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In this thread, those possessed will not be able to roleplay out their body movements. Instead, they will roleplay out their inner thoughts and feelings, and the utter horror of being possessed. Those possessing will be able to rp out the body movements and speak as if they were that feline.
Shadowglade (Cleaver ), the only possessed cat to die, will be possessed by Elenora (Moonbound ); he ends up murdering Vanityrose (Moonbound ).
Sunhawk (simplylight ) will be possessed by Abaddon (@asterdeity ); he ends up murdering Lustrousphantom (Jetclaw ). He nearly kills Windyhurricane (Faith ) and Dappledsnow (@sinful ), but fails.
Midnightdance (Moonbound ) will be possessed by Solarflare (Jetclaw ); he ends up murdering Crystalstrife (@asterdeity ). He nearly kills Mysterypaw (Jetclaw ) and Roaringsun (indy), but fails.
Violahope (blue ) will be possessed by Goldenstar (racer ); she ends up murdering Daisydelight (indy). She nearly kills Smokepyre (@asterdeity ) and Hawthornberry (simplylight ), but fails.
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Vanityrose woke with a start. The felines around her were still sleeping away peacefully, all playing in their own dreamlands. Vanityrose laid her head down and closed her blue eyes, yet she couldn't shake an odd feeling. It pricked at her skin and caused her fur to rise ever so slightly, and her claws unsheathed and begin to dig at her bed. With a sigh, she decided that restlessness had gotten the best of her, and the brown tabby she-cat raised herself from her bed and started to head outside.
Everyone was asleep, like they should be. The moon's light filtered down and casted the camp in an ominous glow. Vanityrose wouldn't have thought nothing of it, if it weren't for the moon being a blood red. If anything, the red moon was always a bad omen.
Rustling from behind her caused the she-cat to turn her head over her shoulder, squinting her eyes to look through the darkness to see who was making such a ruckus. Out from the shadows appeared Shadowglade, and Vanityrose's features turned into one of confusion. This wasn't the normal Shadowglade - oh, no. His eyes were different. They were void of color, void of life; what had taken over them was a pure black. "Shadowglade...?" She asked as he stalked towards her, an insane smile on his face.
"Oh, no, dear. You may call me Elenora." His voice was distorted with that of a female's, and Vanityrose turned to run. Before she could truly get away, though, Shadowglade leapt forward, and a shrill scream echoed throughout the camp. Blood splattered across the ground.
One step forward, there, next to the pooling blood. Just lift up his paw, carefully drag it forward, place it down. He had done it countless times before, without a thought; but even as he focused his attention wholly on the task, the single, easy movement, he could not move even a claw. He thought the movement but he couldn't feel it, like commanding someone else's paw to move, only he knew it had to be his own, it had always been his own. Just one step... but his paws refused to listen to him.
He did his best to ignore the body at his paws, to set it aside, not the first or the last he'd seen. But he couldn't direct his gaze either, no more than he could his paws, no more than he could have stopped himself from killing her in the first place. The former prison guard had always been good at compartmentalizing, at pushing aside those feelings, not caring for suffering exacted by his own paws, but this was different. He hadn't felt quite right ever since Dyinglight, but this was different. His rage and jealousy had made him loose control a little, but never like this.
Shadowglade stared at the body at his paws, detached, accepting.
His head was swimming, pounding like a thousand drums against the edges of his mind. His body felt different; weighted, and stable. The tom truly peeled his eyes open when a scream resounded against his ears, making him flinch against the harsh noise. Not that he was alarmed; screaming didn't do much to surprise him. But what did, was the increasing realization that his paws weren't his own. They weren't even the same color; nor were his surroundings the same as they usually were. A smile wanted to crack upon his maw but he slipped carefully from his nest and into the comfortable shade of the undergrowth, locking gazes with who he could only assume was Elenora.
He waded further back into the shadows, his heart thrumming with energy and his veins buzzing with an addictive buzz. Scarlet stained the ground; outlined by the vibrancy of the moon's haunting glow.
Hiddencrest jolted awake then, his blood chilling as a scream resounded from camp; the large tom sprang to life right away. He pushed himself out into the clearing and stopped cold in his tracks. Eyes stretched wide with shock and a sickening plummet of his stomach. "Vanityrose!" he exclaimed, before his gaze flicked up towards the perpetrator, whose paws glistened with new blood. "Sh...Shadowglade?" he stammered out, before his body tensed and he readied himself. "Explain yourself!"
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on Apr 26, 2019 12:45:58 GMT -5
Sunhawk felt strange. The usually protective tom could not turn around to find the cause of Vanityrose's scream. However, a sickening feeling pooled in his belly when he attempted to move his paws back in the direction of her body. It almost felt like his own body had a mind of it's own...
Hawthornberry awoke with a start at the scream that filled the camp. A sense of dread settled over the former medicine cat. It was a feeling he knew all to well... "Vanityrose? Is she alright?" He meowed urgently as he emerged from the den. "Oh no..." His eyes fell on the lifeless body in the camp and then shifted to Shadowglade. What?
Solarflare had a bone to pick with the living, when Abaddon had come to him with the plans to possess WinterClan cats to kill their own he'd jumped at the opportunity. IT wasn't SunClan. But it'd give him practice. He'd get SunClan eventually, this was just a step towards that eventuality.
He had settled into controlling a cat by the name of Midnightdance. Curiously he lifted the tom's paw, and eyed it a bit detachedly watching the claws slide in and out. Almost as easily as he would've when he'd been flesh and blood. This was going to be fun.
Crimsonrose immediately emerged from the warriors den amber eyes narrowed into angry slits the large ginger she cat moving towards where she'd heard the shouting. "What's happened-" She trailed off when she saw Vanityrose, her eyes followed the blood and then settled on Shadowglade. "What have you done?!" She roared, then her league training kicked in the ginger she cat rushed forwards. IF Shadowglade had decided to kill, he could easily kill again. He needed to be stopped if that were the case. She launched herself at the tom, trying to tackle him to the ground.
Jade poked his head into camp, he knew he wasn't supposed to be in camp at night but the screaming overtook his interest. The grey tom did not really see what had happened from his position so he took another few steps into camp. Then he saw Vanityrose, he knew very little of her, but it was still shocking to see a murder in what he had been told was a safe haven. Jaded nervously shifted his weight as he figured out what he was supposed to do. Crimsonrose's charge at Shadowglade made him press his back into the camp wall. Slowly as to not startle any of the other cats he sidestepped over to Hawthornberry. "What happened?" His voice wasn't particularly loud and he knew what had, his question was more of a why but he simply could not find his words.
Mysterypaw poked her head out looking on as her mother moved to engage Shadowglade, she heard the question but had no answer so simply moved to observe.
