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Post by Kestrelflight on Feb 7, 2011 10:15:44 GMT -6
Rowanstar was strolling, if his confident stride could be labeled a stroll, through Shadowclan. He often went out alone, patroling the borders. He used the excuse of hunting, always managing to bring back something for the clan. In truth, he liked this time to himself. It gave him time to think, to plan. He and Willow had-
Willowsong. Her name is Willowsong now. He had to remind himself frequently. He was no longer simply "Rowan" and his sister was no longer "Willow". He was Rowanstar - the undisputed leader of Shadowclan. He had been living among the clans for over a moon now, but sometimes he lapsed into his loner habits. He chuckled to himself and grinned. His claws unsheathed, kneading the dirt passing beneath his paws. One habit in particular he was glad to return to. Just the other day he had managed to get Willowsong alone again. He had torn open her shoulder, basking in her fear and pain. He was drunk with his own power. It was a drug for him and he was a proud addict.
He walked now alone, planning his next move. He was not content to be merely a leader of one clan, even two clans. He could do better. He was stronger, faster, crueler than the others. He could lead Shadowclan to new heights combined with the others, he knew it. Unfortunately, he had chosen the darkest clan to join. He might have had an easier time in Windclan or Riverclan. However, Rowanstar welcomed a challenge. Now he spent his time plotting. There were two obstructions to what he wanted, and they had names.
Willowsong is easy enough to take care of. Killed in battle? We just need to start a war. He would bide his time. Shadowclan would start a battle eventually - or he would subtly start one for them - and then Willowsong could be killed by him, swiftly and quietly in battle. He could later blame it on their enemies. No one would be the wiser.
And then there is Thunderclan. I would almost wish they could live, but that isnt really an option now is it? He couldnt decide whether he approved of his rival clan or hated them with a fiery passion. They were nothing like himself. He didnt beleive in Starclan - useless tales in his own mind. He was cruel, able to do what was needed. Alas, they stood in his way. A good ally in times of need, but ultimately only a temporary one.
What Rowanstar really needed was someone innocent, someone with power that he could manipulat and bend to his will. He would never have expected that the perfect cat was padding along the Windclan border mere fox-lengths away. Rowanstar was about to run into what he was looking for, he just didnt know it.
A breeze blew, sending an unknown scent to Rowanstar. He paused, inhaling and organizing his thoughts. Rowanstar's ears perked and he masked himself. He walked with confidence and openness, a mysterious and inviting hint of a smile on his muzzle. He could lure anyone in, he knew it would be easy.
"Come out come out wherever you are..."
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