[ . I will turn the world into a living hell . ]

[passion]

The ebony-pelted she-cat entered the territory. A vast field lay ahead of her...and she intended to explore all of it. But after the kits were born, of course...she sat, waving her tail until it finally rested neatly on her forepaws. It seemed like the world was in her paws as a familiar scent passed over her. A terrifying scent.

Passionflower's emerald orbs glazed over, ivory swirling in until the white transparent colour covered the entire eye.

In the black corner of Passionflower's mind in which her deceased sister resided, an ebony head lifted from its slumber. The familiar scent Terrorshadow's sister was smelling...it was the scent the dead femme wanted gone forever.

No.

It wasn't the right time to control her sister...Terrorshadow paced along the sides of her hollow cave, devoid of any feline contact.

She had been starving for seasons but hadn't found a single mouse to satisfy her hunger. What was this life?

Terrorshadow...she had left? She was no longer trying to possess her? The emerald green of her eyes flooded out the white and Passionflower regained consciousness. What was this life?

[:Radio:]

Exile
.

A pure white form trotted along the hilly lands, the only color to mar him, not so much a color as the lack there of, was the smearing of jet black along his ears and brow.
His silver eyes were fixated on nothing, a simple boredness filled them.
He had not seen another cat for quite some time.
Not since his exile.
Fah. What did the Elders know?
He was wrongly accused. Wrongly exiled.
It was not he who had murdered! He had been asleep the whole while!
That's what he thought...
He pushed those bitter thoughts aside. He was starting anew. He would join another Clan. A clean slate.
No more angry murmurs, fierce insults thrown at him.
Hah.
He had been meandering along blindly with his thoughts, but when he snapped back to reality, he noticed something.
The figure of another cat, not far ahead!
He smiled and his curiosity kicked in.
He called out in a friendly tone,
Hello!
It was all he could think to say at this point. Maybe once the she-cat replied, he could think of something more?
Maybe.

[passion]

Okay...now was the right time to control Passionflower.

The sweet ebony she-cat's emerald hues grew wide in horror. No...was he back to kill her and the kits squirming in her belly? She wouldn't let him! Radio...She would kill him before she'd let him touch this swollen belly of hers! She'd gauge out those silver eyes, shred his ears! Rip off his tail, slowly claw off his paws! There was no way in hell Radio would lay a claw on Passionflower or her belly. Her eyes glazed over once more and her limbs became rigid.

You want to mess with me again? Terrorshadow growled. The voice came out as if she and Passionflower spoke at the same time. Come on. Come get me. She leaped forward with the agility that a pregnant queen could never have; only the agility the skillful deceased femme could. You will not kill my sister's kits; your kits.

These are our future. I was evil, sure. But there is good in everyone; maybe even you. The white began to fade into green; Passionflower was awakening. They would not fight today. Watch out; I'll get you, after what you did to me.

As Passionflower woke fully, her emerald orbs grew even wider. Why was he here? She backed away in fear. What had Terrorshadow done? She didn't remember anything. She always passed out as her sister awoke; why did she do this? Terrorshadow! she groaned. Go away. I...I can't...leave. The kits...was it the time? No, thankfully. They only squirmed impatiently.

[:Radio:]

The dark cat had leapt at him.
For what?
He leapt backwards, his eyes wide in suprise. He had done nothing to show aggression, had he?
'You want to mess with me again?'
At this remark, he eyes narrowed in confusion, his fur began to bristle and an unpleasant tingle ran across his spine.
He had never even met this she-cat before!
As if he was struck, Radio almost fell off-balance as she mentioned the kits inside this cat's swollen belly.
Why would he have any intent to harm this queen? Her unborn kits?
Wait! Had she said his kits?
He had no kits! He had no mate!
And what could he have suppossedly done to this angry she-cat?

