. It was their fault, and that of the currents. His eyes narrowed into small slits, which these days was a rather casual look for him. Soon, he expected, he would be cursed to squint for the rest of his life. For now, that really didn’t matter did it? As long as he had a plan to get her as his own. He was truly content.
A broad smile spread across his face. He was willing to go to any lengths. The other rogue had dropped out already, no killing necessary. Now all he needed was the annoying Twistedsong gone. He let out a slight but haunting chuckle. This was going to be great! Free to think up awful plans without the soft terrified but unapproving look of Briarstream waiting around the corner. He had to be careful. He couldn’t get caught, if he did he knew he would never EVER have a chance at her. Not matter what he did. Perhaps she would rather be alone for the rest of her life than with him if she found out what he was trying to do. No, he must not get caught. Under any circumstances. His mind bashed the walls of his head, trying to think of some efficient plan. It would have to cause pain. Slow.. slow pain. He grinned at the thought, and maybe even death.
He slowly leapt around, giving no sign of relenting from his evil thoughts. He was excited. Abnormally excited. It just wasn’t natural for a grown tom like him, an ex medicine cat like him, a person whom still believed Starclan had forsaken him, to be this excited. He guessed he just wasn’t normal. Boy, neither was the she-cat he was after. If she turned him down even after Twistedsong was gone. He narrowed his eyes. Then something terrible would start happening. Anyone that got close to her would die, and if after so many times she refused… he’d reather have her dead than her not be with him! He couldn’t stand the thought of HER loving another tom more than him. Him who was her mentor, him who had been her best friend in the past, him who has broken her heart, him who still loved her more than anything in the world. He didn’t care about Starclan, or even the wretched clan itself. It was all about her.
These thoughts seemed odd to him, as if he knew he shouldn’t be thinking this. That he was crazy, that his excitement wasn’t out of abnormality.. but out of him not being in the right mind. Still, he didn’t listen. He didn’t even care. Deep inside he knew something was wrong. His intellegent mind had snapped, he wasn’t himself. He wasn’t even relatively close to Whitebrook. Once again it didn’t matter. His green eyes seemingly flashed a deep blood red and he licked his muzzle. He needed blood to be satisfied, and her adoring beautiful eyes. He needed to hear those three words from her, then he knew he would be back. He would be sane, he wouldn’t be confused anymore. It didn’t matter what it took, it didn’t matter how many lives would be lost. He’d been alone for too long, mourning the loss of his clan, his life, and his love. Just those three words from her would bring him back.. bring him what he needed.
But he was wrong. She was entirely out of the equation. Those three words were the key. Said, barked, meowed by anyone. Once he heard them he would have proof that he TRULY was not alone.
A broad smile spread across his face. He was willing to go to any lengths. The other rogue had dropped out already, no killing necessary. Now all he needed was the annoying Twistedsong gone. He let out a slight but haunting chuckle. This was going to be great! Free to think up awful plans without the soft terrified but unapproving look of Briarstream waiting around the corner. He had to be careful. He couldn’t get caught, if he did he knew he would never EVER have a chance at her. Not matter what he did. Perhaps she would rather be alone for the rest of her life than with him if she found out what he was trying to do. No, he must not get caught. Under any circumstances. His mind bashed the walls of his head, trying to think of some efficient plan. It would have to cause pain. Slow.. slow pain. He grinned at the thought, and maybe even death.
He slowly leapt around, giving no sign of relenting from his evil thoughts. He was excited. Abnormally excited. It just wasn’t natural for a grown tom like him, an ex medicine cat like him, a person whom still believed Starclan had forsaken him, to be this excited. He guessed he just wasn’t normal. Boy, neither was the she-cat he was after. If she turned him down even after Twistedsong was gone. He narrowed his eyes. Then something terrible would start happening. Anyone that got close to her would die, and if after so many times she refused… he’d reather have her dead than her not be with him! He couldn’t stand the thought of HER loving another tom more than him. Him who was her mentor, him who had been her best friend in the past, him who has broken her heart, him who still loved her more than anything in the world. He didn’t care about Starclan, or even the wretched clan itself. It was all about her.
These thoughts seemed odd to him, as if he knew he shouldn’t be thinking this. That he was crazy, that his excitement wasn’t out of abnormality.. but out of him not being in the right mind. Still, he didn’t listen. He didn’t even care. Deep inside he knew something was wrong. His intellegent mind had snapped, he wasn’t himself. He wasn’t even relatively close to Whitebrook. Once again it didn’t matter. His green eyes seemingly flashed a deep blood red and he licked his muzzle. He needed blood to be satisfied, and her adoring beautiful eyes. He needed to hear those three words from her, then he knew he would be back. He would be sane, he wouldn’t be confused anymore. It didn’t matter what it took, it didn’t matter how many lives would be lost. He’d been alone for too long, mourning the loss of his clan, his life, and his love. Just those three words from her would bring him back.. bring him what he needed.
But he was wrong. She was entirely out of the equation. Those three words were the key. Said, barked, meowed by anyone. Once he heard them he would have proof that he TRULY was not alone.
