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Tyrant

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I wasn't always alone…


Not too long ago, I was content with life. I was happy…


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Tyrant's spiky, short black fur bristled against Sparrowclaw's nose. He was excited. Today they would have a raid!
"Dad, can I come on the raid?'
Sparrowclaw answered through a mouthful of Tyrant's scruff. "Nn, yoo oo ong."
"I didn't quite catch that." Tyrant cheeked his father.
Sparrowclaw let out a playful growl. Tyrant knew he would give him a proper answer when they found a place to call camp for the day.
Darkcloud, Sparrowclaw's cousin, trotted up until he was level with Tyrant. "Doncha worry, kido, I'll make sure you get plenty of adventure today!"
Tyrant's very pale blue eyes sparkled. His eyes were almost white, with the very slightest hint of crystal blue.
"Nss ace ooks ood." Sparrowclaw mumbled.
"What was that?" asked Darkcloud, eying Sparrowclaw as if he had just grown wings.
Sparrowclaw placed Tyrant gently on the ground and pounced on Darkcloud without warning, pinning the smaller cat to the ground. Darkcloud was not a small cat, but Sparrowclaw was big. Really big.
"I said 'This place looks good'!" he roared, then bit down playfully at Darkcloud's ear.
The smoky grey-black tom chuckled as he shoved Sparrowclaw off of himself.
As soon as Sparrowclaw was on his feet, Tyrant bombarded him with questions.
"Can I come on the raid? Oh pleeeease let me go! I'll kill soo many cats, and, and, I'll steal soo much food! I'll, I'll..."
Sparrowclaw bowled the tiny cat over with a massive paw, chuckling. "You can't go this time, you little blood-thirsty tiger! It's a new group we're raiding today. We don't know what to expect, and we can't risk loosing a valuable cat such as yourself."
Tyrant seemed very deflated. His mother, Iceprowl, walked up with Tyrant's adopted brother in her jaws. She placed the black kit down and he bound over to Tyrant.
"Don't get your whiskers in a tangle! Remember, Darkcloud said he'd give us adventure!"
This was Night, who Sparrowclaw had found wandering alone about two moons ago. Tyrant and Night were five moons old now, but Tyrant was considerably smaller than Night. He had heard the word runt used in low conversations about himself. He knew it must have something with him being born a small cat.
But did Tyrant let this bother him? Oh no! Sparrowclaw told him stories of Scourge, Tyrant's great-grandfather. He was a runt, and yet look what HE accomplished!
"That's right!" said Darkcloud as he shook the dust off his pelt. "Tonight, you two will be in charge of the campsite while we are gone!"
The two brothers squealed with delight. Sparrowclaw eyed Darkcloud with uncertainty.
"Are you sure? What if something happens? Or a fox finds them?"
Darkcloud waved his tail dismissively and continued to talk to Tyrant and Night. "If anything strange happens in the camp, I want you both to yowl and sound the alarm. Then you can fight them off. But not before you give the yowl. Got it?"
"Got it!" the two cheered together.
Darkcloud looked at Sparrowclaw, his eyes asking for approval. Sparrowclaw raised his chin. It was okay by him.
"Right," said Sparrowclaw as he watched the darkness gather in the sky. "We best be getting a move on. We have to examine the camp before we attack, remember?"
Sparrowclaw and his BloodDrinkers took off into the night, swift and silent as wraiths. Darkcloud stayed behind a second. "Remember, sound the alarm if any trouble comes!"
And he took off after the others.
"Right!" said Tyrant. "Let's do a patrol and gather some moss for sleeping!"
"This is gonna be great!" whispered Night as he bounced with anticipation.
The two young black cats headed side by side into the surrounding underbrush to look for moss.

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But that couldn't las forever, now could it….?


It started with my first blood. My first kill….

