A New Dawn - (Warriors RP) discussion

Poisonspirit stretched. The slimy rock beneath him could be seen through his fur. He jumped from it with a yawn. He waited and waited, staring at the trees in the clearing. He waited for a sign that there could be another cat, someone who could- heh, help him in his vengeance against Goldenclan. He planned and planned...And he had an idea.

((Oh mah gah...I would love that-))

He sighed, leaping back up onto his rock and lay down, leaving himself to his own thoughts once again.

((That could work-))
((*wheeze*))
(( p o i s o n g u y ))

((yes.))
((the one and only))
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Poisonspirit pricked his ears, and leaped off of his rock, shouldering through the pressed trees towards the sound.

He stopped. Sniffing the air, he let out a small growl. Pushing through a few spindly, bone-dry bushes, he saw the small apprentice cowering across the way.

"I'm not afraid, either," He purred, stepping around the bush. He smiled. "I just wanted to see who the new friend was here; You didn't do a good job hiding yourself. But why should you hide? Strangers are all friends you simply haven't met yet." His voice was sweet.

"Your 'Starclan' is just like us. Dead cats. But we are separated into 'good' and 'bad.' But what makes a cat good or bad? What they did in the past?" He spat out the word Starclan as if it were a rotten piece of prey dancing on his tongue. His voice turned sweet again. "But we don't judge."

"My name is Poisonspirit. Welcome. I hope nobody will miss you for too long." He said. "We are going to have much fun." He let out a small smile. "I finally have a friend who won't leave me! Ahh, yes, all the other strays had to have a tragic leave...or they stayed with us!" He let out a small chuckle.

"Mmmm...No." He didn't want her grandma to stop her from coming back- then his plans would be destroyed. "She would only tell you not to come back." He rested his tail on her shoulder. "Then we wouldn't be able to see everything! You'd never be able to see my home! Yo wouldn't want that, would you?" He let out a growl as the fog curled around his paws and the tip of his tail. "It would be very tragic if i'd have to make sure you don't say anything."

"I can't spoil the surprise!" He let out a purr. "It's a secret! So if you go back...you can't tell anyone! If you did, then I'll have to resort to more...severe tactics. But you wouldn't do that."

((Flowerpaw be like: Doesn't notice veiled threat
Poison: o k))
Poisonspirit thought for a moment. "We can go warm up at the lake! It'll be fun. Our little secret!"

((I low-key wanna push her in- but she gets out of the lake. And maybe catch her as she tries to run away? If it's okay with you, we could do something else if it's not))

"Far, deep into the forest. It will be easy to find if I am here to guide you." He said.

"Do you have a problem with that? Do you not trust me?" He let out a purr. "You're safe! You have nothing to worry about. I won't hurt you! Not yet, at least," He added quietly under his breath.

With a purr, he padded through the fog and dense forest, his ears twitching. He already had an idea in his mind-

She would sneak him into Starclan's Grounds (by letting him in) so he could go through the Pool to get back to the living. Then, he would get his revenge on Goldenclan.

If she didn't agree...He let out a chuckle. It was perfect! A foolproof idea, and a way to get back at those foxhearts of a clan!

"Oh, nothing! Don't worry about it." He said. The black, bubbling water steamed with heat. "How about a closer look? It gets better as you get closer! It may seem mucky now, but all you have to do is look in, and you'll see your reflection! If you're lucky, maybe even farther down."

"Listen, Flowerpaw..." Poisonspirit said quietly. "I have unfinished business back in the Clan's territories. And you're going to get me there! All you have to do is bring me back to Starclan's Grounds- undetected, and we won't have any problems. Refuse..." The sweetness and kindness drained from his voice. "You die. Your choice."

His eyes twinkled. "You're like the rest of them! Throwing us away like trash! Amazing. And I thought you would cooperate- all the other subjects i've had always ended up screeching in agony while they died in the lake. Another one bites the dust, I guess. Pity. Soon, there won't be any Starclan cats left, when i'm done with you all." He laughed.

"You stay here for long enough...You do things. You get desperate. You go insane. There's nothing you can do." He sighed.

((I'ts late over here for me- signing out. I'll reply to anything you say tmr. ))

"Hmm...No, I don't think so. This is where you belong! Here, with me. Being thrown into a lake filled with bubbling, hot liquid that will cause your death! Fun, fun. You'll never want to leave again!" He said cheerfully. Then his voice lowered to a growl. "But you can escape that slow, agonizing death if you help me! Maybe i'll even save you- but with all the struggling, I might just slash your throat on your own Hunting Grounds! Nothing you can do."

((It's kind of a tar pit- So slipping in it wouldn't work, so the first one should be fine.))
"You're taking a bit long to choose, my friend. Patience is running thin, it is. Y'know, i'm going to miss you- Its going to take a while for another naive cat traps themself in the Dark Forest."

((Me quietly thinking about making Flowerpaw's grandma...
or some Starclan cat
*purposefully spills water on keyboard*))
((Imma do that if you think its alright))

Poisonspirit yowled with anger more than pain. He licked his muzzle with a growl. "Oh, you better not," He threatened. He tore off into the forest, having more experience running through the densely located trees, snarling. He ran for the Mist, knowing full well that's the direction she would go after what she had just seen.

