T.a.K.i.N.g...O.v.E.r [sapphire/lionstar]

[•The Speedster•]

Blackheart
^The _ebony ^{one with} _amber ^eyes

Blackheart stalked forward, Sapphire pawsteps behind him. He was aware of the stares cast along his pelt as the cats came out of their dens. The confused mumbling, and strange stares made him feel uncomfortable, and anxious to start talking. Cats of ShadowClan, I call all of you to the Tree Stump at this time.

He wondered if they would obey him, let alone not chase him out. He heard growls and hisses in the background, and he readied his muscles to dart out if they try to attack him. Surprisingly some cats wandered forward, also anxious to hear the news of their leader. Flamestar is dead. I watched from a distance as dogs ripped him apart, there was no way to save him without killing myself. I'm sorry about this, I truly am, but we all just need to grieve for him, and then put it in the back of our minds. He cleared his voice, letting his announcement ripple the the clan, and the surpise sound in each cats' voice.

One minute passed, and then he continued on, the more important part coming. I shall be leading this clan, and be making some adjustments. No questions will be asked. He unsheathed his claws, narrowed his eyes, and opened his jaws full of razor sharp fangs. He stared at a young apprentice who looked like he was about to yell out. His glare silenced him, and sent him fleeing to his den along with his two pals.

My name is Blackheart, I was originally from ThunderClan. I had the decision to leave with my rogue mate, or stay, with my clan mate. I chose to leave because I no longer wanted any more with my mate or the clan. I planned to become deputy, and then leader, but it didn't go my way. He paused, but not for long. This is Sapphire. She is my current mate, and will be bearing my kits soon. I expect you all to respect her as you would StarClan.

He stopped just then, wondering whether these strange yet decent cats beleived in the so-called StarClan. From now on, apprentices will become warriors after four seasons of training, no question. They must know every fighting technique, every way to hunt the prey we eat, and how to correctly obey all rules. As for the kits. After one season, they will begin thier training. Instead of being called apprentices, they will be called Beginers, and after another season, they will be a full aprentice. Blackheart had spent almost his whole life thinking about rules he would make, and finally he could set them.

All she-cats will have atleast one litter of kits every four seasons, same or different mate. All males must have one she-cat as a mate, even if it means sharing, or having an apprentice as a mate. Blackheart guessed these cats were devistated, and think he was crazy. But Blackheart didn't care, this was what he believed was right.

[Lionstar]

Lionroar gasped in shock along with the rest of his clan as the strange cat told them that their leader was dead. He listened as the cat claimed he would be ShadowClan's new leader and started setting new rules. And the rules were ridiculous! Kits becoming apprentices much to early, and apprentices being made warriors too early! And every cat had to have a mate, while the she-cat had to have kits every four seasons? They wouldn't be able to feed all the kits!
"Why should we listen to you?!" Lionroar yowled. "Who gave you the right to come in and claim yourself as our leader? You are nothing but a rouge who left his clan! There is no way I'm letting you take over and make all of these stupid rules!" The golden warrior's claws were unsheathed and he glared furiously up at the black cat. He whirled on his clanmates as well. "Are you going to sit there and let a rouge take over like this? Are you going to accept such stupid rules? Our kits and apprentices won't survive, and we won't be able to feed all the kits!" Lionroar's amber eyes were flashing.

[•The Speedster•]

Blackheart
^The _ebony ^{one with} _red ^eyes

Blackheart laughed as he stood on the tree stump, and he watched in pleasure as the warrior made his speech. Hiis eyes narrowed once he was finished, and he stalked forward, growing closer and closer to Lionroar. He lurched for him, grasping on his back with his claws unsheathed.

He hissed in frustation as he fell off, and onto the hard ground. He quickly got up, regaining his balance, and darted for underneath. Sliding along the ground, he skimmed Lionroar's stumach with his claws, a line of blood forming. He slid out on the other side, and rolled down onto his other side. Returning to his paws, he dove for the brute's neck, trying hard not to let him knock him off balance again. Blackheart moved fast, as to not waste any time, or let the rival catch him.

After Blackheart was finished with the warrior, he pushed him to the side, although he was barely hurt. He reared up, catching everyone's attention. Cats of ShadowClan! I believe that I should lead you because I am a strong and loyal cat, when I put my heart to it. I will lead you farther, and make you stronger. I don't know how that wimp thought I would pull you down, I wont. I'll help you.

