MagiStream

Rage could hear his blood pounding in his ears as the Bloodclan warriors made their way to the forest. He could feel the waves of emotions rippling through him; anger, excitement, anticipation… and it was delicious. There was nothing Rage loved more than being a member of Bloodclan. The blood red collar that hung from his neck made him feel powerful. The collection of teeth that studded the collar only increased the feeling, causing it to swell within him and make him crave more. Rage loved power. No, Rage craved power like a starving cat craved food. He craved it like a kittypet longing for the outside world.

To him, this was all about the power. An entire forest to hunt in was the perfect way to gain exactly that. Tigerstar had struck a very generous offer and Scourge would have been a fool not to take it. Rage knew his leader was no fool, in fact, Scourge was a very intelligent leader. Bloodclan had made its plans since Tigerstar first set foot in their territory. Plans to take the forest for themselves.

“Rage, get up here!” Bone’s voice sounded from near the front of the cats. The huge, muscular tom spoke in a deep and demanding growl. Any normal cat would have been afraid, but Rage was a Bloodclan cat for a reason. He silently stalked towards the tom with his head held high and let his amber eyes meet Bone’s gaze.

“Yes?” Rage asked coolly, not taking his gaze from Bone’s. The black and white tom’s expression told him Bone was trying to be intimidating, but Rage wasn’t scared. He could easily take the huge cat. Rage was equally muscular, standing just as tall as Bone, and had just as nasty of a bite. His pelt was equally striking; a pure white color that made his amber eyes pop like the full moon on a cloudless night.

“Scout ahead,” Bone snarled, his green eyes boring into Rage’s. “We need to know if the clan cats have arrived yet.” Rage nodded and crouched down slightly, stalking past Scourge as he padded ahead. The small black tom’s icy blue eyes were locked on the path ahead, his tail lashing behind him. Rage knew better than to say anything… unless he wanted to loose his eyes and ears. Scourge wasn’t in a good mood.

Once he was a little ways ahead, Rage broke into a slight run. His muscles rippled beneath his pelt and fur with each stride he took. Unsheathing his claws so he could keep his grip in the soft forest mud, Rage arrived at his destination in no time at all. Fourtrees. Rage knew this place well; he knew a lot more about the clans than he let on. Rage’s mother had been a clan cat, of course. She’d be exiled for an attempt on the leader’s life. The hunger for power ran deep inside the family’s blood.

A pair of burning amber eyes watched as the clan cats filled into the clearing between the towering oak trees and awaited their fates. Rage, owner of the eyes, could pick out all of the clans. Riverclan, Windclan, Thunderclan, and Shadowclan… even Starclan couldn’t save them now. He let out a soft, silent purr that rumbled deep in his throat as he thought of the blood that would soon stain the ground. He thought of the feeling of fur tearing out beneath his claws; the power he would feel as he sunk his teeth deep into the throat’s of his enemies. Those amber eyes were clouded with a deep blood-lust. It took everything Rage had not to leap from the trees and start the ambush then. He was about to turn back when something caught his eyes.

It was Tigerstar. The huge tom sat in wait next to Shadowclan warriors, his amber eyes scanning the darkness as he mumbled things to himself. Rage couldn’t tell what the tom was saying, but he could see his mouth move as the words spilled out. Rage sent a glare at the tiger-striped cat and knew it went undetected. Silently as he could, the tom turned and padded back towards Bloodclan without a trace.

“They’re all there alright,” Rage informed with a large, maliciously toothy smile as he returned to his leader. Scourge looked up and nodded, his icy blue eyes glittering with feeling. Unlike Bone, this cat struck fear into Rage’s heart. Scourge wasn’t the cat anyone wanted to mess with. Tigerstar hadn’t even realized it, but he’d practically made a deal with the devil himself. Rage followed Scourge for that very reason… Scourge was power, and Rage loved power.

The Bloodclan cats walked in complete silence as they made their way to the Fourtrees. Rage glanced back at the line of cats; huge muscles, long claws, spiked collars, and bared teeth. What an army. Once they reached the tree line, Scourge flicked his tail in order to signal his cats. The Bloodclan cats slowly began to slink through the shadows, making a complete circle around the clearing and leaving the clan cats completely unaware of what waited for them behind the tree line. Rage took his place behind a tree next to Bone.

“Don’t screw this up,” Bone snarled softly at him, not taking his green eyes from the clan cats. This was their one chance, and Rage had no plans of blowing it.

“Now, now,” Rage whispered back with a playful, teasingly tone, “why would I ever do that?” Bone’s expression turned to a scowl and he didn’t respond. Rage figured it was because Bone didn’t like him very much, he never really had. Maybe the black and white tom saw him as a threat to his power. Rage smiled to himself at the thought. Good.

Rage turned his eyes back to the entertainment; the plan had begun. Scourge stepped from the Four Trees, his blue eyes glancing at the warriors lying in wait without alerting the clans. He stopped in front of Tigerstar, the cat who had to die in order for Bloodclan to achieve its ultimate goal. Rage watched intently as Tigerstar and his leader conversed, as planned. Scourge was speaking in low whispers to Tigerstar, saying he was ready to begin the battle. As soon as Tigerstar gave the word for the battle to began, Scourge and his army would turn on Tigerstar and rid the forest every last clan cat.

