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Since she'd left the Moon Creek with all 9 of her lives. And having to see little Tranquilpaw among the cats who gave her a life, the low kindling fire of hatred for Bloodystar whipped up into a raging hell fire.
Jetstar managed to hold her calm, keep it in around the clan she was set to lead. Things were tense in SpringClan for her after all, she couldn't go snapping.
Especially since they weren't the target of her ire.
She lasted all of a day, fanning the flames of her hatred, her blood screaming for vengeance, until she could take it no longer.
As soon as night fell, she flew from SpringClan. Running down mountain paths, the moon shining brightly overhead. Not quite as full as it had been days prior. One of those days when Tranquilpaw had died. One of her brother's precious little daughters.
Dead.
Because of him.
Jetstar's face contorted into a snarl, hate blazing in her eyes as she ran like a bat out of hell. In pursuit of a soul who belonged in the burning, blazing depths but had somehow escaped.
She was going to make him suffer.
Plans and ideas rolled through her mind, with each soft pat of her paws on the ground as she sprinted across the land. Anger giving strength to her paws as she let herself cut loose.
It was dawn by the time she'd reached the forest clans. Jetstar's eyes narrowed at the smoldering remains of SunClan's territory in the distance. She'd lived through the fire that had begun SunClan's transformation into the sun fearing Clan they now were. She recognized easily the signs of land that had just endured the blaze of a forest fire. The scorched scars it left behind for moons.
She grit her teeth glaring at it before she shook her head and opened her mouth dragging in the scent. She would find him. She would find him and make him regret ever being born!
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It took her all day to locate where they were at. She was glad she'd lied to Goldengriffon and said she'd need a day to work some things out and to handle things. She found the clan squatting in MoonClan's lands. How fitting, stuck hiding on their enemies lands. Pathetic.
Jetstar noticed some cats going on patrols and she tracked their movements. She was certain an opportunity to get Bloodystar would come tomorrow.
She would make him fear. She would make him feel every ounce of terror poor Tranquilpaw had probably been in. The apprentice hadn't gone into how she'd died, but Jetstar was certain it was Bloodycrow's fault. It was all his fault. Everything that had happened in SunClan since they'd thrown out the Sun God was his fault.
She was going to hunt him down, and kill him. All nine times if that was what it took. The image making her grin in wicked delight, her tail lifting eyes glimmering at the image of him at her paws. Paws weakly reaching up towards her as she ripped and ripped, tearing into his flesh. Rending him limb from limb until he was nothing but a bloody mess on the ground. To be picked at by the crows.
---- The following morning it was all too easy to find a wandering cat near her hiding place at the lake. Fog was starting to billow in, and given that she was still presumed dead the setting couldn't be more perfect. The fog, the chill that began to permeate the air. The sun blocked behind clouds.
All of it perfect.
The tabby apprentice had come for a drink and instead Jetstar rose from the water and scared the daylights out of him. With the fog covering everything and Jetstar having spent a good portion of the morning working on slipping into the water quietly, the apprentice would have no reason to not think she hadn't pulled herself from the depths.
The apprentice shrieked and ran and Jetstar laughed after him.
"Run to that traitor! The one who killed us all!" Jetstar yowled after him. "Tell him the dead have come for their due! And they won't stop until his blood feeds the ground that's taken their bodies!"
Jetstar laughed, the sound coming out a bit crazed. More of a cackling. She was going on day two of little food, her single minded focus on killing Bloodystar making her a little nutty. But it was fine. Soon she'd be painting the ground with his blood and she could go back to SpringClan and be a good leader. Yes.
The tan and black she cat melted back into the fog still laughing, her stomach panging a little from the lack of food but it was fine.
She lingered near where Satinlights body had been found, eager to begin the retribution that was a long time coming.
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Tenebrouspaw's heart was pounding in his chest as he ran back towards the makeshift camp, nearly crashing into Bloodystar when he came across him. "There's still undead cats! They're not all gone! They're coming from the water! From the lake" He cried shaking all over. "They're coming for a traitor they said!"
"Quiet, Tenebrouspaw." As luck would have it, Bloodystar was awake. He always was these days. The leader suffered from severe insomnia especially now that he wasn't in his den, curled up next to Jetfire and their kits, she really did sooth his soul... at the cost of her own sanity, of course. Plagued with nightmares that he had the power to make real, awake or otherwise, Bloodystar only slept when a cat he trusted could watch over him. Which was rough. There weren't many. All he had to do was removed the amulet and hide it away somewhere while he slept... but he wouldn't dare. It was the source of his strength, all he had left, really. He wouldn't, couldn't, take it off until he and Jetfire were back home, and everything went back to normal.