He paused, and gave the brute he'd pushed to the ground, get up. He stared him in the eyes, both amber orbs meeting. He waited for the stare to be broken by him, he was not loosing the match. His bulky body sat down, his shoulds sticking out as he walked. Jumping down from the low stump, still not breaking the glare. Sitting a tail-length away from the ginger feral, he pushed his eyes away with his paws, and then walked away.

[Lionstar]

Lionstar hissed in furious frustration as the black tom's claws sliced through his golden fur. He met the rouge's glare and refused to look away, and his glare went straight back when it was pushed away. He can't even win a staring match without his paws! Lionstar thought scornfully. How will he lead us like that? Only right into war!
"If you're such a loyal and powerful cat, why did you fall for a rouge and leave your clan? You gave up on clan life and the warrior code then. Why are you coming to bother us?" the golden warrior spat. He was not about to lose this battle.

[•The Speedster•]

Blackheart

^The _ebony ^{one with} _amber ^eyes

Blackheart marched up to the warrior, his teeth bared and eyes narrowed. Because. I love her, and she's strong and wonderful. ThunderClan was weak, and needed a stronger leader, I would have taken them over, but I decided to walk away instead. I needed a stronger clan, a clan like ShadowClan. His amber orbs paused on Lionroar, the warrior was getting on his last nerves, and he was ready to strike at any time. Although he would never do that, if he killed one of these cats clanmates, they surely wouldn't trust him.

He looked down at the clan with pride in his eyes, and he gazed over everyone, stopping on Sapphire. Are you ok? He whispered, so quiet only his mate could hear. His concerned look stayed on his face until Sapphire replied.

OOC: so short! wait for sapphy to reply, unless its something small or you really have to do it. kk?

[Lionstar]

Lionroar knew that the cat would not-could not-kill him. There would be no chance for him if he did. "That's a pathetic excuse. So ThunderClan may be weak, but what did you do to try and become leader? Were you going to kill Lionstar? Were you willing to get your paws stained with blood for a bit of power? If you were really a great leader, you would not need to do any of that to help your clan become strong. Lionstar would recognize your power and eventaully appoint you deputy, or ThunderClan's current deputy would when she becomes leader. You could keep your clan strong from the warriors den until then." Lionroar's eyes were narrowed furiously. If anyone thought this cat should lead them, they were mouse-brained fools. "The fact that you are standing here now, trying to force your ridiculous rules on us, proves that you are not meant to be leader. If you were, StarClan would have at least sent a sign." The golden warrior rounded on the ShadowClan medicine cat. "Did StarClan send any such sign?" he demanded. When the medicine cat replied "No" Lionroar rounded back to Blackheart. "Get out of ShadowClan's camp now. You are nothing but a filthy rouge who has rejected the warrior code.

[•The Speedster•]

Blackheart snarled, furious at the young warrior. Who are you to talk! Who here is your deputy!? His orbs glared around the huddled groups of cats. His eyes landed on a big muscled cat, but he didn't move. Narrowing his eyes, he stalked around the groups, breaking them up. We'll leave, we'll leave for sure. But we'll be back soon. He turned to the silver and whe nose with his unsheathed paw, and then fled. As he left, he shouted a chant behind him, We'll be back! And don't you forget it!

He started to turn, to go back to Sapphire and stalk out of this mangy camp. But he stopped, turned back to the clan, soon his clan, and hissed at them. Quick as a mouse, he struck the golden warrior in the nose, and lefd in the opposite direction. He looked back at the silver and white femme behind him, her cerulean optics looking scared, but also had a tint of power in them.

Once out of the camp, he ran to the border, now would not be a good time for battle. He had an idea, and he would soon let Sapphire know what they would do, once she caught up with him.

[Sapphire]

THE JETSET LIFE IS GONNA KILL YOU
Gaze into her killing jar
I'd sometimes stare for hours (sometimes stare for hours).
She even poked the holes so I can breathe.
She bought the last line.
I'm just the worst kind.
Of guy to argue.
With what you might find.
And for the last night I lie.
Could I lie with you?

Sapphire panted after the jet-black tom. Her flanks heaved in the effort of running with a round belly. She managed to match her stride to Blackheart's and soon they both stopped. The young she-cat fought to catch her breath. She concentrated on the events that had just taken place as her ragged breathing returned to normal.

