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!!!THIS MENTIONS BL00D/S@CRIFICE/DE@TH!!! (This is long, but please read it, I worked hard- ;-;) The moment Storm was born, his mother started sobbing. Not only was he born weak, but she knew what this meant. The cats of their clan(No, I don't mean like Warrior Cats, just a group of cats.) believed in an almighty Great Ice Spirit, and that it demanded a s@crifice of at least one kit per season to appease the spirit and keep it from harming them with bad weather and avalanches. Storm would be this season's kit. They always s@crificed the weak ones. His mother only had a moment to name him, Storm, after the snowstorm he was born in, before their clan's leader threw him mercilessly into the Valley of Ice. The sharp spikes of ice sliced Storm's stomach, and one impaled his left eye. What the clan didn't know was that there WERE in fact ice spirits, but not like what they thought. Instead of one almighty spirit, there were many uncountable ones. They ranged from pure and good to wicked and malicious, and anything in between. They could possess a dying cat from a large open wound, but the cat would just be barely alive, barely able to control their own body. The ice spirit would take charge of that. ... And that's exactly what happened to Storm. ... As he was bleed!ng out, not one, but two spirits entered him. One pure, entering from his eye, and one malicious, coming in through his stomach wounds. The wounds were encased in a magical, protective ice, courtesy of the spirits needing him to stay alive. There were never supposed to be two spirits inside a mortal body, so there were of course...side effects. The main effect was that Storm wasn't exactly possessed. There were two spirits inside of him, fighting for control over him, so he still retained the part of him that made him and gave him control over his own body. It was hard, but eventually, he got used to moving in a body partially encased by ice. What he would never get used to was the voices, flashes of emotion, thought that weren't his, this all happened in his head, the one place he couldn't escape. --- After hiding out in numerous caves, trying to adjust to his new self, he had a moment of clarity, away from the spirits in hid head. It was just a moment, but the thought was: "I want to see my mother." Storm had never seen his mother before, but he remembered her warmth, her scent, how she had cried as he was taken away. He wanted to see her, let her know that he was alive, relieve her grief from losing him. And it was for himself too. He had never had anyone to be there for him, and what he longed for the most was someone for himself. Someone to be there to comfort him, to talk to him. Someone that loved him for who he was, that made him smile. Someone who brightened his day, who made it feel like the spirits were gone. A friend. Anyone. --- Storm didn't know how to find the clan in the mountains, but for once, the spirits proved useful. They knew the entire terrain of the mountains and ice, where the nomadic clan liked to camp. They could sense living and dy!ng things, sense where creatures had stepped. It was a long journey, but he traveled swiftly, guided by the pure spirit. When he finally reached the mountain camp, Storm stayed near the edge, trying to scent out his mother. And there she was. A pale silver she-cat. He breathed in her scent, heart flooding with nostalgia. It was very noticeable that she was his mother. Their fur was shaped the same way. The way they walked and held themselves. The swish in their tail. She even had eyes just like his, except her irises weren't white, which was a sign of being spirit-possessed. They were a deep, iridescent blue, like the deepest sea. For a moment, he wondered if his eyes would've looked like that. It was very pretty, and- He was brought back to reality as someone called his mother's name. "Shard" And it was a fitting name indeed. A cat trotted up to her, and they brushed cheeks. He was large, and his pelt was the color of Storm's. His father, Storm assumed. The thought of a happy family together, the three of them, flooded his heart with warmth, and he rushed up to them, all caution forgotten. And that was his biggest mistake. It turned out, that the tom was the leader of the clan, and once he noticed a spirit-possessed cat, immediately leapt at Storm. Shard, realizing that Storm was her supposedly de@d beloved kit, leapt in the leader's way. She sustained a terrible blow to the head, but struggled back up, but to no avail. The leader, her mate, was furious at her for hindering him and trying to help a spirit-possessed, even if it was their own son. So he threw her into the valley. This scene flashed before Storm's eyes, and for a moment, all he felt was rage. Pure rage and deep down, heartbroken. This tom, even if he was Storm's biological father, just k!lled his mate. Storm's mother. And for what?! Just because she tried to save her kit?! [cont. v]
[contiued ^] The malicious spirit inside him swelled, and was able to take control of Storm because of this rage, and also because the pure spirit had been weakened from using its power to guide Storm to the clan. In this possessed rage, he lashed out at his father, and his claws, oh his innocent, ice-cold claws, hit the tom's throat. ... Storm gasped as he soul fell back into his body, realizing what just happened. In one, swift moment, he had just lost everything. His beloved mother. His father. His clan's trust. The possibility of being part of something bigger. Hope... So he fled. He fled from the angry clan, who's leader he had just k!lled. He fled from the spirits. He fled from himself. Of course, the last two didn't work, so he tried something else. He threw himself over a cliff, off the mountain. Away from the mountain. The mountain. The only home he knew. Where he spent his entire life. Where his soul was shattered. --- After this, he was found by a young kit from the clan of the woods. This kit was Hollyberr, and this is where Frostbitten begins. Maybe Storm will finally what he always wanted in Hollyberr. A friend. --- Art by me Storm designed by @GhOstxx_ Drawn on paper first and then ibisPaintX #art #dtae