"Your mind is playing tricks on you, child. Go to sleep," He growled, pointing the apprentice toward the apprentice's den, "I will finish your watch, it's almost over anyway. Pray that the Sun God will bring sensibility back to you when you wake in the morning."
With that Bloodystar left the makeshift camp, heading straight to the water the Tenebrouspaw had referred to. He was immediately unnerved. No wonder MoonClan is nocturnal, their territory is haunting. Dark, foggy, the moist air fill with scents of forest rot and decay, he hated everything about this place, from the way it made his paws feel like he was walking on blood-soaked nests to the itch in the back of his throat from the pollen of unfamiliar herbs. Tasting the air, that's all he got, more filth, more ruin. But no zombies.
He was at the water's edge now, peering into his own reflection. He dropped his illusion for a moment to get a good look at the real Bloodystar. There were dark circles under his eyes, he was starting to look like his half-sibling Funkson what with their obsession with eyeliner. His whiskers were singed off on the right side of his face and the fur on his right paw had totally snuffed off. The wound was wrapped up now, and he had used the amulet to remove the pain, but he knew it aught to be excruciating. He let himself feel it for a moment but dulled it almost immediately.
What the hell was he thinking? Trying to walk through fire?
Was he going mad?
Laughter bubbled in the back of his throat but he stifled it. The whole situation was comical, he'd never thought a Clan like SunClan could stoop so low. A wise leader would inspect himself for the failure and try to correct it, but not Bloodystar. All of it, from beginning to end, had to do with the murder of the Sun God. Had he still been alive today, SunClan would still be the most glorious Clan in the entire forest...
"Sun God, give me a sign. Anything. I need to know what to do next." He prayed, eyes closed, muzzle cast upward. The moon was the only God in the sky at the moment but her brother was still out there listening, he had to be.
Jetstar watched him from her hiding spot. Her lips curled up.
A sign hmm?
Jetstar was down wind from him, he wouldn't scent her. And after spooking Tenebrouspaw she'd quickly gone and located some crowfood she'd spotted on the way. Making herself wreak of death and decay. Concealing the SpringClan scent she'd picked up.
She scooped up the mangled crow she'd used and spread it out on the rock. The closest spot she could manage to where Satinlights body had been found. At least from Skipstep's description. She mentally apologized to her niece for using her gravesite in this way, but it had to be done.
Once the mangled and bloody crow was stretched out on the rock. Jetstar moved away from the rock slipping deeper into the fog. Scraping her claws on the ground to draw Bloodystar's attention towards the crow. The scraping noise loud over the eerie silence that had fallen over the area.
She slipped deeper into the fog until it became hard to even see Bloodystar from where she was. But since he didn't know she was there, he would struggle to see her.
Though now upwind from him, the scent of death and decay she'd plastered on herself would begin to register on his senses.
Bloodystar heard the faint tit tat of Jetstar's claws against the stone and tried to ignore it at first. This was an unfamiliar forest with unfamiliar sounds, he couldn't go reacting at every little stimulus that came his way. Still, he couldn't help but follow it, it wasn't like he had anything better to do as he finished up Tenebrouspaw's watch. The fog was thick and muddied his sense of smell but eventually he realized that he was picking up on something that was very, very dead. A shiver went down his spine but he did his best to stifle it. He wasn't just an adult, but he was the High Priest. Not some half-baked apprentice with an overactive imagination.
But then he saw a bloody, heaping mess of a thing by the water's edge and his heart rate picked up. It was so decayed that he couldn't make out what it was for sure until he was directly above it, but, when he realized it was a crow, he stumbled backwards and lost his footing, falling face-first in lake muck next to it.
When Bloodystar lifted his head up, all around him he saw nothing but blood, death and decay. Corpses of numerous SunClan cats littered the water's edge, their blood seeping and fueling the water just inches from his face. Even more bodies floated leisurely by partially submerged in the crimson waves and it was only then did he realize that this place was close to - if not the - location that Satinlights's body had been fished out all of those moons ago. He let out a gargling cough and scrambled back to his paws, this time more sure of his footing. Tail between his legs, he began to pull back and make a hurried retreat. This isn't real. This can't be real.
Jetstar stiffened when suddenly the stench of death grew stronger and stronger. Her eyes widened as she could see where there had been no corpses, suddenly there were corpses everywhere.
It almost made Jetstar herself want to turn tail and run, but as she looked at it hard. She forced down the bile and fear though her fur still stood on end.
'Is this some sort of defense mechanism? Kick up all these illusions to try and scare off attackers?' The thought reignited the rage, and even though stalking closer made the stench of death stronger to her. Or was it her imagination? And the crimson waves seemed to be lapping closer and closer, painting the banks red.
