Rise my followers, its time to kill...

[*~ForestWind~*]

A shape was still, upon a large cavern ledge. It could of been a cat, if that was what you called him. Others thought of him as nothing more but a killer in cat form, and that could be true also. The night was still, nothing moved, knowing better to do so in his presence. Not even the stars of the many ancestors from Starclan shown tonight. Only the moon, the light that revealed the ones who would be slaughtered. It was his friend, like a partner in his ways. Long claws slid out from inside large paws, sharp and glinting like pure steel. His dappled white pelt was transformed at night, sliver with a blue glow, like he was submerged in liquid moon light. His face slowly moved into a grin on the cold expressionless face, a smile of pure loathing, twisted and unforgiving. Blue grey orbs flickered open, revealing those that seen so much. Seen everything of death and agony. Tonight he was reborn, growing in his ever lasting power. His followers had failed him once, the clans not bending to his will. But, oh, that would all change. They would learn, everyone would learn, that Renegade always got his way. Warheart, Lillydale, Cannonecho, everyone who ever heard and seen him would learn. Tonight would only be the beginning of the long stretch of pain and the strong stench of blood that would forever stain the ground. Stain his paws. And this time the ones who failed him would see what he could do. What he would do, to them...


The night progressed, until the silvery pale planet was right above him, showing him to everyone. He was still in place, never moving from his spot, ledge raised so high. Moments flew by, until the time was right. He slowly raised, dangerously strong mussels carrying him upward. He stood, flicking his tail back and forth. The cat smiled again, a terrifying sight, revealing long white daggers, shining in the reflective light. He threw his head back, a long wailing yowl breaking the beautiful silence of the pitch blackness. This call would be one that made cats hide in fear soon, the calling of his army. Only the strongest, most loyal could join him. All the others would be killed, be used as practice. Together the whole forest would be his, killing off every pathetic clan cat one by one. Slowly and painfully, making them cry for mercy. None would be spared, no mercy would be given. What would be the fun of that? The large tom sat back down, more like a silhouette. Everyone was being called, to gather, to plan. Pewterclan would go first, Goldstar was weak... and they needed a good leader. Renegade grimaced, thinking of his brother and sister. They could of been strong if they joined him, but no. They had to run off and join the clans, where they limited your power, turning you into nothing better then a kittypet! He spat with disgust, no one knew they were related to him. But everyone would find out soon, when he killed them. Then they would regret that they left him, especially Cannonecho... how dare he be Warhearts favorite! He had everything his brother didn't, and more. Crescentclan would be second... Renegade turned his head, watching the rouges collect below him. "You know why you are all here! Come to be my army, this night will be one of greatness! Remember by all who come. Listen to my words, and listen well!" He snarled loudly, narrowing his orbs to slits. Little did they know what he had to tell them tonight, and to show them... He waited for everyone to arrive, he wouldn't wait when he started.


Renegade drew his sharpened claws over the stone below him, ear deafening sound, screeching loudly. "You all failed me at the battle. Almost none was killed, and Goldstar still lives! Why is this so? Why have you disappointed me?" He asked, voice cold and unforgiving. It matched the sound of his claws raking against the ledge, each word covered in ice and acid. He scanned over the gathering cats once more, face expressionless again. But then it turned to a smile, more twisted then before, the smile of when he was planning to show something great. "I thought of a way to make sure this doesn't happen this time, and a show all in one." Renegade chuckled cruelly. "Shall I have a guest from the audience? Or should I just use what I already brought?" He turned toward the back of the ledge, where Charisma popped her head up. Renegade nodded with a deadly grin, narrowing his eyes with pure delight. The she-cat moved with grace, and pulled out a younger cat, frozen with fear. The black ghosted tom sat down, licking a fore paw as if to appear just as at ease. He would save the clan cat for later... He turned to the gathered cats. "Rise my followers, soon enough the time kill with be present!"

