by C S » Thu Aug 12, 2010 12:56 am
Snowstar raised a brow at the cat. "Naive?" Snowstar mewed. "Tell me, how would killing random cats save you from this damnation?" He asked, though, again, didnt expect the cat to tell him the truth. Rather, he started contemplating what possible processes may be at work. Killing randomers wouldnt work, no. Theres stark difference between a cat bound for Starclan and a cat bound to the Dark forest. A random rogue or loner killed could go either way. There had to be something- some sort of control. Cats with shamanistic abillities. Or in this case, a dark power. How would someone use dark power to replace someone in this place...
then it hit him.
A single thought.
"Sacrifice"
A sudden memory appeared in his mind, the ceramonies of the old Bloodclan. The mark on his forehead, the spars that would go on in the middle of the camp. Not kit spars, but blood sport. He shifted his mind back to the cat, clearing his head of the memory. The memory had just sprung up, as if a thought had just opened up a window into his past. He heard about cats who had this happen to them. These cats were troubled loners. He wasnt. Its as if something- or someone- was trying to enter his mind...
