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Paws silently tread past bloodied borders, a fierce autumnal sunlight tearing through the trees, vivid shades of gold and red swirling down around the feline's fox-frame and settling softly against the stained earth. The forest was quiet here, bearing a still silence that made the world hold it's breath, no whisper of movement or faint sound of breath daring to call attention to itself. It was here that Foxstar walked, in the dead place, where no life made it's home, for it could feel the darkness seeping out into the world from the League territory not a few steps from where her wayward feet planted themselves.
The Priestess paused then, the fiery regalia that were multicolored paints swirled throughout her fur shifting in burning impatience, grasping at the oppressive air as though it could set the trees alight by way of the tense atmosphere. It was appropriate, really, this strained ambience, the earth ready to welcome the blood that would soon be spilled in this very place. He would not be long now, she had been assured as much. The defector, who'd since chosen to make his home among the darkest hearts of the clans, had forgotten his promise. Or perhaps he simply thought himself above punishment, underestimating the deity he'd once intended to spend an eternity serving. Not that she could be surprised. Once a traitor, always a traitor, right?
"No, it won't be long now." The voice, usually so cheery and mischievous, was laced with a venomous fury, such in the way that only his enemies, those who had been so callous as to wrong him, could feel. But he wouldn't be able to feel the danger, for the bearer of the voice, a tom with a stature larger than that of any clan cat, his shaded white fur dancing with flickers of licking fire from which the Priestess had drawn inspiration for her own adornments, was invisible to all but she. A specter to the world, though his presence could be felt in every ray of light that touched one's fur, could be seen in the growth of the plants as they drank in the Sun who provided for them. Omega wasn't so lucky as to be graced with his visage. Not yet, anyway.
His state of being was not peaceful by the standard definition. His life never filled with the soft pleasures of living, and, when he chanced upon a diamond in his rough, it promptly disappeared back into the sea from where it came. That was how it was with Sylph and Genesis. He would never wish to take back his time with either of them, but his fleeting moments with both of his mates were both agonizing and joyful to reminisce in, one more painful than the other. Genesis was him. They were two sides of the same coin. She was perfect for him as he was for her, but then she disappeared. No, evaporated. No one could find any trace of his beautiful mate. The pain, all that pain...
His eyes opened into mere slits as he woke in the dim light of the cold Ruins of the League. Minuscule tears fell from his eyes as the tom hurried himself from the his company and into the dark forest of his adopted home. Home didn't quite cut it. Resting place was more accurate. There was nothing rooting him down in the League other than a fear of the others. Everyone in the League was so detached and cold it was easy for him to do what he wanted and never hear a word from anyone else, as long as he brought back his share of prey. His father, if he was alive, would not find him here and Genesis would not dare enter the territory of a group that almost killed her on a least one occasion. A small smile wrapped around his face. It sounded too much like a sanctuary.
Before long, the earthy tom found himself on the edge of the old Toxicity territory, or the Lost Lands as the League had begun to call it. From there his muscle memory took over. His paws took themselves down the now unbeaten trails down to the top of the Bitter End. Even after all the years, the icy waterfall never ceased to amaze the tom. Its splendor was indescribable in these early morning hours. The azure water and the pure ice created a jaw dropping patchwork of sparkles and glare. It was a small joy, but enough to keep him going.
( I'm so sorry. I promise I didn't forget about this. >.> )
Indeed, the deity hadn't lied to her, not that Foxstar would have expected him to. Omega, without seeming to register that there was another presence mere feet from him, wandered on past her, into the Lost Lands of the former Toxicity territory, no longer inhabited by the cats who'd once called the place home. It was a territory unknown to the High Priestess, one in which she'd never had the opportunity to explore before now, and her eyes roved over the unfamiliar place as she trailed silently after the tom, her breath and paws soft, paced to match his and decreased the chances of being found.
The Bitter End, aptly named, was a sight to behold, even for the fox-hearted feline. It sparkled dangerously, a beautiful and deadly view, but not one that Foxstar spent a considerable time on, her gaze turning to rest on that of her target. Her voice shattered the silence a moment later, a calm, almost arrogant tone spilling from her lips as she addressed the tom who'd thought he could simply leave SunClan once choosing to go through initiation. "It's been a while, Omega. I was wondering where you'd disappeared to."