Oh how overwhelming the questions were that whirred in his head.
As the emerald returned to the queen's eyes, apparently whatever possessed her had left, Radio managed to speak, despite his complete and utter confusion of the situation.
Woah. Hey, lady, I think you must have me confused for some other cat! His voice hinted all of the confusion that filled his mind, and it sounded as if he were trying to reason with her. I've only just met you!...What could I have possibly done if that is so?

[passion]

You! Passionflower yowled angrily. You killed my sister! That was her talking to you, wasn't it? She moaned in despair. If she kills you...cats will think it was me! I wouldn't kill any cat! She shook her head. But why was she telling Radio this? She hated this tomcat! She despised him! It was his fault she was going to bear these kits! Passionflower turned her head slowly and glared at him.

Don't you remember me? she growled. Passionflower, and Terrorshadow? You killed my sister! And raped me. She turned away from him, emerald orbs deep with thought. She was ready to have these kits. He wouldn't lay a claw on them.

[:Radio:]

Woah, Woah, Woah!
Back up!
Killed?!?
He had never harmed a single cat in his life! What made this queen think he had done such an act?!
His eyes widened once more, his pupils going small as she said the final three words.
'And raped me.'
By this time, his back was bristling with uneasiness and confusion. He raped no one!
His fluffed up tail was stock-still, raised high in indignation.
No! I dont remember you!
A tiny hint of desperation mixed with his angered voice. He had done nothing!
Right?

Wrong.

But shh. He doesnt know.
His mind whirled and he felt as though he were about to faint.
But he kept his paws firmly planted to the ground, almost failing at staying concious, his claws gripping the dirt for support.
His limbs all went numb and cold, heat rising to his head, making it seem to spin and disorient him.
He wobbled on his feet, legs shaking as if in a bitter winter cold, his pupils but slits now.
No.
He shut his eyes tight, when they reopened, the pupils grew slightly. He could no pass out.
Not now. For what would this angry she-cat do if he had suddenly fallen unconcious.
Surely kill him!
All over again, the memories of his exile washed over him like a terrible freezing wave.
More contempt. More accusations.
It seemed to follow him like a bleak shadow.

[passion]

Radio seemed about to faint, and as he staggered, Passionflower's belly clenched painfully. Her eyes grew as wide and round as moons, and her pupils reduced to the smallest slits. No...the kits could not come now! This...menace to the Clans was near. He would kill one, or all. But...he genuinely seemed not to remember. What?! she cried, breathless. How can you not remember me - us?! You went insane, then got exiled for it! Passionflower lay down, feeling in her mind Terrorshadow glaring at Radio with her white orbs full of hatred.

Terrorshadow felt no pain as her sister's kits pushed through her. Only hatred pulsed through her veins as she gazed through Passionflower's eyes at Radio. But she didn't want to endure the pain her sister did now, so Terrorshadow curled up with one eye open.

-----

As the sun set, Passionflower licked clean her four, healthy kits. Three were a sweet ivory - two male, one female. The other, also female, was an ebony colour, more distant from the others. She gazed blissfully at the four of them. She did not resent Radio for doing this to her...in fact, now...she almost cherished him for it. Thank you.

One tom was to be Dancefeather; the other would be Cottonclaw. The white femme would be Ivorytail, while the black femme was named Ebonyleaf. Come, my children; feed, she purred affectionately.

[:Radio:]

No no.
He had no memory of what had happened. He only knew that once he awoke that fateful afternoon, all had despised him.
For no reason.
But apparently there was.
He shook his head despairingly. He wouldnt believe it.
Not yet.

Under the weight of the queen's words, Radio flopped down into a sitting position.
He needed time to think.

Wait...she was kitting!?
He would not interfere. He would not go near.
For he knew that if he did, she would surely rip him to shreds.
He sat there, staring blankly, his face grim as the scene unfolded and the four kits entered the world.

------

The kitting had been without mishap....the four tiny whelps clung to their mother's fur.
They seemed so innocent. Without a care or knowledge of any dangers.
How he wished...
He had been nodding off as he kept his eyes fixed on the bundles.
His head swayed and nodded every so often, his eyes barely open, shoulders hunched.
But his eyes snapped wide open and his ears lifted as Passionflower spoke.
'Thank you.'
This came as a suprise to the tom.
He didnt know how, or if he could reply to this...so he just gave a polite nod.