[» Sacrifice]

There was no sound, no scent, only the golden eyes that revealed his presence. The onyx pelted tom watched evrrything with a hard eye, hidden from all. The shadowsc loaked him well, not even the great Renegade would see him. But his scent, it would be faint enough that it would seem as though it was old, but new enough for the tom to pick up on it. Zane, enemy of Renegade was the one that lurked in the shadows. There was a reason he was here, and with Renegade giving him all the information he needed, well it was worth the risk of being here. Zane was of the rebel band, not a true follower of Renegade. He was a killer himself true, but he did not kill for the same reasons this cat did. He did it to prevent ones like this cat from rising into the power. So far he had been sucessful, but this. This would be the hardest he had to challenege yet. There was something in action here though, that nobody asaide from two cats really knew about. There was a possiblity that Zane would die, that much was certain, but Renegade would not live. No, Zane would not let him. He had not spent his whole anti-social life preventing this, only to allow himself to be beaten in the battle that would be hard but do able. A twist of disgust turned the corner of his mouth as Renegade spoke, eyes narrowing into slits. A ghost was what he was like, unseen by many, seen only by the ones he wished to be.

CresentClan. So that would be the second clan unless he could be stopped at Pewter. There was no way he would be bale to stop him if he took over all the clans. This was going to be an intresting fight. The time he had spent here had taught this tom a lot though about life. There was nothing that effetced him at this time; the one he had loved was gone ahead. Zane had sent her away, as if she was to be killed, he would have been as well. It was a painful price to pay, the ache that he often felt, but it was a lot better then having the one he had trusted dead. The screeching sound made him flatten his ears to his head, the sound ringing through his mind for a moment before the peace of silence filled it once more. That was when he turned back to Renegade, and watched him with the young cat. There was nothing he could do for him other then just watch the killing. The site was sickening to him, but the steely resolve enclosed the cat, and he watched it without flinching. Shifting so the shadows covered the tom more, Zane stuided Renegade once more. While that tom was more of muscle, Zane was a lean brawn. Speed and strength was visible in both cats. It was only the cold intent, the hate, that drove Renegade that made him oh so powerful. A low growl just managed not to escape the tom, as silence was the key here. If he was found, he may be killed, and this was not the time. Not today. Without a wsound, the onyx tom turned away from the rogue leader, leaping soundlessly over the ledge and moving through the canyon. Now, he had something to do. Blinking his golden orbs, out of the light of the moon, Zane walked through the canyon, every nerve prepared for a battle. But first, he had something to do...

[Marrowbone]

Two rogues sat unnoticed behind all the others, watching the howling of the gathered cats in their unexplained, ravenous excitement. The blue cat's eyes shown in the same-colored light as a young cat was dragged out into the open, obviously some unfortunate thing that had been captured; But the blue cat was sensible, she knew there was no way to save it.
"It's quite clear why the Clans hate them," She whispered, "These cats are all barbarians. I don't think that there will be any way that Renegade will ever agree..." She trailed off as she leaned forward and looked at her fellow, a grey cat. In his face, she was shocked to see he looked distant, still staring up at where Renegade stood, his eyes clouded over and his expression hard and full of loathing, more then she had ever seen in him.
She shrunk back and poked him with a paw, her ears down, expecting him to explode.
He jumped up suddenly, making the she-cat squeak, and he bounded away into the shadows. Away from the canyon, he didn't want to stay there anymore.

The she-cat caught up with him once he hit the meadows, and he slowed down to a walk, padding toward Clan territory.
"What was that about?" She squeaked, following along in his shadow. She felt annoyance coming off of his fur in waves, which startled her. "Did you hear me? What are we going to do about them?"
"Currently, nothing..." He meowed at last. The ringing sounds of bells filled the air, as drops of condensation formed on his pelt, and then fell, carrying the grey color of his fur into a trail behind him. He shook his coat once the color was gone; leaving him with his usual colors of yellow and insane purples and pinks. "It seems like things might not be as straight forward as I hoped. You should go home, Deck, I have something to do. And even you shouldn't be out with the rogues active tonight."
He disappeared into the reeds, leaving Deck to stare after him. Her options circled in her head, before she trotted after him.

