Disclaimer: This RP may carry darker themes at times, which are
intended for slightly more mature audiences, and should be read with caution.
This is your only warning.
intended for slightly more mature audiences, and should be read with caution.
This is your only warning.
The earth settled, revealing which of the two was left standing. Cats of all ages gathered in the clearing, gazing through the haze of early morning fog and slowly dissipating dust, their coats prickling with anticipation to see who won the long, hard, and grueling battle. A shape could be made out faintly through the thick air, breathing heavily and shaking over another, still form on the ground. A quiet murmur started among the warriors, the apprentices and kits too young to fully understand the gravity of what was to come.
With a low huff and an indistinguishable muttering to the body, the standing cat made their way towards the crowd, strutting proudly with head held high. As the figure emerged, hisses were heard among the cats as well as gentle prayers to StarClan in hopes their souls would be spared and a quick death would be given to them. The victor of the fight strode forward, smiling with glee when the cats parted and backed away from her.
"For those who Howlfrost hasn't yet introduced me to," She started, her eyes narrowing in on the tom near the back of the crowd, delight overtaking her as he cowered down in shame, "I am Gardenia. As many of you know, the old fool and I had an agreement; I beat him in a battle and I get to take over your silly little Clan." A gentle, breezy chuckle escaped her throat. "He thought I was bluffing. Be sure not to make the same mistake as your fallen leader," Gardenia said coolly, sitting now in the middle of the half angry, half horrified warriors. "It will not end well for you..."
Gracefully, as if she hadn't just taken the life of one of their own, she stood and made her way to the leaders den, a large fallen oak tree that was halfway reclaimed by the earth with a wide mouth. She jumped to a branch jutting from the side before jumping to the top and standing at the edge, grinning sweetly down at the cats below her. "Now then, there will be a few changes..." Her once sweet smile turned sharp and dark, the once joy-full and care-free lives these cats had before was over.
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With a low huff and an indistinguishable muttering to the body, the standing cat made their way towards the crowd, strutting proudly with head held high. As the figure emerged, hisses were heard among the cats as well as gentle prayers to StarClan in hopes their souls would be spared and a quick death would be given to them. The victor of the fight strode forward, smiling with glee when the cats parted and backed away from her.
"For those who Howlfrost hasn't yet introduced me to," She started, her eyes narrowing in on the tom near the back of the crowd, delight overtaking her as he cowered down in shame, "I am Gardenia. As many of you know, the old fool and I had an agreement; I beat him in a battle and I get to take over your silly little Clan." A gentle, breezy chuckle escaped her throat. "He thought I was bluffing. Be sure not to make the same mistake as your fallen leader," Gardenia said coolly, sitting now in the middle of the half angry, half horrified warriors. "It will not end well for you..."
Gracefully, as if she hadn't just taken the life of one of their own, she stood and made her way to the leaders den, a large fallen oak tree that was halfway reclaimed by the earth with a wide mouth. She jumped to a branch jutting from the side before jumping to the top and standing at the edge, grinning sweetly down at the cats below her. "Now then, there will be a few changes..." Her once sweet smile turned sharp and dark, the once joy-full and care-free lives these cats had before was over.
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blood of the flower
shall come to power
the day the brother becomes a father
and the moon burns bright
a broken friendship shall go no farther
as the eldest daughter brings new life
a son shall usher anarchy
that ends the bloods monarchy
All prophecy cats are taken.
shall come to power
the day the brother becomes a father
and the moon burns bright
a broken friendship shall go no farther
as the eldest daughter brings new life
a son shall usher anarchy
that ends the bloods monarchy
All prophecy cats are taken.
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