Rage knew when the battle had started as much as he knew his target. He was to guard Scourge’s back while the black cat took down the tiger. All at once the Bloodclan warriors flooded into the Fourtrees with furious hisses, snarls, and growls. The domination had begun, and this was only the beginning. Rage pelted from the trees a top speed, his paws thudding hard against the earth, and tackled into the cat closest to him. He sunk his claws into the tabby fur and ripped back, not even watching where he clawed at this point.

The tabby she-cat he’d tackled smelled strongly of Shadowclan and threw him off with a heave. Her pelt was streaked with small, blood-oozing scratches as she turned to face her opponent. Rage smiled, imagining how this cat’s teeth would look on his collar. He lunged his claws out for her throat, put the warrior dodged to the side. Fast… perhaps he’d underestimated her.

“Fiery,” Rage commented with a smirk at the she-cat. “I like it.” He lunged out with unsheathed claws again, teeth bared and snarling loudly. The she-cat didn’t even have time to react as she was billow over. Rage snarled in his face and sunk his claws deep into the ground so she couldn’t throw him off. Then he made his death blow.

The she-cat rolled to the side junk in time and Rage’s front teeth just grazed the side of her neck. The white tom hissed in pain as claws sunk into his soft belly flesh and threw him to the ground with a thud. He didn’t let this phase him as he easily rolled up to his paws and looked straight into his opponent’s eyes. Rage was locked in the heat of battle, his emotions pulsing inside his body. All the feelings he’d felt before the battle had been multiplied by ten as he was overwhelmed with no control over himself.

The she-cat was the one to make the first move this time. She lunged forward with unsheathed claws that stretched for Rage’s eyes. Rage ducked down so the claws slashed across his ears, shredding them and causing blood to drip onto the white warriors pelt and splatter down onto the ground. He shook his head and dodged the she-cat’s next blow, swiftly countering her motions as they locked into the dance of death.

Both cats fought hard, blood oozing from the wounds that littered their pelts. In the end, Rage was the victor. The she-cat made one slip up and his powerful jaws clamped easily around her throat. He sunk his teeth in deep as his opponent’s eyes went wide, blood seeping from the wound and into his mouth. The she-cat let out a slight gasp as her air ways were blocked off, but after a moment her figure went limp and Rage let her slump to the ground. He let out a purr of satisfaction at the taste of victory before turning his gaze towards Scourge.

Rage’s leader was locked in battle a fox-length away, his icy blue eyes blazing and his long claws striking Tigerstar left and right. Rage stalked across the battle field, not taking his eyes from the tiger cat that was his target. He was sure Scourge could handle it, but he wanted a taste of the glory. A taste of the power that would come if he killed the mighty Tigerstar. He crept closer and closer until he was directly behind his target; then he leapt.

Scourge slashed Tigerstar across the face at the exact moment Rage landed on his opponent’s back. Tigerstar was strong, but not strong enough. The huge tabby crumpled to the ground under Rage’s weight. Rage sunk his claws deep down into the flesh of the leader’s shoulders before running his claws back and ripping up fur. Tigerstar let out a howl of pain and struggled to roll to the side, throwing his opponent off him.

“It’s time you learned who this forest really belongs to,” Scourge snarled, slashing his claws across Tigerstar’s face and taking out one of the leader’s eyes. Tigerstar howled in pain, snarling all the while.

“Fox dung!” he spat, amber eyes blazing, “you tricked me!”

“Would you expect any less from a Bloodclan cat?” Rage used a teasing tone that dripped with fake pity. Tigerstar glared at him, digging his claws into the ground as he prepared to leap. Scourge made sure this didn’t happen. The small black tom hooked his claws around Tigerstar’s legs and sent him crashing into the ground. Rage glanced at Tigerstar and studied him for a moment, noting that he was covered in blood and wounds so deep that they had to belong to Scourge’s claws. Rage then looked over at his leader, noticing that Scourge had received his fair share of wounds. The tiger cat had been a worthy opponent, but it was time he died.

“Prepare to die, great leader,” Scourge stared Tigerstar in the eyes. Tigerstar let out a snarl and started to get to his feet, hissing and spitting curses all the while. Scourge let Tigerstar stand on his feet one last time before he slashed his claws deep into the leader’s chest, ripping fur and causing blood to rush out like a river going over a waterfall. Tigerstar let out a cough and blood oozed from his mouth as he collapsed to the ground, sputtering. The tiger’s body quivered as his lives tore from his body one by one, pain shooting through him with each breath he took.

“The tiger cat is dead!” Rage purred in delight, watching as Tigerstar’s body eventually went still and cold, the remaining blood slowly draining out onto the ground and staining the grass. Scourge nodded in approval, blood staining his claws and muzzle. Rage turned to look at the clan cats as the battle raged around him. He could hear his blood pounding through him and his heartbeat rang loud and clear in his ears. This was the feeling Rage was addicted to; the feeling he lived for.

“And now, we will spill the blood of the clan cats to mark the making of our new home,” Scourge mumbled darkly, unsheathing his claws as he scanned the ground for a new opponent. Rage smiled in agreement, unsheathing his own claws and stalking forward with a vicious snarl. He caught sight of Bone tearing into a white Thunderclan cat and knew where that battle would lead. Rage turned to face his leader.

“Victory is so close,” he purred. Scourge nodded, watching his warriors rip through cat after cat. “I can almost taste-”

Rage’s words were cut off by a blow from unseen claws that slashed through the back of his neck. His vision blurred and the Bloodclan warrior fell to the ground, feeling the power of death overwhelm him and falling into a dizzying blackness.