Truthfully, the she-cat couldn't really care less about the tom before her. It was all a matter of principal, really. He had committed himself to SunClan, to her ranks, and as those who tried to leave knew, Foxstar didn't give up that which was hers. One couldn't simply break the rules without consequence, otherwise the order she'd set up would come crumbling down. Omega, unfortunately, was about to learn that lesson, and pay for his disobedience with his life. A pity, really, because the former Stratego could have been quite a useful addition to the clan, she expected.
The past had always caught up to Omega, but it had never hunted him down to the ends of the earth. His time in the cult was brief, and he thought it went unnoticed by Foxstar. The voice behind him was obvious proof of his miscalculation, but it worked out to some extent. He was on his old stomping grounds and mere minutes away from both adopted ones. The leader had no chance of catching up to him. Besides, there was not much she could do to him that had not already been done. Torture used to be stable for him in his childhood, and that was him family doing it to him. It was passionate. Foxstar was merely obeying the will of some deity only she could see.
"It's Foxstar, isn't it? It humors me to meet you so far out of your way." The tom's voice resonated off the cold, hard, exposed bedrock adjacent to the waterfall. "So these days you have nothing better to do than chase down some random initiate that fled your cult?" He glanced over his should to see the she-cat's typical demeanor: calm yet infuriated. Every leader to some extent mastered that duality, but Foxstar had it down to a science. "Your little 'deity' has his priorities straight, I'll give him that. " He waved his tail and turned back to the Bitter End. "Come, sit with me." He trusted her arrogance would not prompt an attack at this point. He was near the edge of both the pool and the cliff. An attack would spell death for one or both of them.
Post by Honeystorm on Nov 20, 2018 16:52:38 GMT -5
"I have plenty to do. It is simply that I was bored enough to come myself, instead of sending one of the Janus. You should be honored." Most cats of the clan knew little to nothing about the duties of the non-traditional ranks in SunClan, as the clan wasn't particularly forthcoming. For better or worse, Omega had intimate knowledge of the clan's inner workings and territory, such that he was dangerous enough to warrant being hunted down. The Priestess was trying to keep the details a secret for a reason.
She took two steps forward at his request, keeping herself just out of range, but choosing to humor him just a tad. Even so, the she-cat didn't dare to sit, instead standing and waiting. "I appreciate the invitation, but unfortunately, I must decline." She wasn't stupid, after all. Maybe Omega was content with getting himself killed by throwing them both over the edge, she really couldn't be certain, but Foxstar wasn't one who intended on rushing head first to her death. She could wait him out until an opportunity presented itself. After all, she had given herself the entire day for this so that she didn't feel the need to rush. Littlebird could hold her own for a day.
"I am honored, my dear High Priestess. I would have been insulted if you sent one of those Jani, and you would have been disappointed to find their head, or heads, on your border." The hunter glanced behind him and took her note of the distance. The Foxstar he knew did not waste time on petty matters, so he knew she was thinking along the same lines that he was regarding the waterfall. He took a paw and swirled in impatiently in the pool of foaming water in front of him. Its frigid bite did not surprise him, but rather it warmed him in a peculiar way. More happened at this very waterfall than the Priestess knew or could comprehend. This was his final sacred place, and he would not let the leader's ego defile it.
"Consider yourself lucky. Only two cats in the world know of this little trick, and you might be the third." He let his paw drag him into the swirling eddies of the waterfall's pool. The cold's vice instantly closed on his chest upon submersion, but he did not feel the expected current pull him over the edge. A sigh of relief escaped him it that moment. He was not sure the water was deep enough this time of year, but it worked and he was back in control of the situation. He quickly swam to the other side of the pool underwater, only surfacing when he reached the other side. He clamored out of the freezing pool and shook his fur out before casting the Priestess a mocking stare.
Post by Honeystorm on Nov 23, 2018 12:23:20 GMT -5
For a moment, she wondered if the tom had simply chosen to kill himself instead of allowing her to finish him off. Until she noticed his frame still moving beneath the water, carried not to the edge, but being allowed to swim to the fall's far side. Foxstar had to admit, it was an ingenious plan, and if it were anyone else but herself, that might have been the end of things. After all, she had about a fifty-fifty chance of being able to replicate his maneuver, and taking the long way meant that she would lose him for certain, as he'd make it back to the League far before she could ever catch up.
