The misty red atmospheric scene had been present in the dark forest for ages. It was grown slimmer and thicker, the dark forest always cursed those who ended up here. Of course he himself could’ve never guessed his impending doom back then that led him here. He trudged through the muck and the sky-high trees that loomed over his goopy figure. A rasp escaped him, he felt like he was being taunted from every corner.
I suppose this is what going insane feels like. I’ve already gone insane a couple of times. He chattered to himself. He’s been in this place for oh so long, he doesn’t even know what normal prey taste like. What light looks like, what the sun feels like. This hell-ridden forest was all he could remember, his past memories are no more as he is only a guardian to these parts. What could he do to escape from these chains?
He committed such heinous crimes in the other world that even other dark forest cats would only scowl. He cursed himself as he was quick to slip through the trees like a snake,
how long has it been since he’d been living in these parts? A sharp cackle escaped him as he let out a hoarse breath. He fidgeted with his paws, he never sheathed his claws once. With how many cats are presented here in the dark forest having your claws unsheathed in the best option with how many screws cats have here. It’s like being stuck in a cage with millions of bats flying around you. He looked up towards the bloodmoon which casted it forsaking bloody color over the trees. A rumble erupted in his stomach, even just committing an ounce of evil can put you here.
He sure was old, but not as old as these
god-forsaken trees! He slammed his paw against the bark, going up to rip out the roots. His anger was still present, his emotions were also there. He took in a deep breath, calming his mind and body. The other half of his face was pure white, in which the dark forest laws didn’t take away his iconic halved look. Perhaps he should try training one.. the other dark forest cats who aren’t as meek and insane as others have used dreams to connect with the other world. Well, that seemed a bit boring. But that was the only sense of fun he could get out of his years. He coughed up some spit as he threw it to the side, pushing on over to a bigger drenched clearing that was surprisingly drier than the rest of the dark forest landscape. The advantages he has that had helped him survive in this hell was being huge, particularly insane but intelligent, and immortal. He never dwelled into the sense of battle, he too was starving to dig his claws into something. Perhaps his control was beyond what he could imagine.
There behind the cover of the trees he saw a small light body that contrasted with the reeking atmosphere. He could finally meet and experience the real world with his own paws. That little calico cat had fur as beautiful as the sun, he immediately became obsessed to the thought of the outside world. He wouldn’t say he was blessed by Starclan,
but he was blessed by Starclan. A maniacal grin was plastered on his face at the sight of the apprentice. Calming himself as he wanted their introduction to be soothing and memorable.
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