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Jadie here's the thread It had not been long since SunClan returned to its homeland, or what remained of it. The territory as a whole was merely a coal. Most of the vegetation was burned away, and blowing in the wind with the sand from the desert to the east. But not all the life in the territory was gone. Seemingly in time with its true inhabitants returning, small sprouts could be seen pushing through the earth. To the cats that it saw it, it have them hope. The fire had consumed all it touched, but still life persisted just as they would. They had work to do to rebuild what they lost so tragically that day, but one of them could not replace what he lost. Gone was the glorious image on SunClan, once the most powerful Clan in the forest.
That cat walked alone in the territory. He could see the small sprouts pushing through the soil beneath. The temperature was mild and the wind calmed from earlier. The clouds overhead dropped a light rain on him, but nothing unbearable. It was far easier to deal with than the burdens he already carried, and it would foster the new life forming beneath his paws.
SunClan had only been home for a few days and the borders remained unmarked. It was a risky waste of time mark borders that they didn't presently have the strength to properly enforce: They needed to focus on hunting and healing for now. It was an added bonus of keeping their So yes, there was some strategy in this decision. And yet... the idea of leaving one particular border unmarked would not fly. Bloodystar would see to it personally.
The shadowy territory of MoonClan came into sight and Bloodystar's fur bristled. He swiftly marked it and, not wanting to linger, turned back along a different path than he normally took, a more roundabout way back to SunClan camp. The High Priest wasn't sure what had compelled him to adjust his usual route, but he was happy for the change in scenery. Already life was beginning to dig its way through the soot and ash. It made him smile. What was that creature the ancients had told him about... a phoenix?
"In order to rise from its own ashes, a Phoenix first must burn," He said quietly to himself, batting at a rock in his path, "All things happen for a reason. Praise the Sun God for his divine vision, for good things are soon to come, I can feel it in my bones..."
Something else had its eye on Bloodystar. It has had its eye on him from the moment he received his lives, watching from a far. It had seen his victories, his downfalls, and his many blunders. It watched him tear his clan apart from the inside with poisonous words, and then physically eliminate those who didn't immediately bend to his will. It had cost him almost everything, and this being wanted change that. But it was no Sun God.
The first thing he could feel was the sudden cold. The air went from mild to freezing cold and the falling rain became a gentle snow in moments. He could see his breath every time he exhaled, and frost soon covered the ground and formed a light coating on his fur. But that wasn't the end. Far from it. A mist soon rose from the earth and surrounded him. The new life forming from the earth wilted and died in the mist as the mist sucked the energy out of them. The mist rose up and became more of a dense fog, so the only thing he could see was the ground directly beneath his paws and a dense cloud of white on all sides.
While it did not drain the energy out of him, he could certainly feel the pull. If he stepped any closer to the cloud, he too would join the plants that wilted and died. A deep voice echoed boomed within the fog like thunder. It somehow came from all sides at once. "I can see you."
Bloodystar didn't realize the sudden drop in temperature until he saw wisps of his breath obscure his vision. Even in the most frigid of seasons SunClan rarely got cold enough to generate something like that and he stopped mid-step. The ginger tom's heart rate began to pick up and his breathing became more shallow as he surveyed the frost, the rain, the mist... But he wasn't fearful, no, he was excited! In his delusion he perceived any sort of supernatural occurrence as the work of the Sun God even when all signs pointed to the contrary. The Sun God had no affinity for water. He only ever brought warmth, not cold.
The High Priest's first reflex was to bow down but whatever wisp of common sense he had left told him to hold off, something was wrong. The being's appearance was ominous and unnerving to its core; however, Bloodystar so, so wanted him to be anything else that his element activated and smoothed out its edges. The bitter cold was lukewarm; the tone of the being's voice friendly, accommodating. It soothed Bloodystar some, but he still didn't bow.
Interesting, this tom really had gone off the rails. As they fed on the heat in the air and the energy in the plants, they also fed on all the energy in cats. The demon had learned to distinguish emotions from that energy. They sensed no fear, no anger, no disdain. They fed on joy, relief, and... excitement? The demon could hardly believe it, but they knew what those tasted like. They could also feel the power of the amulet. While intriguing, that was not their purpose in coming to Bloodystar. Such a thing would only be a tasty, savory distraction. They had long since learned to control those mortal feelings and shove them aside like the trash they were.
But he did not do the one thing they truly wanted: to fully submit. They wanted him to bow, to plead, and to give himself over. Like he saw many of his Clanmate, Bloodystar was but another project that needed correction. Unlike Bloodystar to his Clanmates, the demon could just toss him aside if he strayed too far from the path.
"I am the one who hailed you for tossing aside Littlestar for betraying SunClan's values." The mist swirled faster and showed him images from that fateful day he casted Littlestar aside. "I am the one who gifted you with your right to rule SunClan, the one who gave you your birthright." Images formed in the mist, showing him addressing his Clan after receiving his nine lives. "I am the one who understands your suffering, who knows your tragedy..." The mist danced and showed him images of the fire tearing through SunClan's camp. "And your triumphs." It showed him an image of Glowstar's 'death'. "I know what you have done here has been for the greater good, even if your Clanmates do not see it that way."
Bloodystar's eyes widened as wisps of his history appeared and then dissipated back into the mist. He was positively enthralled by the images as rarely did a cat see his own history from a different perspective like this. Of course, he saw only what he wanted to see. The High Priest in the mist was the picture of strength and confidence, the kind of cat to be respected, adored and followed without question. He'd worked so hard for it, had given all he had, in fact, and up until he had attributed all of his accomplishments to the Sun God... even though he was absent.
