Skoll's Dark Life

= ● ● ♕ SKOLL♕ ● ● =
I HAVE STARTED A NEW OC NAMED ARROW.  I WILL NOT DELETE THIS THOUGH.  THE NEW OC'S BACKSTORY IS THE FOLLOWING: ARROW'S ARRIVAL Death is the greatest loss in the world. Everyone sees it as a terrible tragedy that the mortal felines don't derserve. Though, if there was no death, balance wold not exist, and if balance did not exist, war would break through the chains that have trapped it for centuries, and if war breaks, more death would fall upon the treacherous world. Death is the only thing that balances nature, and. I will stop at nothing to keep that balance.
● ● ♕ THE STORM ♕ ● ●
There was a sudden crashed of lightening, that lit up the pitch black sky. Rain poured endlessly, filling the running river. A Diminutive black shape clutched to a thick tree branch the swayed viciously in the howling wind. The black shape was a kit, and it let out a petrified whale. Its Diminutive, though sharp claws grasping the branch, fighting for it's life. The rushing water was just below the kit's hind paws, that scrambled the tree's trunck, desperatly attempting to climb to safety. The water was raising quickly, tugging at the kit. The kit let out another petrified whale, before the rushing water sucked the kit in, swallowing it up. It was a few moments later until the kit's head broke the surface. Another flash of lightening lit up the sky once more, followed by an enormous boom. The kit let out more desprate whales like a desperate cry for help. Branches, trees, and other debris rushed throught the flooding river, threateningly closing in on the kit. The kit's glowing turquoise eyes flashed in the darkness, until the river swallowed it up once again, but this time, the kit's head wasn't seen among the surface again.
● ● ♕ LUCKY OR DIFFERENT? ♕ ● ●
The kit lay motionless on the sandy shore, afternoon sunlight beaming down on it. The storm was over, and the river had calmed greatly and bits of washed up debris surrounded the kit. A series of convusles engulfed the kit as it spluttered a few deadly coughs of river water, the kit raised herelf to her paws, shakily half walking/ half dragging herself up the shore. She made it a few tail lengths before collapsing in exaustion. The kit's glowing turquoise eyes seemed dim. She let out a few more rough coughs that caused the kit to convulse. The kit may be exausted, but she was lucky to be alive. A normal kit would of drowned, or would've been killed by being hit my all the debris, but this kit was different.
● ● ♕ DARKNESS AWAITING♕ ● ●
"I like this kit." Tigerstar watched the kit stagger to it's paws once more. Before the kit fell in exaustion, but she was back on her paws again, this time, looking like she gained more strength. Hawkfrost growled at his father, "But thats Scourge's kit, the cat who killed you." Tigerstar growled back, "But Scourge is dead, so that means I can do whatever I want with the kit." Hawkfrost nodded in agreement. "True." Hawkfrost snickered, "What a lucky little thing, normally a kit would die if they went through such a thing." Tigerstar snarled, "Luck? There is nothing lucky about this kit, she survived herself. Thats why I'm interested in her. It's not luck that saved her, it was the fight in her." Hawkfrost narrowed his icy blue eyes, listening to Tigerstar. "This kit has alot of fight in her, and I like it... I look forward to training her." Hawkfrost's eyes went from narrow to wide. "Train? You want to train Scoruge's kit?" Tigerstar let out another snarl in anger. "Enough about Scourge! He is dead!" Hawkfrost pinned his ears back, lowering his head. "My bad, father." Tigerstar fixed his burning amber gaze back onto the kit, that was now standing straight up, her rippling muscles shaped under her smooth pelt. A Nefarious spark lit his eyes.