He stopped at the Mist, sniffing the air. The Mist had the mingled and faint scent of Flowerpaw, but if she had just gone through, the scent would be fresh and easy to find. He turned with a snarl. "I know you're still here. I'm no mouse-brain. Come out here and face the consequences. I could've made this so much easier for you."

Nobody moved.

He growled. "I'll come in and get you myself if I have to. And I guarantee, your expulsion from both Starclan's Hunting Grounds and the Clans altogether will not be painless."

Poisonspirit shot a look at all the bushes and sniffed the air: He could smell her. But then he had an idea: If he pretended to leave, she would drop her guard and come out. So that's what he did. He melted back into the treeline.

He crouched, tracking along through the bushes until he could see her. Her tail was a dead giveaway.

Sliding quietly through the bushes, he slid out of them, blocking the way to the Mist. "Uh, oh," He purred. "Looks like our favorite apprentice got caught! I'm generous," He said. "I'm giving you one more chance to help me. Or...back to the lake!"

"No deals," He snarled. "It's do what I say, or die! There is no deal. I'll take someone if I have to- if you don't cooperate." There was a threat in his words. "You let me in, or you don't- And you know what happens if you don't."

"Now. As you go through, I will hold onto you. That way, I won't be blocked in any way by the mist. Got it?" He ordered.
Not waiting for an answer, he firmly planted his tail on her shoulder.

With a growl, he nodded at the Mist.

He eyed her skeptically. "Are you trying to trick me? Again?"

((Grandma shall save her?))
((Please??))

(( >:) ))

To Poisonspirit's suprise, there was a break in the Mist.

A large white and orange she-cat resembling Flowerpaw burst in, hissing and spitting fury. She turned on him with a snarl. "Back off, Dark Forest pest," She hissed.

Poisonspirit bared his teeth, flattening his ears to his head, snarling right back at her. "She's mine, you back off." He growled.

The large molly shot Flowerpaw a reassuring look before turning back to Poisonspirit to square him up. Then, out of nowhere she dashed up, reared, and scratched him across the face.

He snarled in response and snapped his curled claws towards her neck, missing but catching her in the leg instead as she rolled out of the way. Then, as she rolled, he leaped and pinned her down.

Sprucefeather kicked him off, dashed towards Flowerpaw, grabbed her, and shuffled through the Mist and back in Starclan's Hunting Grounds.

Putting her down and gasping in air, she hissed between breaths, "Why would you go in there? I have told you so many times that they were dangerous, un-trustworthy liars."

Poisonspirit watched her from afar, expertly twisting and maneuvering through the trees and dead bushes, out of sight. 'She's back- but I know she won't be helping me again.' Creeping closer, he got a decent look at her smaller frame.

Poisonspirit watched, ears twitching. He knew the nature of this place: The corruption. He wanted to wait until she was there long enough. Maybe, by that time, she will have forgotten the "greatness" of Starclan, and if he planted a few seeds of hatred and pain against the clans inside of her, his plan would work. Observing her, he crept further away, waiting until the best moment to strike.

Poisonspirit chuckled. Moving between trees and making his presence known, he smiled. "Anger, eh?" He asked. "You look very angry. I am a 'professor' if you will, of madness." He touched the water, staring at his reflection for a moment before looking away and climbing u the rock with her. "You know, this used to be my place. Anyway, what brings you here once again?"

"I can help you with that." He pointed out.

"Starclan is having problems. You know that as well as I do. As you said, they are probably ready to kill you. I could help with any feelings of revenge- by helping you fulfill them. If I train you, and you bring me along once I believe you are ready...I can help you and I can also fulfill my feelings of revenge once you were finished." He said honestly.

"No. You don't." He growled.

"Hmm," He said, ignoring the insult. "Feisty. I like that." He nodded approval.

"Climb up that tree over there. I'm going to show you a new move."

((When she jumps from the tree he's gonna roll out the way, jump to his paws and jump on her back, clawing her))

"Jump. Aim for me." He instructed

He rolled out of the way as she fell, taking advantage of her surprise. Jumping to his paws, he leaped on her, clawing her back. Then, padding off, he started to clean the blood off his paws.

"It really is. That's what you can use if there were any aerial attacks. Now, more seriously, if you ever got into the situation, i'd kill the cat. I'd flip 'em over and (view spoiler)[ gut them like a fish (hide spoiler)] or maybe just claw them to death. I invented this move, y'know," He said. "Would you like to try it on me?"

((warning: he's kinda gruesome so maybe don't view the spoiler if you don't like that kind of stuff? I dunno.))

He climbed up the tree, unsheathing his claws just in case he made his mark. He looked down at her for a second before stretching, aiming for her and leaping.

((Yeah it's fine. :D He's just going to attack her randomly if that's ok with you))
"Hmm." He said. "Taking advantage of what you have. Now, let's try simply fighting."

He was too focused to be annoyed by her words. Dashing forward, he made the motion as if he was about to meet her head on. Then, he swerved out of the way and scratched at her side.

He jumped up and rolled over, crushing her under his weight. Getting back onto his paws, he ruthlessly scratched at her belly. Then, he grabbed her tail in his jaws and threw her at a tree ((if perms)).

"Scaaared?" He taunted.

"Well. If you're tired, you should go back to Starclan with your grandma and you're "friends" who are out to kill you. I don't care." He spat. "Hang out up in a tree like a squirrel and wait until you fade away."

He shrugged. "Stay pissed. Truly. It's funny."