ive been going crazy (crack rp)

Moonsong only has so much patience, and it’s been sadly frayed by the trials and tribulations of her so called ‘friends’. Why did she expect them to be her friends, anyway, when only two of them are members of her Clan? Roguestar is the closest to a ‘friend’, but even she isn’t answering. The only one who deserves to live is her mate, and him only because somewhere in her cold, black heart she has love for him.

Dragging her claws along the screen of her computer with a shriek of glass, the screen begins to split apart, turning into a swirling vortex that pulls her through and to the den of the second one she added to the chat- Redstar. Her leader won’t even talk to her online (probably because of her atrocious grammar) and she’ll make her regret it.

Redstar is hunched over her computer, tapping away and growling once in a while as she fights enemies. Well now she has to fight one IRL- Moonsong, as she launched herself at Redstar, slamming her computer shut and locking her teeth onto her dark scruff, shaking her back and forth until her neck snaps with a noise like a gunshot.

The next to go is Roguestar, that fool who is an enemy of the Clan and Moonsong both, having committed too many crimes to live. She crawls back through the portal and ends up the the ThunderClan forest, teeth covered in Redstar’s blood as she springs at Roguestar, killing her easily and licking the blood from her muzzle with a purr.

Her next stop is in the RiverClan camp, jumping out of Blackstone’s computer and shredding him with her claws, dripping the blood all over his keyboard. It’s not like he’ll need it anymore, right? Anyway, now she only has one left to dispose of, and that poor fool is an apprentice, no threat at all.

Crimsonpaw goes down under her claws within a second, and she stands there, panting, before clambering back through the portal and tackling her mate to the ground, touching her bloody nose to his and greeting him with a purr and a lick to his muzzle. “Help me get cleaned up?”

“Of course.”

The End~ for now…

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Moonsong should really learn some self-control, honestly. She’d been so mad when she killed all her former friends, but now she’s been made deputy, Lightclaw is leader, and deputies hardly have any time to write their own fics. Not to mention, she’s sort of lonely (though she wouldn’t admit it). There’s only one thing to do as a solution- necromancy.

Ghostheart will help her, of course, as the loyal mate he is, helping her gather up the bodies, the black candles, and the other supplies of herbs and fresh kit blood, used in only the darkest magic. She paints the blood into patterns, surrounding each body in a pentagram and setting the herbs to burning, filling the room with sweet smoke that obscures the bodies, scent of blood, and her mate, waiting behind her with the knife. She takes it from him, holding it in her tail, and slices her paw open, dripping 6 drops of blood onto each pentagram, one for each point and one above the corpse’s hearts.

Now that the preparations are complete, she allows herself an evil laugh, rubbing her paws together and smearing blood over her silvery fur, marring the beauty of her coat as her eyes shine with madness, pupils sucking in light like black holes, dilated and covering the blue of her irises completely. The pentagrams reflect in her eyes, and she begins to chant in Latin:

“Invoco te, manes. Invoco te post terra, invoco te animos. Ave, in nomen mortuum. Venite! Venite! Venite!”

The blank, dead eyes of the corpses begin to glow, and they lift into the air, flopping like rag dolls in the grip of something unknown and unseen, at least until they all jolt as one, stiffening then relaxing, dropping to the ground like dead fish and flopping once or twice. Their eyes stay white and blank, but their bodies move, pushing against the invisible walls surrounding each pentagram. A series of groans and grunts can be heard, along with the constant low call for “Brainzzzzz.”

Moonsong snaps (how does she even do that with a paw?) and their heads turn to her, their master, all sound and motion stopping. Behind her, Ghostheart is laughing into a paw, as she gestures and the zambies dip their heads into a bow, all saying at the same time, “Masterrrr.”

“Good cats. Now, let’s kill everyone.”

To be continued….

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Cue evil laughter, as Moonsong plots the first steps of her current evil plan. Normally they fail, or she doesn’t have the courage to go through with them outside of dreams, but this one? Is going to be perfect. Now that she has a group of minions (much better than friends, they can’t mouth off or even say much besides ‘Master’ and ‘Brainz’ and she is so glad she killed them, they had deserved it and now she is all-powerful) she can do anything her twisted little mind can imagine, and wow, can she imagine.

At her side is her consort, the trophy male of the newly christened Dark Lady, a.k.a her. Yeah, she loves that title, and she will be the next Voldemort, only she won’t be defeated. She’s too smart for that. She knows better than to let deux ex machinas exist, and StarClan wouldn’t prophesize against her when she meditates on them every night, would they? That would be rude, and crude, and all around socially unacceptable. No, she’ll be just fine, and no one can stop her.

Every cat who falls beneath her zambies is infected and joins their ranks, and her army just keeps growing. Ghostheart is her consort, leader of her army, and all around best mate any queen could ask for, and she didn’t even have to ask for him. He just fell straight into her lap, or she fell into his. He should be thankful, honestly.

But back to the main point! She’s eradicated all but a small, token resistance, who call themselves the Order of the Dragon, in honor of the former, long dead leader of their side of the war. Luckily, none of them are queens, and so no kits born to oppose her can be born at all.

It’s a grim fate indeed for the world, for everyone but her. She does what she wants, and what she wants is everything. Cats bow to her whims, the elements themselves obey her (She is the Avatar, it is her, and that way no one can take her powers away because she’s the one in control) and everything is just fine. There is no war in Ba Sing Se. The end.