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Dead-dreams
He was never supposed to be born. Born without life, born to the distraught cries of his mother even if he can't recall them himself. He was brought back to life by a brilliant and determined medicine cat. Though his mother claimed her grief brought him back, that starclan recognized it wasn't his time yet and returned him to her. She called him her angel but among the other kits he was mocked as the dead kit. The older superstitious elders claimed he was a ghost or a demon, as no one could cheat death like that.

coming back to finish this

I'm gonna let this go on for the rest of February just to see if we can get a 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place winner ^-^

Honeystorm
Senescence
"I can feel the cold hand of death, and the end drawing near. I've seen gods of the men, and all of which they fear." I don't think anyone can be born as I am now, I wasn't, but returning to the home of my youth, perhaps anything's possible. I am no longer who I once was, Naveen is no more. I am no longer the youngling who ran around Green's paws, tuning out the darkness in the world, in the hearts of the cats she lived among each day. We are different, separate, yet the same, and I am the present and the future, Naveen-chan is the past, a past long ago, my heaven before I was exposed to the underworld where I now reside. How did I become exposed to this darkness? Well, I'll tell you, but by the end you'll be covering your ears, begging me to stop and give you the sweet embrace of death. And I shall oblige, whether you actually grovel or not. This is not information I bestow lightly, so hear me at your own discretion. Naveen-chan, yes -chan, you've rightly heard, was a naive youngling, her doe-like eyes a haint blue, so trusting and innocent, the world was white, no shadows of darkness crept into her mind. Her name meant beautiful, and she was so, clothed in red the hue of old twoleg metal that has become rogue with age, her body laced with inky black that she missed in the world, and a chest pure white as the heart she had, a vibrant, feather-like tail that flashed as her eyes did, the color of fresh spilled blood. The picture of innocence in a dark world, ignorant to the darkness around her and those she loved. And one day, she left the safety of her company, into the world alone to explore. After all, what could there be to harm you in a world filled with white? "Sing to me songs of the Darkness. Farewell to heaven, my friend. Come to me, bury your sorrow. Temptation. Await the condemned." But it wasn't to last, as nothing lasts forever. A ghostly, and perhaps ghastly figure followed her that day, and she was unaware of the things to befall her. And just like that, she disappeared into thin air, unable to be found by the best hunters, taken by the ghost. And yet, she wasn't scared, not yet.She didn't see the menace in his gaze, the scars on his pelt. No, Naveen saw purity, untainted as she always did, content with her companion that would offer an adventure, one she'd never live down. And she met the twolegs 'monsters'. They led her away, far, far from her home, how far, she didn't know, nor did she pay attention. "Sing to me songs of the Darkness. Farewell to heaven, my friend. Come to me, bury your sorrow. Temptation. Await the condemned." And then she knew darkness, she knew pain, horror, and death. Naveen was unprepared for the blackness. There was no gray, no redemption from the sights, the others. Tortured, beaten, broken. The smell of rot and dirt place that would never leave, the blood, the dogs and twolegs, the cages and carrion, the scent of death and the sight of bodies that littered the ground stained the colors of old blood for as long as time shall go on. A place of danger and death, of murder and an unrelenting heat during the summer, an unbearable cold even the thickest pelt couldn't keep at bay. The twolegs, the cats, they tortured her, attacked and damaged, breaking her spirit further, destroying the innocence that was her. She barely made it to her first fight, starved and pitiful as she was placed before her competitor.A scrawny tom with a thin pelt that may have been white, barely older than her. They fought, a weak fight that even the most innocent newborn could outmatch. Naveen was the victor, coated in shallow, stinging scratches as the crowd called for the tom's blood to be spilled.They got their wish, though not by her. She refused, stepping away from murder. Another was thrown in, the figure who'd brought her, now to be seen in his true form, demonic and black with evil. Tossed her aside with a crack as she hit the wall, showing her the one she'd given mercy. He satisfied their howls, and she never saw the white cat again. And Naveen was beat after that, by first the twolegs, but the cats were the ones to fear. She was badly injured, her left eye permanently damaged with a cut that ran from her brow down to her jawline, through her eye. And it was blinded. The haint blue that used to glimmer so brightly, replaced with a deep shade of violet. And she couldn't get up. Her strength had left her, and her morals shattered. And I got up for her. We both wanted to die, but I stood, our body rejecting death as an option. Naveen died that day, but a fraction of her survived. And I fought the battles. No one, nothing was left unscathed. "Sing to me songs of the Darkness. Farewell to heaven, my friend. Come to me, bury your sorrow. Temptation. Await the condemned." I tried to die, to fulfill our desires, but some twisted, demented part of me refused, betrayed me. And so I did what I knew. I continued to fight. But I was merciful. I gave them that which they cried for. Death. I stopped them of their suffering. And I was unmatched in my pursuits. And I defeated my captor,took his place, though I'd given myself such a name that an eye was kept upon me. Naveen granted the mercy we knew to those who hadn't yet realized it was so. But I didn't want to live this life anymore, this never ending nightmare, and neither did Naveen. So we left, and the building burned behind us. Don't worry, there were no living cats in there. I was merciful and they were with their deities in the stars, or wherever they went, long before it burned. I cannot say the same for the twolegs, and I doubt there were survivors. Then I traveled. Long, far.I was a huntress, I knew how to catch my prey, and kill it mercifully before it realized what would befall it. And I gained strength. I walked,walked until my paws threatened to fall off then walked some more. I was used to exhaustion, to starvation and weakness, I knew how to keep going, despite it all. Finally, after nigh a moon of walking, we ended up here. I am not sure if it was luck, or misfortune that brought me back to my youth, but I couldn't forget the scent, even if I had tried. It was comforting in a way I never thought I could remember, but it was now tainted black with my new knowledge. I've seen my family walking this land, those who I grew up with, they don't recognize me. For I am no longer the kit who disappeared. I am Senescence. I am blind in my left eye, and scars criss-cross my pelt heavily along my blind purple eye and chest, though my tail still glimmers as blood, and my eyes reflect as my family is known for. The world is not white, but black as my lace,and the only good I can do is grant merciful death. This is who I am. And I have no desire to reconcile with Green or the rest of my family.They'll only see the dead past of Naveen. I have not been Naveen for a long time, and I'll never be her again. And now, I believe I promised you a merciful death. "Sing to me songs of the Darkness. Sing to me songs of the Darkness. Sing to me songs of the Darkness. Sing to me songs of the Darkness." Quoted song: Poltergeist by Zatox.