Possessed

Prolouge

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The sickly glow of the mushrooms that dotted the Dark Forest were often quite repulsive. The light seemed to have a pulse, and made the mushroom look like it was breathing. Most considered that horrid.

As for Tigerstar, it was his only real companion.

The fallen Shadowclan leader took interest in the foul-smelling fungi, how the light pulsed and quivered beneath the mushroom it was trapped inside of. The dark brown tabby had tried multiple times to claw the mushrooms to shreds, to free the light trapped inside, but it would simply flicker and die; much to Tigerstar's annoyance. Nonetheless, he was mesmerized by how pretty the light was. Sure, the mushroom itself smelled like crowfood left to rot in the greenleaf sun, but that light made it all worth it. Sighing, Tigerstar slowly got up, his legs stiff from being in a crouching position for so long. He trudged through the slimy, peaty earth, his paws remaining unusually clean. Why not visit my old friends in Shadowclan, he thought with a smirk. I'd love to see how Blackfoot- I mean, BlackStar is doing running my Clan. The dark brown tabby began to walk, the tall, dark trees replaced by pines, and the peaty earth replaced by soft dirt and fallen needles. He slowly padded into the camp, watching as the cats went about their daily routines, oblivious to him. That's when he noticed a little kit, only a moon old by the looks of it, playing by himself. He was gray-brown with a bright orange underbelly, much like Firestar's, and white tabby stripes. A wicked smirk appeared on Tigerstar's face.

Oh, he was going to have fun with this kit.