• Blackheart had demanded power from ShadowClan and changed their rules into harsh demands.
  
• A golden tom had opposed.
  
• The rest of the clan seemed confused and horror stricken.
  

So, what now? They had left the clan with Blackheart's menacing parting words, 'We'll be back! And don't forget it!' So now ShadowClan was expecting their return. And they would be prepared. Would they fight? Would they surrender? If they fought, who would be the last one standing and claim the victory?
Sapphire shuddered at the picture the questions had painted. She wasn't sure that she and Blackheart would walk away with their lives if the whole of ShadowClan were in agreement with the golden tom.

The sterling feline took only a few seconds to consider all of these things. Her blue oculars flickered to Blackheart's shadowy face. She saw within his eyes a glimmer of hope. He had a plan. A malicious smile over-took Sapphire's features as she gazed admiringly at her ambitious mate. And all of her previous doubts deminished.

KILL ALL YOUR FRIENDS
'Cause we are all a bunch of liars.
Tell me, baby, who do you wanna be?
And we are all about to sell it,
'Cause it's tragic with a capital T.
Let it be, Let it be, Let it be!

[•The Speedster•]

Blackheart glanced at the sterling femme beside him. Her heaving sides showed him that her stumach was hurting and the kits were coming soon. He sighed, this may effect how they attack ShadowClan, or at least when. It will make them stronger, and give them more cats in their miniature clan.

I have a plan Sapphire, we're gonna collect and find all the rogues. We'll form an alliance and attack ShadowClan together. They can join the clan if they want, but I wont force them. He looked around, as if already looking for more cats, none were in sight.

He trotted away, in the direction of the twolegplace, there was bound to be rogues there. He cast a glance back at Sapphire, to see how she was doing with the kits. Are you well enolugh to walk far? Or should you settle here, and have me come back later? He stopped, waiting for Sapphire to make her decision. Flipping his head sideways, cirious of her answer.

_{Mirror me your memories}

[Sapphire]

EARLY SUNSETS OVER MONROEVILLE
But does anyone notice?
But does anyone care?
And if I had the guts to put this to your head...
But does anything matter if you're already dead?
And should I be shocked now by the last thing you said?
Before I pull this trigger,
Your eyes vacant and stained...
And in saying you loved me,
Made things harder at best,
And these words changing nothing
As your body remains,
And there's no room in this hell,
There's no room in the next,
But does anyone notice there's a corpse in this bed?

Sapphire's eyes widened at the thought of gathering up all the rouges. Would this include Bloodstone? She shuddered a the thought. Even though she knew her father and his band of rouges would prove effective in the coming attack. She also knew very well how horrific things could get if Bloodstone didn't get his way.

The sudden impact of a paw slamming against my head stunned me briefly. I stood up, slightly disoriented, and tried to regain my balance. A hard blow on my shoulder knocked me down once more, but when I got up this time, I was ready. I met my attacher head-on, but stopped my forepaw mid-swing. The odds were NOT in my favor. I crouched down with my tail tucked under me and closed my eyes until it was over.
Finally the brutal beating ceased and I stood up shakily after giving myself a moment to calm down. I sat timidly watching my father's shadowy figure vanish as the green foliage swallowed him up.

Sapphire had no wish of reliving that moment of her life. She already had over and over and over. She shook her silvery head and looked at Blackheart starring expectantly at her, "I can make it." she had no desire of being by herself now after the memory that had just ran through her mind.

[•The Speedster•]

Then we shall leave. There was no emotion in his voice, but has gaze shown desire and power. Taking his eyes from his mate, he switched them to the ground, watching his paws move a few paces. His claws were still unsheathed, but rected again and again. Blackheart was disappointed with his failure to take over on his first try. But it least it wasn't over, at least they hadn't been attacked by the whole clan.

The ebony brute had no idea where he was going, or how he was even going to find the rogues to help him. Would the rogues even agree to fight? Would they want to risk their lives over strangers? Maybe, maybe not; if they got something from it, maybe...

His pace quickened, he wanted to make some process before nightfall. A trot became, and they carried on, heading toward the twolegplace. We'll check there first. He thought to hiself that that would be their most sufficient guess at this point.

^{Frozen inside without your touch}

[continue this post at the twolegplace. kk? i already made the post.]