[passion]

Passionflower smiled, her eyes hollow with the pain she'd endured. But her kits were all alive and healthy...that was all that mattered. She began to clean each as they suckled. She began with Ebonyleaf, who squirmed as if she felt she was independant. Terrorshadow looked through one eye every so often to see the little wonders laying there.

Ebonyleaf mewled as her mother's rough tongue swiped over her head. No sounds entered her ears; no sights made her eyes open in wonder. She was blind and deaf, as were her siblings. But only for the time being; soon her eyes would be open and she would be exploring the world around her.

[silverpaw]

Blackness,warmth.That was all gone,but Ivoyrtail didn't miss it.The sweet smell of milk drew her closer.She latched on,sucking the sweet milk into her mouth.Her white fur stuck to her in odd angles,but it was dry.The milk flooded into her empty belly,slowly getting full.Her white teeth opened in e big yawn when she was done.She curled close to the big fuzzy thing(mom).She wiggled in the spot she had found,getting cozy and warm.With a squeek(to show she was still alive)she fell fast alseep,purring.

ooc:TaDa! how is that for a kit post?

[Kestrel]

zetsubou kara no hajimari te ni shlta kara ;;


"This is no place for a litter of kittens."

An even voice, spoken from somewhere above.

A pretty white gray-splotched she-cat stood poised on the hillside above, her sharp, hawklike mismatched gaze falling over the cats below one by one.
A mother with newborn kits; an unknown tom; why were they here?

The she-cat held a commanding air; a dignified mien that impressed most, because she was fairly young for a leader-- but that was who she was.

Kestrel, the monarch of RisingClan.

She slipped swiftly and silently down the hill to stand near the newcomers. "Would you like shelter for you kits?" The words were, obviously, adressed directly to the queen; no standard opening lines today.


;; arukitsuzukeyou

[passion]

Mew.

The tiny, helpless, pathetic mewl came from Ebonyleaf. She snuggled near Ivorytail, her sister's warm scent comforting the tiny obsidian fluffball. As the fuzzy white she-cat taking form of her sister shifted, she mewled again. Her comfort was lost but only for a few heartbeats. As Ivorytail moved, Ebonyleaf shifted with her, her unopened eyes wincing.

Passionflower started as the new she-cat entered, her head instantly turning to the cat offering shelter. Shelter? she stuttered. W-where? Do you have shelter? A shelter would be nice, seeing as a raindrop fell on her little black nose. It really was a stupid question; why would she offer something if she didn't even have it?

[Kestrel]

zetsubou kara no hajimari te ni shlta kara ;;


Kestrel bowed her head. "I am Kestrel, leader of RisingClan," she meowed grandly. She didn't mean to sound grand, she just was.

"If you like, I could lead you to my Clan. There is warmth, food, and shelter there. You may stay as long as you like; for as long as the weather is bad, or longer; until your kits are strong enough to travel."


;; arukitsuzukeyou

[passion]

Passionflower thought of the offer. Warmth, food, shelter...that was all vital to raising her kits. She looked up again into Kestrel's mismatched eyes and nodded slowly, her own emerald eyes shining.

"Yes, thank you," she meowed, tail flicking as she rose to her paws. She grabbed both Ebonyleaf and Ivorytail by the scruffs. "Could you get the other two?" she added, her voice muffled by the soft kitten fur. The question was meant for both Radio and Kestrel, but it wasn't really directed at either.

[Kestrel]

zetsubou kara no hajimari te ni shlta kara ;;



Kestrel bowed her head, and lifted Dancefeather gingerly.

She padded forward, flicking her tail to indicate the others to follow.

RisingClan's leader lead the way to camp.


;; arukitsuzukeyou

[passion]

[ shall we pretend radio took cottonclaw and declare this thread closed? ]

[Kestrel]

[ I suppose so ]