User:Stoemstar/Deadstar's Hate

Deadstar, evil former leader of AutumnClan, and meniacle dark forest cat, was never really born evil. As his life progresses, he realizes that only hate and power are keys to life, but is that really what there is to life to him?

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Deadstar's Hate

Prologue
Red light casted across the ever seeing valley, shadowing the world around it. As the wind ruffled the canopy trees, branches swayed at the touch of the wind. A beautiful red colored sunset dappled the sky, turning the clouds a brilliant black-red. The sun set peacefully as it awaited its turn to rest from the sky. Moonlight washed the red valley, making the colorful clouds disappear under the horizon.

As the light shined, a shadow moved past the valley. As she stepped out of the darkness of the trees, her black coat shimmered around in the waving wind. Her flat face was reduced to a frown, and he scars on her fur were red with the sky. As she stepped forwards, her orange-colored eyes flashed briefly as she casted her glance on the bushes. Suddenly, a massive pure white tom stepped forwwards, his ginger tabby tail waving. As he walked to her, his blue eyes shined with love. His muscules rippled as he stepped forwards to nuzzle her, but she flinched away.

"Tank, what are you doing, fool!" she hissed, her yellow teeth exposed. Dazed, Tank took a step back, only to have the black she-cat thrust her muzzle into his angrily.

She hissed "You told me that sleeping together one night would blow off, and that our lives would be unaffected afterwards, but now," she growled, "I'm stuck nursing your bratty kits!" she hissed loudly, her eyes wild.

Tank's eyes widened "Your...Your pregnant with my kits?" his eyes sparkled, and his fur fluffed up happily "They will be the best kits in the whole wo-" he cut off as the black she-cat jumped at him, sinking her claws into his exposed belly. She pinned him, hissing.

Tank gave a gasp of horror as blood oozed from his pelt. The she-cat continued "You should be happy about this, twit! /I'm/ the one who has to nurse and care for these brats in my daily life while you get to sit around in your fat kitty house alone, not caring about me!" she hissed.

Tank looked at her, his eyes warm still "You can take them to my house if you would like, or maybe-" he cut off as she slashed his belly again. Tank let out a yowl of pain and terror, and wriggled away from her grip on him. As he slowly got to his paws, the she-cat turned away.

"I don't need you, or your kittypet slop. I will raise these kits, but they wont ever know love I will never give them." she growled curtly.

"This isn't the last you will see of Blackheart!"

Chapter 1
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