A sensible cat would have left to come back another day to get their target. The High Priestess however, gave herself only a moment of deliberation, dipping her paw as a test into the frigid waters Omega had just emerged from, and offering up a prayer to the Sun God by way of saying "Don't let me die." Given who spoke the words, however, such a request was about the same as any other member of SunClan groveling. As soon as the words let silence hang in the air, the current dragged her beneath the waters, and she lost sight of the Sun behind her, the deity looking at the Priestess with something akin to awe, more so at her willingness to brave the cold and wet, which he despised with a passion, than the fact she was doing something so blatantly risky.
The water was bitterly cold. Ha, bitterly. If not occupied by holding her breath and making sure she didn't get pulled over the edge of the waterfall, she might have chuckled at the thought. As it was, the freezing waters gave her a newfound energy and focus, and the ivy eyed feline pushed on, following the path she'd visualized as Omega had swam to ensure she reached the other side.
By the Sun's power, or just a magnificent stroke of luck, Foxstar did, in fact, survive to tell the tale. She pulled herself out of the water, a malicious grin widening across her face as her claws unsheathed themselves. "If you're looking to get away alive, you're going to need to do much better than that."
He thought the Foxstar's paw would be the end of it all. He was not worth it. He had not even committed himself fully into SunClan before he bowed out, and she still considered it. And went through with it. The hunter watched her silhouette swimming under the water in disbelief. The deepest, most primal parts of his brain pushed him to jump into the water and fight there. He knew calling Foxstar a skilled combatant was an understatement, but he did not think she had experience fighting in the churning waters before him. Just instants before his jump the logical part seized control again. Even if he overpowered her, a killing bite would be difficult if not impossible underwater, and it would not take much for a defeated Foxstar pull him into the abyss with her if he could not land that final bite. Even with the bite, it would be only one life, two if he was lucky with fall before Foxstar was back. He didn't need to kill her, he had mangle her body enough that the Sun god could not revive her.
He looked down into the water and had a startling realization. Three seconds. It was how long until Foxstar emerged, and he didn't have to think of where to run next to gain the upper hand, assuming the humans had not destroyed it. The lands below were not what he remembered. The humans had changed nearly everything in view, but he could still see the rocky path that he had long avoided but might just save his life. The tom then heard the Priestess break the surface of the water, so he immediately took off down a crumbling steep slope as he heard her taunt pierce the crisp winter air. A smirked grew on his face as he ran. Foxstar did not realize the last die had not yet been rolled.
Omega would've been wise to take the risk and fight with her in the churning waters. However dangerous the feline was, she wasn't a cat bred to fight within the water. Her fur didn't hold that seemingly water resistant shine from eating fish, and her heavy fur weighed her down when the frigid liquid soaked in. Foxstar was a cat made for the trees and the open plains, made for the nighttime shadows and foggy mornings. Water would never be her strength. Even making it to shore was an ordeal, for she'd only ever swam in gentler waters, but she'd managed, with a certain grace that made the difficult task look utterly effortless.
Without a second thought, the she-cat bolted after him, feeling stones slip and tumble underneath her paws, sending a fiery sharpness rocketing up her legs to accompany the icy burn from the waters that clung to her fox-frame as her pads were scored by tiny rocks she hardly had the time to notice, let alone attempt to avoid.
The High Priestess almost laughed as adrenaline coursed through her veins, riding on the thrill of the chase that made her heart pound in her ears, and her muscles tense in preparation. The she-cat had to force herself to take a deep breath to clear her head, lest she be lost to the addictive feeling, though a manic grin founds its way past her barriers to make her face a terrifying sight to behold.
Beside her ran her deity, a fiery blur as they descended after the League tom, his wild grin mimicking her own.
Given his life, fear was not something Omega experienced often. He was frightened more often, but never afraid. The kind of fear that sent chills to one's core. The type that made only his most primal instinct drive his logic. Such a fear ignited under Omega when he looked back to the Priestess chasing after him. He was not any enemy to her. He was prey. Even in death she would not relent her assault. He felt her searing presence from several fox-lengths away from the blazing she-cat. If he had to die today, he would make sure it would not be by her claws. She would make it painful, whereas the creatures he was running towards could kill him with ease in single bite.