She came at Bloodystar from behind, hindlegs sweeping his back paws out from under him and slamming one paw into his back.
"This is your punishment." She forced her voice to come out harsh, and raspy. Like a death rattle. "You're an evil omen, a curse upon SunClan." She hissed. "So vile the dead return to end you." She lifted a paw to shove his head down before he could get a good look at her. She cringed as the red stained lake gunk welled up around her paws as she tried to push Bloodystar under.
"That's not true!" Bloodystar barley choked out before his head was shoved into the putrid red gunk. But even underwater with his eyes shut, the illusions did not abandon him, swimming within the depths were cats that weren't cats, their forms elongated, twisted, broken. Some faces he recognized and others he did not, but all of them fixed their eyes on him and laughed, and laughed, and laughed, 'Poor Bloodypaw doesn't know his place,' 'That's what you get when you let a kittypet be Priest Promised,' 'IdiotBrother, IdiotBrother!"
Taunts that had haunted him his whole life came back to the surface. When he opened his mouth to respond to them, all he got was a mouth-full of muck, which made the eerie apparitions laugh even more. After a few moments of struggling, Bloodystar finally managed to put away from Jetstar's grasp, but his vision was obscured and red-tinted, "The Sun God loves me! He loves me!" He wailed, trying to wipe the grime off his face but, no matter how much he tried, his vision never did fully clear, "I'm the chosen one...!"
Jetstar snarled striking him across the face and trying to force him back down. "You are the cursed one!" She roared. "This is what you've wrought!" Her voice rose, some of the whispers starting to unnerve her. Rather than the ripple of water, it was almost like rising whispers that she couldn't quite make out.
She needed to end this, but the way her fur stood on end and the adrenaline in her was making it hard. She added her other paw to push him down. It wouldn't be the tearing and ripping she envisioned but she didn't have the time.
[Gore warning, like seriously. Please don't read if you are squeamish. This is all an illusion, and not really happening ] The red waves continued to rise as the two cats struggled, bubbling upwards faster and faster the longer they struggled. Just as it seemed that Bloodystar was about to go under the waves, something round and white bobbed up to the surface between them. Small streaks of red and slimy goo covered the strange object as it rolled between them, as they fought caught in the waves going back and forth slowly turning in the torrent of water until it was staring up at the two of them. A golden iris that would be all to familiar to both of them bobbing up at down with each wave
A silver paw pushed through the red water, long fur slicked down tightly against the frail limb each bone outlined even through the thick fur. Claws emerged, a single one piercing the eye as it began to deflate stuck onto claws as it decayed and rotted before their eye turning into a limp mushy slime of reeking goo. The paw then jerked back under the water disappearing below the waves.
The two cats above would feel something brushing up against theirs sides, weaving through their paws, but no matter how much the struck out they wouldn't be able to seek or touch what lurked below the surface even as they saw a dark shadow moving from below. The water began to shake the ground under their feet rumbling as they started to lift up above the water. If they looked down they would see a branch under their paws as it hoisted them higher and higher, vines snaking around their paws to keep them jumping holding tight as they struggled against their binding. Higher and higher they rose into the air, the tree they were bound to rising high and high until it lurched to a sudden stop leaving them nothing to do but stare downwards to the bubbling red water below from a dizzying height.
A bright white light shined down into the water, as a silver figure began to slowly float upwards from bubbles. From so high up it would be difficult from them to make out many details, but it was getting closer and closer at an alarming speed until floating before them was a cat they both knew if they could see through the gore and terrible scene before them. The cat before them was barely more than a skeleton with long silver fur draped over it wet and slicked down to her skin. Her ribs were wrong, sticking out at odd angle and jutting outwards unnaturally like hidden blades trying to cut their way out. One of her forelegs had a bone thrust through the skin and exposed to the open air, but the most striking thing was he face. Where the she-cat's eyes should have been were only empty sockets, on her fore head a jagged moon leaking streaks of blood that ran down her face, pooling in her empty eye sockets spilling out onto her cheeks like bloody tears. If there was any doubt as to who it was, it was all cleared as she spoke. It was Littlecrow...