The being before him, though... they filled in some blanks, connected some dots... and gave him praise even though few other cats did. His heart rate picked up and Bloodystar was confused at first, he wasn't frightened or ashamed, no, he was... happy? Happy to have answers, happy to have support, maybe someone that he could rely on? These days he could count the cats he trusted on one paw and even them he kept on short leashes, afraid that if he let them out of his sight for a second, they would turn on him like everyone else.
"Thank... thank you!" Bloodystar finally spit out, but still he did not bow, for all of the good he was feeling from this cat it was tempered with something else, some instinct that told him danger was near. These days that instinct of his was caged, nothing but echoes in the void, but enough that the High Priest didn't let his guard down entirely, not yet, "But why? Why have you helped me, and why are you only showing yourself now?"
Still, he did not bow. Either he was resilient, or he forgot his manners. It didn't matter. As long as Bloodystar kept talking to them, they would make him bow. They would make him submit and do what he was meant to do. And they could accelerate it a little bit more. The mist encroached on Bloodystar's space, and with it the intensity of its pull grew. More energy left his body, hopefully just enough that it would induce some euphoria.
"I am helping you because never before has a SunClan High Priest faced such an adversity. You rightfully claimed your proper place after Littlestar's treason, and purified the clan according to its true laws." Their voice trailed off and became more of whisper. "You did that because you are strong. And I needed to see it. I needed to see that you are strong enough to weather anything your Clanmates threw at you," The mist showed him images of the many uprisings in his leadership, and then his glorious solution to each one. "That you are wise enough to recognize and condemn all the traitors woven into the fabric of your Clan." It showed him images of Skipstep and all the others in the prison, and then Foxbane's march out of the camp. "I needed to see that you could stand on your own. And you did, and you will. I know now that you will lead SunClan to glory through its darkest times yet to come, and they will thrive because of you." The mist pulled away and its draining pull lessened on Bloodystar. "Greatness cannot be taught, it is a gift. I needed to know that you were great, and you are. You have been one of the most impactful leaders I have seen."
Bloodystar's paws began to tremble as further praise was showered upon him and he felt... tears?... begin to well up in the corner of his eyes. He didn't know where all of these emotions were coming from, but it was sweet release, like the storm cloud that had been following him for the past year was starting to dissipate and reveal the sunlight he so desperately needed and craved. This spirit was filling a void in his heart that was left vacant by Littlestar all of those moons ago... it was different, but welcome.
He'd never felt such intense emotions after such a brief meeting and almost out of nowhere he felt compelled to bow his head. It felt so natural but also foreign, he hadn't been so submissive to any cat in moons.
"I thank you again...but... there must be another reason why you appear before me now," Bloodystar said with an even tone, "You've been an observer for so long. What do you want?"
The demon couldn't help but let out a low rumble at the sight of his submission. Finally. For a cat so broken and delusion, it should have been as easy as showing up. No matter. They had him in their grasp, and now there was no way they'd let him go until he served his purpose. The mist withdrew slightly to release that little bit of extra draining, but not all of it. They never tired from the taste of a SunClan High Priest, even one as tainted and impure as Bloodystar.
"I've found you because a snake as returned." They paused. "Littlestar lives." The mist swirled and showed Bloodystar an image of a bloody and battered Littlestar with some weird paint on her. Foxbane, Skipstep, and two other cats surrounded her, and were clearly trying to tend to her many wounds. "They are taking care of her. Where, I do not know. But she is alive and growing stronger." The images in the mist dissipated. "Letting her live was perhaps the one mistake you have made. A understandable mistake, but snakes are sly creatures. If you try to keep it caged, it will escape and poison you again. She will tear down everything you have built. She will raise heathens who do not believe in the Sun God's glory." Their voice became a whisper. "She will challenge you, and you must have the courage to kill the snake this time. You must have the courage to do to her what she did to the Sun God."
Bloodystar knew that there was a chance that Littlestar was still alive. At the time he said the reason he wouldn't execute her was so that the Sun God could pass his final judgement, but the truth was that he couldn't bring himself kill her. Through all the hell she had put him through, she never would stop being his mentor and, in some sense, his mother; however, the longer he was leader, the further his heart fell into darkness. The humanity that was once there was now almost totally dead.
He felt the air shift slightly, it wasn't pleasant, but talking of murder was never supposed to be. He didn't hesitate to enter the path that the demon opened up for him without so much as a question.
"I owe it to the Sun god to finish what I started..."
"You do. And you will get the chance to right your wrongs." The demons voice paused. "Have you ever considered the possibility that the Sun God's return will be because his slayer died? Maybe she absorbed a piece of him and his hiding him from you and the Clan. Killing her would be the only way to set it free." The words left the demon's mouth with a sour taste. They were not one for speculation most of the time, but this seemed fitting enough, and certainly plausible. It wasn't every day a god died."
As he walked into the path the mist closed behind him, and before long all he could see in any direction was the mist. "You must assume the worst. Like a python she has coiled around the throat of your Clan, and I'm giving you the means to fix it." The mist parted again and revealed a red paint, but it smelled different than any of the paints SunClan had produced. It was sweeter smelling, as if someone infused it with jasmine or lilies. "This paint will poison Littlestar and weaken her substantially. But it is not a normal poison. There is... an extra element to it. You must paint it in this pattern..." The mist swirled him an image of a cat's leg. The red paint was solid around the claws but tendrils then spiraled up the leg. "And you cannot strike anyone with those claws until you meet Littlestar."
