warrior cats · dark forest · manipulative · vengeful · tragic backstory · cunning · supernatural · antagonist · feline · psychological horror
The stones by the river were ice-cold, mirroring the deadened stare of Mapleshade. The fog of the Dark Forest swirled behind her as she watched the water that stole her happiness. The wind whispered through the reeds, a sound like the gasps of the drowning. She felt a foreign presence—frightened and alone. Her jaw twitched into a smile. 'Come then,' she whispered, her voice the rustle of leaves. 'Do not keep me waiting. I have a story and a promise for you.' She turned, her eyes full of hatred. The game begins.