- This is the first half of the form. Please refer to Chimericect's half of the form to see the story completed!
username: Hengst
cat name: Mambashade
gender: Cismale (He/him)
age: 38 moons
clan: Plagueclan
rank: Warrior | Eventually overseer (deputy)
prompt: Darkness enshrouded the two lithe forms crouched in the shadows, their muscles rippling with young blood and energy which seemed to pulse from the tips of their tails to the wicked points of their claws. Eyes glinted like jewels in the darkness as they surveyed the scene before them.
One, with a rosetted coat as black as the inkiness encompassing them, nudged the heterochromatic tabby bicolor beside him and nodded solemnly. There was no nonsense reflected in the former's gaze, and the latter seemed just as somber. The mission on which they had formerly agreed to was nothing to joke about. Tonight was a revolution! The thick tension hovered about the pair ominously as they waited, waited. Then, their target appeared. An unspoken clock rung in the pair's mind, and they charged out from the brush with war cries ringing through the air. The target lifted his ears, bared his teeth, and yowled out his own challenge in return. However, it was cut short by the tabby's paw slamming into his windpipe as he was thrown to the ground.
"What is the meaning of this? Release your leader this instant, fools!" the pinned cat shrieked, his eyes fiery with bloodlust. The charcoal rosette hissed as he glanced up at the cats quickly forming a ring around them, and then glared back down at their captor.
"I don't think you're in the place to be calling us fools," he continued softly. His voice carried no trace of a threat, yet icy dread crept up the spines of all who heard it. This was the voice of hate so strong that it cannot be properly expressed. The kind of hate that could drive even the kindness of souls to murder. It even silenced the enraged tom pinned beneath his partner.
"What do we do now, Mambashade?" the she-cat whispered aside to him. A look of consideration flickered over his face before he turned to the cats who were bristling all around. He gestured with the tip of his tail to them, and she laughed without mirth. "What, you think I haven't noticed them? You know me better than that."
"This is true," he admitted with a heavy sigh before lifting his angular head. Mambashade was a handsome cat, with sleek muscle adorning his glossy coat and a pair of daring hazel eyes which had seen far more than the usual hunting patrol, but tonight he seemed bunched up and tense. This was understandable, but it did nothing to improve the opinions of the clan. Some looked about ready to slit throats, while others seemed conflicted on which side to be on. Clearing his throat, the rosetted tom spoke out in a robust voice to his audience.
"Behold, our beloved leader." The emphasis he put on the word 'beloved' sent spit to the forest floor, and some cringed away. Even the tabby seemed anxious at his behavior. "Thornstar has been a tyrant to our home long enough. Abusing the weak, manipulating the strong, and ruling with an iron paw doomed to someday break. Today, we do not only break his hold on our dignities. We SHATTER it! Eaglesight and I are off to found our own clan, where the strongest warriors and the smallest kits alike are treated with the respect they rightly deserve. Tell me, then. Who's side are you on tonight? Because, the way I see it, only half of us are leaving tonight."
"Mambashade!" shrieked the she-cat as a solid black cat with blazing emerald eyes launched themselves at the speaker's head. His gaze flashed up, and he dropped to the ground and rolled over to gash his claws deep into the cat's exposed belly. Another howl split the night in two, and all at once, there was chaos. Blood flew through the air, and Eaglesight released her hold on the tyrannical leader to defend herself from the nasty-tempered deputy, Greyfang, who had knocked the wind from her in a wild stampede of rage in her general direction. Thornstar grinned cruelly as he joined the fight. For a tense few minutes, it seemed like those loyal to Thornstar had an advantage. It consisted of mostly his powerful underlings who could bowl a duck from the sky with a single hefty swipe, and he was confident in their ability to destroy the silly cats who desired to rebel. But, before long, the mass of those who had changed to the side of Eaglesight and Mambashade were pulling themselves bravely to victory.
The tabby and the rosetted cats fought as one, back to back, as claws and teeth and bodies flew at them. Wounds. Agonizing, scarring wounds everywhere. The she-cat could feel a deep trio of grooves in her back from a cowardly sneak attack, and still more adorned her legs. The tom, on the other hand, could sense the injuries in his back legs, and swipe marks along his shoulder stung with pain. Greyfang had managed to nick his cheek, and he thanked Starclan for not losing his eye. Eaglesight, on the other hand, suffered a worse fate.
"Look out!" the massive cat roared, but Thornstar was already on top of her. Blinding agony left her seeing out of only her lake blue eye. For a terrifying moment, she thought she would no longer be able to see, but Mambashade yanked the tyrant away by the scruff, and a quick shake of her head revealed a painful but reliving truth... her eye was well intact.
In half a moon shift, the fight was over. Thornstar limped backwards, his words spitting fire, with Greyfang and his followers close behind. "Go, then! You win! Our clan does not need weak blood!" Then they were gone, and for a crushing moment there was silence.
Mambashade was the one who broke it with a cheeky smile. "You're gonna have some awesome scars, y'know."
Eaglesight smirked and kicked him playfully. "I could say the same for you!"
They and their followers soon disappeared into the night. [1,000/1,000 words]