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Tyrant was sound asleep. He had placed the duty of guarding the camp on Night, while he caught some sleep. In the land of dreams, a forest began to materialize around Tyrant. He immediately knew it was no ordinary forest. This forest was extremely dark and sinister. The shadows seemed to scurry underfoot, as if they had a life of their own. As Tyrant looked up, he could see a jet black sky that hung over the ominous treetops. One thing stood out to Tyrant the most. The sky had no stars.
Wandering among the trees, Tyrant felt small and insecure. The branches seemed to reach for him, creaking and groaning eerily. Tyrant felt his nerve leaving him. He was about to bolt away when he walked into a clearing. A cat sat there. Not a big cat, small even. He was black, with a white sock on his front paw. Around his neck was a collar. Tyrant sneered. A kittypet. But the collar had teeth studding it. Dog's teeth. This was no kittypet.
It clicked in Tyrant's head. "Scourge?"
The cat opened his eyes. They were piercing pale blue, but not as pale as Tyrant's.
"Yes, my little Tyrant. I am Scourge, your great grandsire."
Tyrant ran over to him on his over-sized kitten feet and rubbed against him, purring loudly as the scents of kinship engulfed him.
Tyrant purred and sat down. "Let me have a look at you."
Tyrant sat down, squirming as he tried to contain his excitement.
Scourge purred humorously as he looked him up and down. "You're just like I was at your age."
"Really?" Tyrant squeaked; then checked himself and made his voice cool and gruff. "I mean, is that so?"
Scourge let out a 'mrow' of laughter. "Oh yes, quite so, little one."
Tyrant leaped to his feet, dropping into a hunter's crouch. "Let's have a tussle, Scourge! Come on, I can take ya!"
Scourge shook his head sadly. "Sorry, Tyrant. You best be waking up."
"Why?" Tyrant asked his favorite question.
Scourge began backing off into the shadows. "We don't won't to miss your first opportunity to be like me, do we?"
Then a deafening roar filled Tyrant's ears and the world around him became upside-down.
"Tyrant!" It was Night. His voice sounded far off.
Tyrant suddenly became aware of a fiery pain in his sides. The stench of fox was all around him. No wonder the world was upside-down! Tyrant was caught in the jaws of a fox.
The fox shook Tyrant violently. Tyrant screeched with the pain. Then he remembered Scourge. Be like Scourge, he told himself.
Lashing out with his tiny, needle-sharp claws--that Tyrant almost never had sheathed-- he gave the fox four deep gouges in its nose. Howling in pain, the fox dropped Tyrant from its jaws. Tyrant felt agony rocket through him as he hit the ground. Momentarily stunned, he lay there, groaning.
"Tyrant, look out!"
Coming back to full alertness, Tyrant could see the fox running towards him. Ignoring the blood that trickled into his black fur, Tyrant took a battle stance. The fox was going to pay. An icy cold hate swept over Tyrant. The fox WOULD pay!
Jumping up, Tyrant gave a fearsomeness roar as he dug his claws into the fox's head. Clinging on, Tyrant began to tear apart the foxes head, raking out fur and flesh alike with his blood-stained claws. The fox cried out, trying to unsaddle its torcheror. But Tyrant did not relent. Not until the fox had fallen, dead.
"Help me with this." Tyrant growled to the shocked Night as he tried to pry loose the foxes teeth. With Night's help, Tyrant soon had eight good sharp teeth to stud his claws with. Doing so, Tyrant felt the icy hate melt away. It was over. He had won. He had been like Scourge.


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I had won. I was a hero. But it wasobvious fate didn't want another hero.



There came the fight.


We were surrounded at night, the BloodDrinkers and I. We were attacked like fresh-kill.

No mercy was shown, and we showed none back.

But there was simply too many for us few to take on…

We ran.

We split.

We fled into the night…


I came back. I thought I could come back to how things were before the fight.

I was wrong.

Everyone was gone. Not a scent of them left.


I was alone.


I am alone…
Name: Tyrant

Clan: He belonged to a group called the BloodDrinkers before a terrible ambush that caused the group to split up and go their separate ways

Rank: About apprentice age (about 6 moons old)

Gender: Male

Appearance: A black cat with very pale blue eyes, his fur is almost spiky, its short and sticks up. He's a runt, so he appears much younger than he really is.

Personality: He's extremely intelligent, quick thinking, and confident in himself. His big-headedness often times causes him to overestimate his own ability and many times lands him in trouble, whether it be getting on the nerves of a predator or something worse. With the ability to communicate with Scourge, his ancestor, through his dreams, Tyrant's ambitious blood-lust finds ways to satisfy itself. Though tough and aloof on the outside, Tyrant really is looking to fit-in and find the family that he had been split apart from.

History (optional): As part of the BloodDrinkers, Tyrant grew up loved and privileged. His father, Sparrowclaw, an evil but not unloving cat, was the leader of the BloodDrinkers, and the rest of his close family (mother, father's cousin, adopted brother) were a part of it too. Though he grew up learning that killing was not bad but praised, the only killing Tyrant ever did as a BloodDrinker was a fox that he attacked and killed while protecting his adopted brother. It was shortly after that a nearby Clan attacked the BloodDrinkers so viciously that all the members scrambled in all direction to escape the vengful claws of their attacks. Tyrant was split up from his family and everyone he knew, and ended up wandering alone, starving, tired, and without the comfort of knowing whether his friends and family were alive or dead.

KIN: (If any) Parents: Sparrowclaw (father), Iceprowl (mother) Siblings: Night (adopted brother) Cousins: (his family tree is shown here: [link] and more on his family is here: [link] )

Purpose: To find his own followers and take over the territories (and secretly searching for his family)
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