Spring - Nb (He/Him) - Loner - Open post - Rocky Outcropping
The large, ginger tabby tom let out a sort of wail, a call to all cats around. Come he thought. Come. He stood there in the shadows, concealed, waiting for newcomers to gather. A small meet and greet, perhaps. At least eleven mice were gathered by his white-furred paws, awating a hungry belly and strong jaws. Spring needed followers, friends, cats that would trust him. Cats that would be the future of his Shadowclan.
The marbled tabby later on decided to sit down after praying to the stars and saints living among the dark sky. Night had fallen as he lurked in the cool, grabbing shadows, clinging onto his pristine pelt as if their lives depended in it. One day, he would find every cat that wronged him, and their loved ones. He'd tear them all down, watching as they screamed for mercy as they died a painful death. And his parents. They would regret the day they left him to die. That's what they had wanted, wasn't it? He was a monster now, he new it, but unlike other idiots, he didn't let the grief, guilt and pain consume him. He took control of it, relished it. It was a certain kind of power he had loved, but he wanted something more. He wanted to be in control, and so there he sat, invisible, waiting on his prey.
"He speaks like this" Thoughts Other's words Tags; None Timeline; 31 moons, 7/06/2021 Notes;