[H-a-w-k-i-e]

((No one knows that for certain. So no one should know Aceslash is Ace reincarnated...perhaps for except Leaffrost's reincarnation. Even Aceslash doesn't know yet.))

Pyre yowled in agreement. The ex-clanner had slunk off into hiding for a bit, after the failed battle at Pewterclan. He was never loyal to any party...only sticking with the groups that seemed the strongest, who had the most power. The stag pelted tom couldn't wait until they got to Mapleclan...they'd pay for driving him out.

[yellow]

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[*~ForestWind~*]

Another wicked grin changed his features, wrapping his tail around his phantom pelt. Renegade narrowed his mercury blue orbs, scanning over the gathered cats. He felt some weren’t loyal... and knew those would be the ones who would fall with all the ones he killed. Only the cats who wanted the clans’ dead as much as he did would continue. The thought of all the cats fighting against the pitiful clan cats made his fur prickle with joy. He could almost hear the echoing cries of dying cats... just then a scent hit him, and the tom held back a hiss. There was no mistake of the scent, and though it seemed a bit stale, but he was here. Or at least he was… Renegade knew that Zane was a sly cat, and was probably already warning the clans if he heard his speech so far. What kind of rouge was he? Like a little fly buzzing around gathering information for the good side. It made the tom want to spit, it was utterly disgusting! But he couldn’t underestimate this other the other tom’s power. If there was one cat that could be a good challenge for him, it was him. Zane was one of the only cats worthy to challenge him, and Renegade knew that if he would fall, the other tom would be the one who took him. Of course he wasn’t afraid of death, but embraced it instead. If the two of them were in battle, only one would walk away with life, that much Renegade knew. But if death did come upon him, oh he would always find a way to return though... Renegade could never truly leave… He looked up from his thoughts, glossy eyes watching closely to where Zane's old scent was pulsing from. Of course he wasn’t there any longer, and Renegade turned, another one of his yowls ripping through the sky. It was time to sacrifice the young clan she-cat... that would teach all the others who failed at the last battle. As other strange cat scents passed by him, he knew that they would die soon. All who didn’t side with him would be slaughtered with the rest. Everyone would learn who ruled soon enough.


"Bring me the sacrifice!" Renegade purred cruelly, flicking his tail at Charisma. He raised his paw, the knife sharp claws extending. The claws glittered in the bright moonlight; almost in a mocking kind of way… soon they would be covered in the sweet ruby liquid. The moon light sky seemed to dance with delight; acting like a spot light for the rest to watch. The black she-cat grasped the young warrior, pink orbs flashing with anticipation. Cavernsoul had just had her warrior ceremony, but ran out of camp knowing she didn’t deserve it. She had frozen up in the last battle when confronted by rouges, threatening her clan. All the training went to waste, being too scared to fight in the least. She was about to be killed without even trying to protect herself, when someone rescued her. Cavernsoul thought she should have been killed though. Now the dusky brown she-cat was paralyzed with fear, feeling like she was about to faint. Quite pathetic really. "To show what would happen to all of you if we don’t succeed this time, I brought a special guest." The phantom tom snarled, you could almost hear the loathing dripping off every word he spoke. Charisma dragged Cavernsoul forward, until the clan cat was placed right in front of the rouge leader. "There you are." Charisma laughed, giving a small wink. Renegade flicked his tail, looking out into the sea of gathered cats. "Now everyone pay close attention." He sneered, stroking the younger she-cat sacrifice softly. If looks could kill, Cavernsoul would already be dead, his mercury grey eyes locked on her. Killing this cat would show the rest what would happen if they failed this time, but also more like an opening act. A first taste of many deaths that would occur this gloomy night. How he longed to bring his claws down on her right now, shredding her frail little body to pieces, but he wanted to save his first kill for Goldstar… and anyhow it was better to die slowly in deep agony. Instead, the large tom grinned, teeth reflecting perfectly in the ongoing light. Cavernsoul closed her wide and terrified eyes, knowing this was the end. A terrible end too, in the hold of the most gruesome rouge in the canon, surrounded by the rest. Starclan, I’m sorry… Renegade bit down on her scruff until warm blood flooded his mouth, dangling her over the edge of the ledge. It was a long and very rocky way down…