His paws soon reached a dark stone path. Cars roared across it with no end in sight. He sighed briefly before turning to face his pursuer. Hopefully this would not be his last stand.
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 16, 2018 16:46:52 GMT -5
Her instincts screamed at her to halt as the sound of whizzing cars reached her ears, but Foxstar ignored the sensible part of her that spoke then, shoving that worry deep down into the darkest recesses of her soul. She'd seen the monsters before, had been deep into the city where they roamed freely along their paths, obeying lights and signs that meant little to the Priestess. Even so, she didn't particularly like or trust them. She'd seen the monsters disobey before, and it hadn't ended well for either the cars or the twolegs within.
A low laugh left her jaws as she glanced only briefly at the thunderpath. A last stand, then? That was fine by her. She'd be disappointed, certainly, to have come all this way to not even feel blood beneath her paws, but if he wanted to make her job so easy, he could go right ahead. "Nowhere to run now." Foxstar purred, claws flicking out as she stalked forward, leaving crimson prints from her scratched up pads in her wake.
His eyes flickered between the roaring thunderpath and the prowling lion. He had lives to spare, so trying to cross the thunderpath was not a bad idea. He'd probably get hit, and Foxstar would not be able to get to his corpse without getting run over. The High Priestess's knowledge of his extra lives was also not certain. He never told anyone that he had lives left from his time in Toxicity, let alone how many he had. For all she knew, death meant death for him. Gears visibly turned in his head as he sized up the cat before him again. Getting run over was quick but suspicious as suicide was clearly not his objective. Purposefully losing to the cult leader in combat, that made more sense. She'd kill him once and leave him be. Perfect.
His azure optics glittered in defiance as the she-cat prowled within pouncing distance. Authenticity was key in his plot, so the hunter began to circle around the High Priestess while flexing his own talons. What better way to be genuine than talking trash? "I see you don't get out often. " His eyes glanced to the bloody pawprints following the leader. "Are you sure you're up to fighting me? I won't just roll over and die because of some flame in the sky." He knew she was a skilled fighter in Sunclan's territory, but this was his home terrain, desolate with a light layer of snow underfoot.
"More like I don't go skidding down slopes often." Foxstar corrected, seemingly unfazed by the comments. If he was resorting to insults, he was afraid. At least, that's what she assumed. She creeped closer, taking her time sizing up Omega properly before she'd make her first strike. "And I expect nothing less of a former Strategos. This would hardly be half as fun if you didn't even try." The Priestess was old enough to remember his reign, in fact, she even remembered many of his predecessors, and to have been told of others beyond her time. Foxstar most certainly wasn't the youngest cat in the forest, but that time had left her with skills and wit to be feared. Omega was not the first cat she'd killed in battle, and nor would he be the last.
"Do you have any last words?" She questioned when he came around the front of her again. The second the words left her lips, she struck, not giving him time to formulate an answer. This may not be her home terrain, but she'd killed in unfamiliar places before. There was a certain level of caution necessary, and she still felt herself treading the line of arrogance in this fight, one paw arcing for his throat, as the other threw up snow and dirt, mixed with her blood, for his face. Would either hit their mark? She couldn't say, but the movement got her point across well enough. She wasn't here to play, whatever she said. The fox-furred feline was here to kill him, plain and simple.
He nearly laughed at the mention of his last words. Sure, she'd hear those in a little bit, but not yet. He stood a chance against such a formidable fighter on his home turf. Even so, he wouldn't waste the energy if he didn't have to. As much as the fake death sounded appealing, getting to the other side of the road would be far better. He would keep his secret and lose the Priestess if he did do, but from the sound of the vehicles roaring past him such an opportunity would be impossible to find while fighting for his life. He was so distracted with his thought he did not have to properly analyze the technique the Priestess threw at it him.
A quick choice would have to suffice. He had a paw slicing towards his throat on one side with some mixture of soil coming at him from the other. While the two assaults were certainly a little bit overwhelming, it left the Priestess open for something more direct. Instead of moving from side to side, he lunged at Foxstar. As he moved through the air he felt the dirty mixture connect and cake onto his fur while the paw arcing towards his throat was considerable less meaningful now that he was inside her reach. He could still feel the claws rip through the fur in the back of his neck as he brought Foxstar to the ground, but it was nothing compared to having his throat torn out.
