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<sup>His cold blue eyes scanned the lands. Atop the canyon he stood, the wind rushing alongside him. Daring his paws to take him closer to the deadly edge that eagerly wanted to crumble beneath delicate steps. Fur was rustled slightly, the short strands much like his mother's had been. But that was the past, the past he dared not speak of. It had all crumbled and died, Whitestar had done nothing for the old clans, the old clan of Tempest. It was on to bigger and better things, those who joined him would witness the new beginning. A new life, Shroudclan. Reapingstar would show the clans and his own what it meant to be a Shroudclan cat. An old Tempestclan cat, part of the past made into the future. With each beginning there was an end, and with each end a brand new beginning. Sighing, the slightly young leader looked carefully at the cliff, temptation daring him to reach the edge. Yet he had resisted temptation so many times before, the intoxicating urge to be close to death was overwhelming and filled him with an adrenaline rush like none other. His love was death itself, the grim feeling that left others rendered useless but left him feeling like a new kit. The thoughts flew aimlessly from his mind, jumping around wildly and free.

With a blink of his eyes, the world was gone. Blackness filled his mind. Took over his senses, leaving the uselessness of the world and its view far behind and taking him to a place where he was the only living thing. Where he was alone. The darkness seemed like a perfectly suitable spot for this tom cat to be alone. It already filled his soul, his body and mind...why not be the world in which he lived. As lids fluttered open the bright contrast of the real world was brought back and he took a few steps backwards towards the forest behind him. The edge was farther away, the small exhilaration of death he had felt moments before gone, replaced with a slight malicious feeling towards the world. The world was full of pansies, lovely bright ugly flowers. They needed to be burned, and let the ashes provide him with new flowers, dark and deathly.

His eyes scanned the area, all chance of going back to his dark world was gone. He was stuck here, and had to make the best of it. He needed another who saw the world the way he did, who saw what needed to be done. Who saw that evil was the ticket to heaven.</sup>

[Corrupted. <3]

<sup>Nonchalant. A word that described nearly almost of her everyday actions, quite perfectly. She just did not care about many things, after all why should she? She had no problems, no worries, she only had to be able to keep an eye on a few warriors, and apprentices. Though, the apprentices were easier, some of them feared she might jump out of the undergrowth and tackle them or something. It was true she could be very intimidating when she wanted to be, the way she would allow her eyes to catch fire and burn, how her muscles would tense, how her voice would be laced with malicious intent, her pelt standing on end, like thousands of needles ready to sting you. She did not need to be a massive muscular tom cat to go around scaring and intimidating others. She particularly hated those cats who tried to get out of it by finding her 'maternal instinct' as there is none of that anymore. She never liked kits, always hated kits, even when she was one. She felt no need to protect them, and no need to be especially nice to them. In her eyes apprentices should be as tough as warriors, and if not they should pick up that skill very quickly. If they wanted to be a true Shroudclan cat, then they would need to act like one. As for some of the lazy, cheeky warriors, they would always get what was coming to them one way or another. She had no time to waste on useless scraps of fur like that. After all why should she? It's their own fault they find themselves in the position of being useless. Shroudclan should be a clan of strong warriors, not pathetic little kitty pets the other clans are always taking in.

Velvetspice moved carefully through the undergrowth, ducking under low branches and slipping past thorns stealthily. She felt she could move like this forever, it required so little effort, so little time, so little attention, but before you knew it you would always end up running out of territory. When she could see the cliff through the few trees there were left she silently cursed to herself and was about to turn around when something glowing in the sun caught her eye, but it was only Reapingstar. She had no reason to talk to him right now, in fact she had no reason to talk to anybody if she chose not to, she should not have to do anything she did not want to do. However, she could not bear to go back to camp, she would just get annoyed and then that would be her in a bad mood for the rest of the day, some might not be able to tell the difference between her bad moods and good ones, but that was their own lack of intelligence. Moving swiftly forward she met Reapingstar at the edge of the trees. "Wishing we had more territory?" She asked and closed the last fox length between them in one long bound. She looked over at the sky, how much land lay beyond? Not enough, whatever it was it would not be enough for Shroudclan. They deserved more than they had anyway. Though where was the fun in taking unclaimed land? It was always a lot more fun to take land already inhabited by cats. She looked over at Reapingstar and then half shrugged. "It was just a suggestion, its not as if the world needs all that land, they don't deserve it." She meowed. Her tail began lashing lightly from side to side, something she often did.</sup>