[Fallen] A Confession

[Fallentear ||]

When he heard her mention Dreamclan, his ears pricked up. Anger flared through his whole body at the thought. They had hurt Faerie. Shown her no mercy. They had taught her that it was not right to love, and that she would be punished. Some Dreamclan they were. He felt a hatred welling up in his chest. "But surely you must feel the want to rebel? To rise up against this force that has so unjustly punished you? The others in The Fallen feel that want to strike out against those that unjustly hold the reins of punishment. That is what this whole war is about, making things right."

He took a step back, uncertainty showing in his eyes upon seeing that the resolute stare Faerie held had not wavered. She looked almost as if she hated him for loving her. "Faerie," He began again, "I was put into the mortal world for no means other than punishing myself, and punishing those that deserve it. I believe the world is more than punishment, and under better rule, most likely my rule, I can make many cats like yourself have better lives..."

His eyes hardened at his next words, and his voice grew stone cold, as it had been for many of his first bitter moons upon earth. "But If you want to live your life as if nothing has happened, then so be it. I, for one, will not stand by and let them control me. I was beaten down by Star once before, but I'll never let that break my spirit as you have let it take yours. I will fight this war Faerie. I will fight it for you, and other cats like you, so that you may feel the courage to live how you want again..."

Lucifer turned his back and walked away towards the forest, looking as if he were leaving. But he halted at the edge of the clearing, his back still to Faerie as he spoke. "And if you will not help me, then I swear by Dreamclan, I will win this war by myself." With that, he dissapeared into the brush, his long black tail sliding out of sight after him, looking for all the world like a cobra from where it dragged on the ground.

As soon as he was out of sight, he was jogging, and then running, and then full out sprinting in less than three heartbeats. He didn't even look back as he kept running back towards the lair of The Fallen. He would make the annoucement for war tonight. The battle could wait no longer—and he could wait no longer—for Dreamclan to fall.

As he dashed further away from the she-cat, he felt his heart splitting in his chest. He had never felt such emotional pain before, had never opened up before. He felt as if he had been engulfed with sorrow. And then he stopped suddenly, his breathing deep and even as he panted. He lifted a forepaw and touched the back of it to his face. Shock rippled through his body as what he had imagined upon his face was confirmed. Lingering atop the fur on his paw for a moment before sinking into it and out of sight, was a single tear. He stood there, unable to believe it.

He had never before cried in his entire life.

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[dove]

Faerie watched him leave, feeling her heart go with him. She knew she loved him, she trully did. But she did not tell the whole truth. Everyday, in her dreams they torture until her soul could bleed. They taunt her, about her life, about how her sister has everything she could ever want, or how she loved a "traitor". She knew she wasn't alone, but she couldn't help but feel that way. She couldn't take the emotional stess. She broke down crying, wishing she never met Lucifer, or killed so many, or even lived. She remembered when she first came her, and killed the mute warrior. 'A brave warrior she was, able to stand against me.' She thought, watching the blood crawl out of her victim's throat in mind's eye.


Sparrow watched her son sleep, feeling her love wash over her in a bliss. But abruptly, that love turned to a pitiful, bitter sadness. She gasped.
Wolf, watching the night turned and mewed, "It was Faerie, wasn't it?" It was more of a comment rather than question.
sparrow nodded, feeling confused. 'She can love,' She thought. There was no barrier, she felt every single emotin Faerie is feeling. The love for Lucifer, the bitterness of life, the jealousy of her, and the watchfulness over Moon.
Wolf nodded his head slowly, feeling Faerie's emotion another way. He could just sense feeling, he could feel it, everyone's feeling. And since Faerie's was so strong, he could easily identify it. "We must help her." He commented.
Sparrow shook her head.
Wolf glared. "We must-"
Sparrow cut him off. "We need Lucifer."

[Fallentear ||]

The enormous black tom looked about him. He realized he'd run nearly all the way back to Seared. His jet eyes traveled up to the sky, lingering on the treetops. He wondered how Faerie felt right now. He knew she was denying her feelings. If only she would allow her heart to feel for once. He himself had a steel organ beating in his chest, but he could feel the ice thawing. Perhaps she was warming to him too. He sat, bowing his head from the weight of everything. Battle was coming, and he would lead The Fallen to their revenge soon enough. Preparations were to be made, and he was the one to make them. The huge leader got to his paws and padded away into the blackness, dark eyes glinting with malice and ambition. The last thing Lucifer needed right then was to be worrying about a weak feeling such as love. 'I am a fool.' He thought as he disapeared into the night.

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[dove]

ok...ill get back to this later like...ya