Post by Shadeheart on Sept 27, 2008 13:39:49 GMT -5
I haven't worked on this in FOREVER! xD Well, I'm continuing now!
Venomfang reached camp shortly, his tail held high. He was proud to be the strongest cat in the Clan, and he was proud that everyone feared him. The other Clans despised him, and they tried to show no fear - but Venomfang knew it was all a lie. He was certain a few EmberClan cats weren't so fearful of him, but all the same, they knew he was powerful and hateful.
And Venomfang hated everyone - everyone in his own Clan, everyone in every other Clan, every loner, every rogue, every piece of prey, StarClan, everything and everyone. He was dark-hearted, and everyone knew it. But most of all, Venomfang hated Poisonclaw. At the moment, at least. Poisonclaw, his brother - his worthless, mouse-brained, idiotic brother. He wanted to rip his throat out right now, even if it wouldn't do him much good. It would be better to watch the pile of fox-dung suffer - emotionally and physically.
Venomfang knew Poisonclaw was fond of Smokecloud, but he also knew that Smokecloud was fond of Cloudedshadow - but Cloudedshadow liked both Smokecloud and Volcanofire. Even though Cloudedshadow knew that Volcanofire was in love with Darkclaw, who seemed more fond of Smokecloud most of the time. It was quite confusing, really, and it all went around in a circle, but as long as Poisonclaw suffered, Venomfang didn't care.
"Venomfang!" hearing his name called, Venomfang whipped around and found himself face-to-face with Deadpatch. "What do you want, Deadpatch?"
"Shatteredstar is dying." murmured Deadpatch quietly, bowing his head in sadness. Venomfang's ears pricked, growing interested. "Oh really?"
"Yes. I'm her mate, Venomfang, as you know, and I'm an elder - she's only a little bit younger than me. Death is creeping up on her thanks to old age."
Venomfang nodded. "I see. So, I'll be becoming leader soon, won't I?" he mewed, grinning slightly at the idea. Deadpatch didn't give a reply, but instead said something else. "I want you to pick a worthy deputy, a cat who Shatteredstar trusts."
"I'll pick who I want, you mouse-brain!" snorted Venomfang, digging his claws into the ground. "And maybe I won't pick anyone, until I have kits who will take on the position for me, no matter how young!"
There was a few moments of silents. "Kits? Everyone fears you, Venomfang!" Deadpatch snapped. "I don't think anyone would want to be your mate, unless they were forced to!"
Venomfang's eyes narrowed into tiny slits. "Oh really?" he sneered. "I think having a strong cat for a mate would be an advantage."
With that said, the deputy of GhostClan stalked back out of camp, his tail held high. And maybe . . . Smokecloud could be my mate; that way, I could depress Cloudedshadow, Darkclaw and Poisonclaw - but most of all, Poisonclaw.
That's all! I'll work on chapter three, which will feature Snowpaw!
Venomfang reached camp shortly, his tail held high. He was proud to be the strongest cat in the Clan, and he was proud that everyone feared him. The other Clans despised him, and they tried to show no fear - but Venomfang knew it was all a lie. He was certain a few EmberClan cats weren't so fearful of him, but all the same, they knew he was powerful and hateful.
And Venomfang hated everyone - everyone in his own Clan, everyone in every other Clan, every loner, every rogue, every piece of prey, StarClan, everything and everyone. He was dark-hearted, and everyone knew it. But most of all, Venomfang hated Poisonclaw. At the moment, at least. Poisonclaw, his brother - his worthless, mouse-brained, idiotic brother. He wanted to rip his throat out right now, even if it wouldn't do him much good. It would be better to watch the pile of fox-dung suffer - emotionally and physically.
Venomfang knew Poisonclaw was fond of Smokecloud, but he also knew that Smokecloud was fond of Cloudedshadow - but Cloudedshadow liked both Smokecloud and Volcanofire. Even though Cloudedshadow knew that Volcanofire was in love with Darkclaw, who seemed more fond of Smokecloud most of the time. It was quite confusing, really, and it all went around in a circle, but as long as Poisonclaw suffered, Venomfang didn't care.
"Venomfang!" hearing his name called, Venomfang whipped around and found himself face-to-face with Deadpatch. "What do you want, Deadpatch?"
"Shatteredstar is dying." murmured Deadpatch quietly, bowing his head in sadness. Venomfang's ears pricked, growing interested. "Oh really?"
"Yes. I'm her mate, Venomfang, as you know, and I'm an elder - she's only a little bit younger than me. Death is creeping up on her thanks to old age."
Venomfang nodded. "I see. So, I'll be becoming leader soon, won't I?" he mewed, grinning slightly at the idea. Deadpatch didn't give a reply, but instead said something else. "I want you to pick a worthy deputy, a cat who Shatteredstar trusts."
"I'll pick who I want, you mouse-brain!" snorted Venomfang, digging his claws into the ground. "And maybe I won't pick anyone, until I have kits who will take on the position for me, no matter how young!"
There was a few moments of silents. "Kits? Everyone fears you, Venomfang!" Deadpatch snapped. "I don't think anyone would want to be your mate, unless they were forced to!"
Venomfang's eyes narrowed into tiny slits. "Oh really?" he sneered. "I think having a strong cat for a mate would be an advantage."
With that said, the deputy of GhostClan stalked back out of camp, his tail held high. And maybe . . . Smokecloud could be my mate; that way, I could depress Cloudedshadow, Darkclaw and Poisonclaw - but most of all, Poisonclaw.
That's all! I'll work on chapter three, which will feature Snowpaw!