● ● ♕ STRONGER ♕ ● ●
The kit had grown. She wasn't fully grown, but defiantly bigger and stronger. She was such a diminutive kit when she was younger, but she was quite large for only 7 moons old. She was tracking a mouse, her swift movements silently making her way through the forest. Her Daunting turquoise eyes fixed onto the Diminutive creature shuffling a bunch of fallen leaves. She bunched her muscular figure, effortlessly leaping, she landed a paw on the mouse, nipping its nape she killed it. Her mouth watered as a drop of the warm blood seeped into onto her tounge. She inclined her Apex to eat, until a massive weight slammed into her, sending her sprawling away. She whipped around in surprise to spot a tall tom glaring at her, hissing through gritted teeth. She growled, flexing her Elongated claws. The tom growled back, "Prey Stealer! This is my clan's territory!" He snarled, leaping at her, and she did nothing and let herself go limp, as he pinned her. The tom snickered, "How easy was that?" He put less effort into his pin, assuming she was already defeated. She kicked straight into his stomcach, sending him flipping over her. He yowled in suprise, and she ascended up, leaping onto him, she striked a set of serrated claws into his throat, swiftly tearing away the flesh, the windpipe revealing. The tom gasped in shock, and growled, "Who are you?" She narrowed her eyes, just noticing that she really didn't have a name, until a though came across her. "Skoll, my name is Skoll, and you'll remember it too." She striked her claws at his throat again, this time tearing out the windpipe. She  stepped off her opponent, aware of him dying. Fresh blood stained her right paw. She suddenly was awate of how much stronger she had become. Ever since her training with Tigerstar, she has become much more skillfulled in combat, and she knew, she wouldn't stop training with him, for this could make her one of the strongest, most feared cat in the forest, like Tigerstar himself.
● ● ♕ A DARK SECRET♕ ● ●
Skoll sat in the middle of the misty forest, a sticky like soil pulling at her paws, and a blood red sky hanging over her. A thick layer of fog surrounded her, and a thick stream that ran with blood was right in front of her paws. She stood pacing the clearing, waiting for Tigerstar. She pricked her ears as the slow sound of paw steps caused her ears to prick. She turned to see a pair of burning amber eyes that glowed in the fog approach her. Then, Tigerstar stepped out of the fog. "Good, your here." Skoll narrowed her turquiose eyes. "Why wouldn't I be, if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be as strong as I am now." Tigerstar narrowed his amber eyes back, and nodded. "I'm glad you respect my training, but I still have to teach you alot of things. If you think your strong right now, your wrong, because we were just getting started." A Nefarious spark of fire glowed in his amber depths."You fought against that tom well, you showed no mercy. Thats exactly what you need to do if you want to gain other cat's fear." Skoll growled, "And thats just want I want to do." Tigerstar paced in front of her. "Now, I want you to try to tear my throat out." Skoll's eyes widened in suprise. "Wouldn't I kill you?" Tigerstar snapped, "I'm already dead! Now get on with it." She nodded and unsheathed her Elongated claws. Skoll skyrocketed towards Tigerstar at her maxium speed, but Tigerstar swiftly leapt to the side, slicing his deadly claws down Skoll's side. She panted, feeling the sticky blood run down her fur. She hissed at the sting from the deadly wound. "Too slow." Tigerstar growled, "You may be strong, but you need to build up your speed." Skoll nodded, ignoring the sting in her side, she pressed all power into her haunches, and leapt, barreling into Tigerstar. He growled, sinking his teeth into her wrist, she snarled. She leapt away, but quickly ran past him, slicing her claws across the side of his head as she passed. She growled, panting. "Not bad, you were defiantly quicker." Her wrist was bleeding, and the blood on her side was drying up. He ran his paw against the side of his head. "You defiantly drew blood." She hissed, "Well, after being a rogue for so long I decided to make my clas alot more... deadly." She flexed her enormous claws, that were replaced with long dog teeth. Tigerstar narrowed his eyes at her claws, a hiss of disgust escaping him. "What?" She questioned him. He snarled, "You just remind me too much about your father. Skoll's eyes lit with suspicion. "My father? You know who my father is?" She knew she saw a flash of panic in his eyes, as if he knew he should of never of mentioned it. "Yes I do." He growled, and she hissed in anger. "Then who is it? Tell me!" She challenged him. "Your father, is Scourge." She widened her eyes in disbalief. "That's impossible, I heard about Scourge, the former leader of Bloodclan, and nobody said he had kits." Skoll snapped. Tigrtstar deeply inhaled. "No, he did actually... he had you, and 1 other kit.
