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“Of course. I respect the mortals boundaries, mostly.” He twitched his ears towards the distance owl calls. “I’ve gotta ask, why so interested. Oh, it’s not much. Not much at all!”
"Why am I so interested?" She thought for a moment. "I want the clan cats to fear me. I want them to suffer." She dug her claws into the earth and bared her teeth as she spoke.
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Exsperavit let out a hissy laugh. “If course, of course! The mortal’s suffering means nothing, really when your on top of the world. I will help you. You must help me, spread the word, if you will. We need to prepare, and once everything is over we’ll rule the world and you can cause as much suffering as you please”
“Deal! Deal! Deal! Now tell me about your plan, Flame.” This shecat was more than a regular mortal, she was a prophecy. A believer. He wrapped his tail around himself, ears flattening against his head. “When do you plan for it to happen?”
His tail quivered slightly in excitement. If she could take over NightClan, they could control their every being. “Yes! Yes, we—you, will rule NightClan. Now what do you want me to do?”
"I'm not sure yet" she confessed. She planned to do this on her own...or at least get to someone in Nightclan. She had her eyes on someone already. A feisty she-cat who goes by the name Frozenfire. The Nightclan warrior would become quite useful. Not only was she Nightclan but she also seemed like the one to betray her clan. She was strong and powerful, that was obvious. She could be the key to getting what Flame wanted. "But if I need you, I will find you."
Exsperavit got up and stretched out his legs. “Yes, yes, yes. I want you to spread the word, about the end of the world!” He was silent for a moment. “After NightClan, do you plan on taking over any more?”
"I will" she promised. "I plan on raiding Moonclan and devastating them. But no, I do not plan on taking over any others. I just want Moonclan to suffer." Then she thought about her family, her sister especially and how close they used to be. She would feel bad that they would have to suffer but the rest of the clan treated her poorly. When she began to show power, they turned their backs on her instead of encouraging her dreams. She would make her previous clan suffer, whether her family is in it or not.
He let out a bark of glee. "You seem very determined, very determined." He sat in silence for a moment, his tail twitching. He was growing bored and restless. "Where to now?" He asked.
"No, no, no. You're one of the more interesting mortals I've met." And he hadn't met much. He stared in to the sky, dotted stars. Dead balls of light. Dead balls of light they would never, ever reach. They were as countless as the things on earth but more useful than the beings on earth could ever be. He shook out his head. The ghosties had started their whisperings again, but this time clear as day. Clearer than they have ever, ever been. Come. World will burn. They were so loud, so near, he could almost see their outlines. He hissed at them, his tail lashing nervously. "Shut up." He muttered. You're dying. He shook his head, his ears ringing. Maybe, he thought, repeating the word out loud. "Soon, but not yet. Not for a while. No, no, no. Not for a while." He twisted and bit down on his tail, stilling it. "Shut it." He muttered once more. The ghosties were annoying sometimes. They made his skin crawl. His ears ring. His tail twitch. Of course he was dying, they all were, but they were not going to take him yet. Not before he could take over the world, save the world.