A streak of lightning then flashed through the pitch, whole sky going light for a few seconds. It was followed by a spine rattling bang of threatening thunder, yet no rain. It was like a warning for all. But it was Renegade’s favorite music, and he would fight to it the rest of the night. He turned away from the other rouges, his back blending into the shadows once more. The moon was moving toward its way to Pewterclan, where it would then light this next battle. It meant that this meeting was over, and it was time to move… “We will go to Pewterclan first, kill all the cats you want. Just leave me the leader…” The silver and white dappled cat mewed in a monotone, giving out the directions. “When we are about done there, most of you will come with me to Crescentclan. The rest will stay and finish up at Pewterclan. There, you can do what ever you want with the pitiful apprenticed, kits, and even the leader for all I care! There are just two warriors you must save for me…” Renegade started to shout now, deep orbs glowing with rage. He lashed back around, staring furiously at the crowd. “The she-cat with purple eyes, and tom that looks like me. Lilydale and Cannonecho…” He snarled, another blazing bolt flashing, making his face more terrifying. Just then he jumped off the towering cliff, disappearing into the forest. Everyone who was coming would come now, it was time… This was what Renegade was waiting for…


But as some cats slipped away to follow the leader, only one dark shape was visible on the hard and cold ground. She laid still, body sprawled about in an unnatural position. You could tell that many bones were broken, and blood matted her brown pelt. Cavernsoul’s face was clenched up with wrenching pain, yet you couldn’t tell if she was even conscious…

[cloudstar]

A dark, crazed she-cat stalked them quietly. Her claws, sharp and battle ready, dug into the soft Earth with every step, not making a sound. her teeth, scary-white and glinting in the faint moonlight, seemed to smile at the darkness and beckon it closer to her heart. Of course, there was no room for darkness anymore. A thick, toxic blanket of darkness already surrouned Roserades heart. It had fogged her true intentions as it thirsted for cat blood, to sink sharp claws and pure white teeth into flesh and feel the thick, warm blood run down her pelt. It had covered her eyes and centered itself in her mind, telling her what to do and how to do it. The darkness had taken her as easily as death, and there was no going back. Her rust-colored pelt seemed to bristle with hunger, with longing, for battle. She didn't belong to any group, she wandered and killed. And what a killing spree would happen tonight! Cats would die left and right, and Roserade hoped to be the source. Every cat she killed, every death she witnessed, friend or foe, made forced her deeper into the endless chasm of darkness that was life. She felt this somewhere in the back of her mind, but she had made a choice long ago. Death over life, blood over water, darkness over light. Roserade knew there was only one way to live, and it was to go deeper, deeper than the dark oceans, higher than the mountains. There was no going back. Roserade would regret it.

[yellow]

The crazed she-cat's son stalked with them as well. "I've decided to come." His claws, sharpened. He licked his mothers ear. "Don't worry, you'll be fine." He smiled at his mother.

[cloudstar]

Roserade turned and looked him, the trance broken. For now. "I need not comfort, I must have my blood!" she growled. "Blood and bone may take the throne, slip and cry, you're sure to die." she hissed.

[Marrowbone]

(( Holy CRAP, I just realised that Meccapaw is Renegade's brother O.o;;; ))

[yellow]

(lolz that's so cute and funny)