Post by Lionhearted on Aug 28, 2015 14:20:54 GMT -5
The Dark Forest smelled of rotting corpses and decaying plant life. It was a smell that no one would get used to, even if they were sentenced to spend an eternity brewing in it. The water was slimy and slick, and stank of Twoleg pollution.
Despite the deadly place, however, there seemed to be life. Yowls of pain could be heard ripping through the Place of No Stars everyday, if there were days at all. There were no sunrises, sunsets, moonrises, or moon phase changes. All that was there was the darkness among the trees, and the occasional glow of evil eyes. The only light there was was the faint glow from the border, the border that the Forest shared with their polar opposite, StarClan. The light from their territory was so bright that it gave even some illumination to the Place of No Stars. There seemed to be no ending to the blackness, but if one walked far enough, they might be lucky to find themselves staring at beautiful, sweet-smelling lands that could never be reached physically. It did not seem fair that the StarClanners could cross into the Place of No Stars whenever they wanted to, while the Dark Foresters could not even set paw into their territory. The fun was, though, trapping the ignorant, stupid StarClan kits in the Forest forever.
No one was safe in the Dark Forest. Even those who seemed to be wrongfully convicted to it did not recover. Word was that the Dark Forest seemed to 'get into your head,' and once it did, there was no turning back. Your mind was to be forever evil, forever insane, forever thirsty for the revenge that would never come. Once you realized that your place in the Dark Forest left you powerless and useless, you did the only thing there was to do: kill others, and try to satisfy your newfound hunger.
The black tom narrowed his eyes as he stalked down the forest, kicking up decaying leaves carelessly. There had been no other cat in sight for what must've been an eternity, but he could hear familiar yowls everyday, and fresh new souls made their way here. He took his amusement in helping to confine helpless StarClan cats in the Forest forever, and then watching as the darkness slowly took over their own saintly mind.
The last mouse-brain that had wandered in here was... he didn't know. Ages ago. He was dying to sharpen his claws on something other than the soft, rotting wood of the dead trees. The black tom stood in the darkness, his eyes glowing.
but when he stepped into the darkness, one would be surprised. The tom, with his gleaming claws, teeth, and eyes, was no larger than a young apprentice. His tail was like a squirrel's, fluffy and curled at the end. One could mistaken him for a helpless kit, but Blackhail was definitely not helpless. In fact, far from it. He was just bored.
Suddenly, a familiar scent washed over him. The scent of--
"Fresh blood," he whispered gleefully.
Despite the deadly place, however, there seemed to be life. Yowls of pain could be heard ripping through the Place of No Stars everyday, if there were days at all. There were no sunrises, sunsets, moonrises, or moon phase changes. All that was there was the darkness among the trees, and the occasional glow of evil eyes. The only light there was was the faint glow from the border, the border that the Forest shared with their polar opposite, StarClan. The light from their territory was so bright that it gave even some illumination to the Place of No Stars. There seemed to be no ending to the blackness, but if one walked far enough, they might be lucky to find themselves staring at beautiful, sweet-smelling lands that could never be reached physically. It did not seem fair that the StarClanners could cross into the Place of No Stars whenever they wanted to, while the Dark Foresters could not even set paw into their territory. The fun was, though, trapping the ignorant, stupid StarClan kits in the Forest forever.
No one was safe in the Dark Forest. Even those who seemed to be wrongfully convicted to it did not recover. Word was that the Dark Forest seemed to 'get into your head,' and once it did, there was no turning back. Your mind was to be forever evil, forever insane, forever thirsty for the revenge that would never come. Once you realized that your place in the Dark Forest left you powerless and useless, you did the only thing there was to do: kill others, and try to satisfy your newfound hunger.
The black tom narrowed his eyes as he stalked down the forest, kicking up decaying leaves carelessly. There had been no other cat in sight for what must've been an eternity, but he could hear familiar yowls everyday, and fresh new souls made their way here. He took his amusement in helping to confine helpless StarClan cats in the Forest forever, and then watching as the darkness slowly took over their own saintly mind.
The last mouse-brain that had wandered in here was... he didn't know. Ages ago. He was dying to sharpen his claws on something other than the soft, rotting wood of the dead trees. The black tom stood in the darkness, his eyes glowing.
but when he stepped into the darkness, one would be surprised. The tom, with his gleaming claws, teeth, and eyes, was no larger than a young apprentice. His tail was like a squirrel's, fluffy and curled at the end. One could mistaken him for a helpless kit, but Blackhail was definitely not helpless. In fact, far from it. He was just bored.
Suddenly, a familiar scent washed over him. The scent of--
"Fresh blood," he whispered gleefully.
