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The sense of deja vu in the mind of the Priestess was an overwhelming thing. Clad in the ebony and crimson paints she'd donned for Wormwood's execution, she wandered to the rock, considering the place where he'd killed so many. So many dead, and yet he had failed in the end, in every single way. He failed to keep his sanity, to accomplish his goal, and more than that, he failed to mimic her. He tried to hard, to copy the murders of Crowlight and Crowluster, but he hadn't even been capable of that. The fox-hearted she-cat dared to laugh from her place at the rock's base, knowing that the clan was asleep, that she was well and truly alone, at least for the moment.
Unlike the clan, she'd known it was a copycat immediately, given that she'd been the one to kill the two crows. It had been a simple matter of finding the killer. And now that he was gone, the clan was peaceful once more. Of course, Foxstar had to admit she missed the thrill of the chase.
Looking at the rock, she her mind drifted back to the past, to the two cats who'd laid there once upon a time, to the feeling of the life bleeding out of those who'd dare try and stop her. It almost caused the Priestess to laugh again at the thought. She hadn't missed their presence's on the Summer solstice, when the dead walked among the living. If looks could kill, she'd have certainly been stripped of her lives. But it was their own faults, wasn't it? After all, if they'd simply kept their mouths shut, they wouldn't be dead now, would they?
"I don't understand how you deal with being so big so often, Foxstar," the feline grumbled as she picked her way down toward the rocks. Her natural grace and agility mattered little now, but at least it kept her on her paws, instead of sprawling ungracefully across the ground. She was going to have a large litter, and she had already decided this was the last time she was having kittens, ever. They were not worth it so far, she could just find some to adopt next time, and if any tom tried to tell her different she'd shred them to ribbons to feed to the kittens.
They certainly seemed to have a taste for violence, always kicking her all night long.
Crowluminesence landed at the base of the rock and shook the dust out of her long black coat. It had been a long and tiring walk for her, and when she saw the leader she'd decided it was time for a rest.
Post by Honeystorm on Nov 24, 2018 13:21:22 GMT -5
"You get used to it." Foxstar's whiskers twitched in amusement as she watched her daughter climb, a dangerous thought entering her mind at the queen's presence. A deadly thought. How long would it be before she found out what had happened to her predecessors? More than that, Wormwood had disgraced this place with his shoddy attempts at mimicry, and the High Priestess mused that it would be interesting to see the fear return to their gaze so soon after losing thirteen of their own. "Though I don't appreciate the comment on my size." It was a rare moment for the fox-hearted feline to look amused, let alone swipe at her adopted daughter's ear in a playful manner.