"No, I was the chosen one, you are nothing but a Bloody Crow" she gurgled as if she had swallowed the water she had been in. The vines moved upwards forcing them to gaze upon her form as she spoke "I was the High Priestess, the day I killed the Sun God I made a great sacrifice for you and the rest of SunClan" she moved in closer, Bloodystar and Jetstar would be able to smell the reek of decay on her breath "When you decided to disgrace me, you made a grave mistake my son, it wasn't I that went against the Sun God's wishes, but you and you alone" her nose was nearly touching his now, with each word she spoke blood flicked onto his face before moving on the Jetstar "You turned your back on me when I needed you the most, leaving me at that monster's mercy. You are just as guilty as he" she floated back looking between the two of them "It's time you both understand the fear and pain I went through that day" her lips turned up in manic laughter "Of having no control over your own body, to be released only a moment before your world comes crashing down" the vines that bound them began to loosen, a sea of faces below them in the water. Some cats that they would know, all reaching upwards screaming for their blood "to have everyone that you loved turned against you and being powerless to do anything about it. Go on, look upon their faces. Their waiting to tear you apart... if you survive the fall that is" with a smirk, and a flick of her tail the branch holding them was suddenly gone. Sending them tumbling down to the sea of blood below....
As they reached the water's surface, the illusion shattered. Leaving them panting and sprawled out on the ground, hearts racing as they prepared themselves for a death that wouldn't come.
Jetstar ignored the water rising, though her pelt crawled as the disgusting red water rose she just struggled harder, trying to get Bloodystar under. Rage beginning to give way to an almost desperation to end it as she could feel something brush along her paws.
Just as the thought occurred that maybe she should pull away, maybe she should flee. A branch was carrying them upwards, higher and higher. She clung to the branch eyes wide. Why was she seeing this?! How powerful were Bloodycrows illusions!
The worst though was yet to come. Jetstar's eyes grew to the size of saucers as Littlestar's decaying body emerged. Jetstar couldn't even summon the breath to say her sister in laws name. Only gape open mouthed in horror.
Was this what Bloodycrow had done to her? Was this Littlestar now? Decayed and dead.
Jetstar struggled against the vines, horror crashing through her as the illusion didn't just ignore her like the others before. But instead spoke to her, her ears flattening.
You turned your back on me when I needed you the most, leaving me at that monster's mercy. You are just as guilty as he"
It was everything Jetstar feared Littlestar felt thrown back in her face. She opened her mouth to protest, but the ghoulish version of Littlestar was already pulling back. Her empty sockets offering nothing but deep growing horror.
Then the branch faded under their paws and Jetstar let out a shriek as they fell.
When the illusion shattered Jetstar, scrambled to her paws. Though the corpse Littlestar was gone, the lake remained blood red, the bodies floating, and Jetstar's throat tightened as she could see floating near the bank now.
The broken body of her brother.
A keening wail, that Jetstar didn't realize was coming from her filled the air.
Feeling like she was going to be sick, Jetstar spun kicking out at Bloodystar and knocking him away from her and back towards the lapping blood red waters. She clawed up the side of the slight slope, stumbling and nearly falling in her haste to escape.
She needed to get out of here. Needed to escape.
Escape from this place where it was hard to decide if what she'd seen was an illusion or a vision.
Bloodystar snarled at Jetstar's as boiling hot blood poured down the side of his face, momentarily blinding one eye... but only from reality. The illusions were almost all he could see. As Littlecrow's corpse rose from the murky depths of the crimson waves he felt bile rise up in the back of his throat and only barely managed to avoid throwing up. Her visage was hideous, decrepit, and reeked of rot and lake muck, a true vision of the fate that he expected awaited any traitor to the Sun God. However, when she spoke, she spoke with the same vitality she always had, and with the same words.
"You're wrong!" He yowled even before she started to fade away. Paws fumbling, the false High Priest took a step toward her, blood red tears streaking out of his eyes, destroying the usually intricate paint designs, "The Sun God loves me! I'm the one who will save SunClan from what you did! I---" Before he could finish speaking, the branch beneath his feet gave way and he tumbling into the murky crimson waves.
Fully submerged, he could hear wails of agony, cats calling for help, or howling in pain, but also there were those taunting him, chanting the very same words that Littlecrow had just spoken. He felt skeletal paws wrap themselves around each of his limbs and try as he might he couldn't break free. Sun God help me! He prayed but nothing happened, if anything he was being dragged down deeper and deeper.
Bloodystar began to struggle fervently now, the claws scratching and digging into his pelt, and then ---
SNAP!
--- the illusion was shattered. All Bloodystar heard was the sound of running water and his own heavy breathing. Looking around him, he realized that he had gotten himself caught in a bramble bush near the water's edge, and the amulet hung harmlessly on one of the branches.
He'd lost control once before, but at that time he'd been sharper, he'd realized it right away. This time is was different, more real. Had the amulet not been cut when it was... surely Bloodystar would have gone crazy... With a shaking paw he picked up the source of his power by the broken chain but did not put it back around his neck as he slowly padded back to camp.
