Double or triple click for best sound. Thanks to snowyleaf for the awesome CC! I didn't know what you meant by a name of a song by twenty pilots. I was confused weather you meant in the story, project, or notes and credits...
Lineart of the two cats in the front belongs to @snowyleaf Song is Fairly Local Everything else belongs to me. Characters, coloring, background, ect. These four are part of a fanfiction I made called Dark Omen. You can read it on Wattpad here; https://www.wattpad.com/216550305-cats-of-lightclan-dark-omen-prologue Short story; Sparrowsong sat with his tail curled round his paws, as Nicro paced around him. Nicro looked the tom over. He wasn't very large for a male, he noticed, and a mischievous smirk slipped onto his maw. He stopped, giving the intruder a sideways glance. "So.." He began, voice smooth and quiet. "Why do you come here, Sparrow? This isn't some kind of an attack, is it?" He said cooly, tone not wavering for a heart-beat as he glanced at the other two cats that had accompanied the young warrior. A black tom-cat dusted with white stripes and speckles glared at him, kneading his claws in a dusty patch of earth a few fox-lengths away, a creamy she-cat just a little closer to Nicro then the black tom, staring with a seemingly unnerved gaze. But truthfully she was far more nervous then she was letting on-and Nicro could tell this by the way her paws twitched. He had come to recognize fear. Fear of him. Fear of what he did to cats who questioned his authority, or who approached him like this. He smiled. Had he really scared these forest cats this much? Did all the clans fear him as much as this? Maybe. It seemed to him that his popularity and fame had grown since he'd first shown himself to the flea-pelted wild cats. Sparrowsong kept a close eye on the tom, hesitant to answer. But, eventually, he managed to sort the words out. "No." He snarled softly, his voice almost as calm as this intimidating tom's had been. "I'm here to give one last chance." He stated. "A final warning." He was about to continue, when Nicro started laughing hysterically. The dusty tan cat's laughing only grew louder, before it started to fade, and soon he was just chuckling quietly. "Heh-G-go, on.." he managed to wheeze, allowing himself to catch his breath as Sparrowsong looked at him nervously. He blinked, neck fur beginning to bristle from his sudden outburst. "W-w-well," He said, stumbling on his words at first. "We're giving you t-the chance to stop all this now. Before it's to late." He ended on a hostile, threatening voice. Nicro had to hold back another fit of laughing. Was this fool serious? He simply smirked wider. "Never." He hissed coldy through clenched teeth. He flicked his tail, and at the motion, several large, scarred cats slunk out of the shadows lining the ally to crouch, with flat ears and narrowed eyes, surrounding the four. Nicro snickered to himself. "Now, I suggest you leave.. Unless.." He trailed off, lifting a paw and scratching his cheek thoughfully. "Unless, you want to join the rest of my hostages..." He grinned wide, blood crusting his teeth and lips.