● ● ♕ DEEP THOUGHTS ♕ ● ●
Skoll's awakened in her nest she made under the fallen tree, panting. Scourge is my father, and he also had another kit. It was so much for her to take in, and she had to be honest, she did look like him, though, she was the opposite of his Diminutive size. Her mind raced, and a spark of pride began to spread in her pelt. Scourge is my father.... what an honor. She knew many, many cats disliked Scourge for his treacherous ways, though he lead such a strong clan. Then her heart seemed to of stopped as another though crossed her mind. I have kin.. somewhere out there, though I don't know if he or she's dead or not. "And 1 other kit." She repetated the words of Tigerstar, "And one other kit." Skoll raised herself to her paws, but a stinging pain shot up her right paw. She looked down to see blood oozing from it. Wait. How is this possible? It was only a dream. She stared down at her wrist, and inclined her head, lapping at the wound. Is my side wounded too? She turned her head, looking at her side, to find a long claw mark running down it, dried up blood clinging to her fur. She snorted, "So, he never told me the wounds stick with me. She mumbled. She stretched her neck, lapping at the dried up blood. She spent a few moments cleaning the wounds as much as possible, until she stood on her paws, inhaling all the forest scents. She narrowed her eyes as the wift of mouse hit her, though it was stale, but she decided to investigate anyway. She approached the scent, pushing her way through a thick patch of bracken. On the other side she found a rotten mouse laying in a patch of dead grass, flies buzzing all around it. She wrinkled her muzzle in disgust and realized, that was the mouse she left there when she killed that one tom. She left his corpse near the mouse, but it wasn't there when she turned her head to where she did leave it. Only a patch of dried up blood was there. Perhaps his clan found him? She dared to find out where he went, so she followed the thin blood trail of the direction he was taken too. There was less and less blood as she followed the trail, and where she was now, it was only a few drops. She continued in the same direction, until an enormous scent hit her. It was a mixture of many, many cats. Curious, she silently crept closer, slowly pushing her way through some thick lichen, until a voice spoke behind her. "Who are you? And what are you doing  here?" Skoll froze, and slowly turned her head to find three cats standing next to each other, and the tom in the middle was the one who spoke. She gulped, knowing there was no way she was going to take on three cats, or even if she tried, she knew she would lose.
● ● ♕ CAPTURED ♕ ● ●
Skoll flattened her ears, as the tom approached her. "I asked, who are you, and what are you-" He stopped, his ears flattening, and a spark of fear and anger was revealed in his eyes. "I, I know that scent." He lowered his head, giving Skoll a good sniff. She hissed in hostility, but he ignored it, stepping back with the other two cats. "Come with me." He snarled in anger, pushing through the lichen, he lead her into an enormous clearing filled with cats. They all stopped there conversations as Skoll walked past them with a cat on each side of her and the tom in the front. They threw hostile glares at her and she narrowed her eyes at them, showing no emotion. "Whats this?" A muscular tom skidded down a steep slope, ascending in front of them. "We found this cat right outside of camp, and the scent of, of.." The tom trailed away, but straightened his head again, looking the muscular tom in the eyes. "The scent of Barkfur." All the cats around them gasped, and started murmering in anxious voices, beggining to snarl and hiss like a riot. The muscular tom silenced them with a wave of his tail, even though fury shown in the tom's eyes. "Do you think this could've been the cat who killed him?" The muscular tom looked at the other tom. Skoll widened her eyes. There going to kill me if they find out! The tom nodded, "It can't be much clearer. A rogue wondering outside of camp with the scent of our dead clanmate crawling all over her?" All the cats began to break back into the snarling of fury and shock. "This cat will meat her fate by dawn." The muscular tom raised his voice so all the cats could here through the snarling. "What is your name?" He leaned over meeting face to face with Skoll. "It's Skoll." She spat at him, spit flying into his face. He growled, raising his head again. "Take her to the prisoner den."
● ● ♕ A PLAN ♕ ● ●
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