Let me make you {{Shiver|| with ||Fear}}

[Pantherclaw]

"Shiver with fear, my friend, Shiverstar is at her reign," the young, tortured soul of the abused leader spoke to no one as she sat alone in her den, biting her tail. "Ha, ha, ha, no one's here to comfort you, oh broken one." it seemed she was talking to herself, for she was shivering, and she was broken. "Shiverstar is here, and whether your ready or not, she's controlling you! She's gotten rid of the dreaded Grittedstar, her father, and now she is here to get rid of you! Ha, ha, ha, ha!" her voice was fragile, and shaky as she said so, and clumps of her tattered fur fell to the floor of her den as she shivered, and shook.
"Yes, indeed, the most dangerous game is yet to be played.." she growled.
These were the signs of her true insanity. She had lost her sanity at one moon, and at 7 moons she had killed her father. All the aspects of her life had proven to drive away all sanity and serenity from her soul.

[>>[S]ilver]

[[Lets say theirs a cat named Midnightsoul who has greencough ...]]

The small white and silver she-cat padded her way nervously to the enterance of her leaders den. Shiverstar scared her, one of the few cats who did. She was just so scary. She talked to herself, never groomed, and she killed her father around the time of Cloudpaw's apprenticeship took place. She set down the herbs in her mouth, and poked her small head into the leader's den. Shiverstar? She called, her voice quivering slightly. Shiverstar, I'm coming in! She called, snapping back up to herbs. She set them down at the black pelted leader's paws. My mentor told me to bring you these. She meowed, eyeing the Queen with supisious blue eyes. And to let you know that Midnightsoul seems to be getting worse. And one of Gingerpelt's kits died last night from Whitecough. We might have a problem.

[Pantherclaw]

A crazed looked flashed in Shiverstar's eyes as she smiled crookedly, and laughed crazily. "Heh- he! Tell your mentor that I need not these herbs or any others; I'm at the top of my game! Oh, poor kit." her eyes showed no emotion; she didn't have a soft side for kits since her own mistreatment as a kit. "Its the dawn of Shiverstar's Reign! No one's here to save you little shivering kitty cats! Grr! Fear Shiverstar!" her voice was again frail and shaking, and it was clear she wasn't talking to the apprentice any longer.

[>>[S]ilver]

Cloudpaw didn't even have to think about what to say to make the leader take the herbs. Shiverstar, they are to make you even stronger than you already are. They make your mind alert and your muscels hard as the Moonstone itself. She meowed clamly with a smile to the black she-cat. A small dripping sound was emmited from somewhere in the cavelike den, quiet and echoing in a very, very small way. She bowed her head slightly to the Leader and took one spep backwards, and sat down, ditermined to make the cat eat the medicine.

[Pantherclaw]

Shiverstar continued to mumble to herself, and then she seemed to notice the cat was still there. "Huh? Oh-- yes... yes, yes you can eat a sparrow." she seemed not to have heard what the cat had said. She had, but she decided not to listen. Her eyes cold, not towards the medicine cat, no, her cold, expressionless eyes were due to her harsh past. It was hard to stare this cat in the eyes and not feel the harsh depression, and intense abuse of her past. She flicked her tail. "Well, if thats all, then goodbye." she said dismissively, her green eyes dull with the same cared-in-stone description of her past.

[>>[S]ilver]

Cloudpaw rolled her blue eyes in the smallest way, and dipped her head, padding out. She knew she had been dismissed. Eat it, Shiverstar. She meowed, a commanding tone in her voice as she walked out, turning her head towards the larger she-cat. Eat it.

[Pantherclaw]

Shiverstar would probably looked smug right now if she was as twisted and screwed up as she was. She sat staring at the wall, with her intense eyes. Towards her clan, she was almost emotionless, she never showed anger towards them. Towards the other clans, she showed anger only when she felt completely hatrid towards an idea or happening. She watched a puddle of water, muttering her odd words again.