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Shadowstalker's pawsteps were silent as they hit the ground, his blue gaze blank of all emotion that was possible for his heart to even feel anymore. The lives he had taken loomed over him, haunting him with each step, laughing in his ear at the madness eating his brain away into nothing, withering his soul into nonexistance. His ribs were a little visible through his jet-black pelt, just barely being seen in the pale moonlight illuminating off of his form. He looked up at the bright orb in the sky, it's craters able to be viewed with the naked eye. It looked as if it was stuck up there, begging for release of it's heaven-like prison. It looked down upon the Earth, shedding starry tears that blended into the navy of the sky. As the moon would grasp its realm of light, the sun would push up and start the morning, repeating the endless role of life.
The black tom's pelt allowed him to blend into the night-time world, allowing him to slink into the shadows, becoming one with them. As he mended with the darkness, the pads on the bottom of his paws detected the rough, rocky ground of the river bank. He curled his lip at them, simply wishing that they would all die and never be brought back into existance.
I'm not insane... He simply told himself, scared of the real answer and what the world was screaming to him. He didn't want it to be true - no, he refused it to be true.
The world... Has turned it's back on me... That is why I act this way... His mouth curled back up, a smile this time. It stretced ear to ear, blue eyes wide with the insanity clogging his mind and fogging his thoughts over, forcing him to make the wrong decisions.
They left me alone, so they all deserve to die... He took another step forward along the border, his smile not ceasing.

[Cold]

In life, you had only one chance to live. You are born into the world and the next thing you know, you're dead, something forgotten, whether it be quickly or over a long period of time. Life was no guarantee either, sometimes it clutched you by your neck, insanity creeping in or maybe it let you pass by, sane as can be. One day you could be standing and the next, crippled. Whoever said life was good never experienced a life to think otherwise.

He glanced around, green optics shining with the light that the moon above gave to the living creature's below. Unlike his mentor, he did not blend into night, rather, his fur was so bright it was almost like a light shining, if there was light available to shine upon him. The vegetation whispered softly as a breeze blew by, the rushing water of the river, loud and roaring. The world was alive, even if most living creatures decided to sleep.

Frostpaw had followed his mentor, Shadowstalker to the current place, the border between SunClan and MoonClan. For now, he had been lucky, undetected. But it was like something itching at his paws, he didn't want to hide away, it was far to irritating and Shadowstalker wouldn't kill him.. right? Exhaling he moved towards the rough, rocky ground of the river bank, his movements making sounds in the small rocks and stones below him as he waited for his mentor to turn around.

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Shadowstalker's eyes turned grave as he turned around, the blue slits shining through the night. He smiled when he saw who it was.
"Frostpaw..." His voice was odd and airy. "How would you like to train with me?" He asked his apprentice, walking over with a light bounce and sway to his steps.
"I've yet to train my darling apprentice..." He laughed lightly, his bright eyes somehow dark and evil. "Show me everything you can do, Frostpaw!"
Shadowstalker backed up a few steps, his smile returning to his face that stretched ear to ear, a side of him being shown that nobody had ever seen before except himself. "Attack me!"