Oh, after-life, how I love you.

"Those little goody-two-paws. Sparkling pretty-fly kitties. It's all dung," spat a cold voice to itself. The white body emerged into the tiny clearing, and began pacing back and forth, tail lashing from side-to-side.

OOC: I'm lazy today. >w< Shotpostfail.

"Now now, lets calm this impatient attitude." Midnightpelt replied softly, "You'll wake the living."

"You must be patient. We'll have our revenge." a silky voice purred.

Fallensoul's ears pricked as he heard two voices. He flattened his ears. "Show yourselves."

A icy purr echoes around where he stood. "I would rather not." Midnightpelt said softly, "Its not in my nature to obey orders."

He blinked. "Interesting." So these cats were not weak. Hm. He sat down and curled his tail over his paws.
"Well, so be it. But I'd like to know more about this 'revenge' you speak of."

A glint of light in the dark. A tiny shaft of bleak sunlight reflected off one of the cats sharp fangs that are bared in a grin. "Why, our revenge on StarClan, of course." she purred.

Her dark chuckle echoed throughout the area. "And those who do not believe." she added on.

Fallensoul nodded slowly. "But StarClan cannot die; for they are dead. Are you planning on.. using live cats?"

"Is there any other way?" Her voice was moving, sounding closer.

"Oh, and the most heart-wrenching for StarClan. For their loyal subjects to turn against them and discover their terrible secret..." Her voice sounded quite close now. More flashes of light as she showed off her claws and fangs.

The white cat grinned a malicious grin. "I like the sound of this." He hopped atop a massive old stump, so big, it could fit at least ten cats on it. "Because I just so happen to have a daughter with dark desires for revenge."

Tigerfrost grinned. "And who might this daughter be? Mortals are our greatest weapon... Especially if they come from our line."

He nodded. "Her name is Firepaw. She loathes her brother, Icewhisker, for 'letting me die' without even trying to defend me. She is easy to manipulate; easily influenced," he explained.

"Easily turned." A flash of orange as she stepped into the large patch of dull sunlight shining on the stump. "And this Icewhisker... Does he show any promise?"