Sins of The Storm

Chapter Two-I Don't Need Sleep. I Need Answers.

The tom blinked his eyes open only to find himself in an even stranger place. The grass was soft and pleasant underneath his paws, and there were some beautiful trees on the pretty clearing. His mouth hung open. Stars were everywhere, their gentle light filling the area. What is this place?

"Welcome to StarClan!" The tom jumped in surprise as a strong voice rang through the air. It was the same voice that kept visiting him every day since he first woke up without his memories.

So this is StarClan, he thought with amazement. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out what StarClan meant. He was sure that he heard about it before, he just didn't know how or where. Well, now I know that it is a place. But what kind of place?

"This is some sort of afterlife!" The voice laughed, almost as if he guessed his thoughts. Afterlife? Panic washed over him. Am I dead? But he couldn't be dead! He was just sleeping peacefully...This can't be possible!

The voice began laughing even harder. "Don't worry, you are not dead! Of course you aren't!" Relief flooded him like a river. But he also held some grudge towards this strange tom who only communicated with him with his voice, and never showed himself. What, is he trying to scare me?

"Why did you bring me here if I'm not dead?!" He shouted into the starry space, hoping that he would be heard. "Where are you?" He looked around wildly, but there was no one on the clearing. He was alone.

"I wanted to show you StarClan." The voice replied with a hint of warmth. "This is my home. It's pretty peaceful around here, and..."

The tom cut him off impatiently. "And what do I get from that? That doesn't help me to remember! Or...does it?" He asked eagerly, hoping that the answer would be yes. He was really starting to get fed up by not knowing anything about himself, but time was just passing day by day, and he was still where he started. Turns out Smoke wasn't right; I need so much more than a good sleep. I need answers. And this voice has them, he remembered. But why didn't he just tell me right away?

"Because you have to find them out yourself!" The voice warned, once again guessing his thoughts. "And also because I can't stay with you for long here. We can talk more at the Star Stones, okay?"

The orange tom groaned, slightly annoyed. "Always those stupid Star Stones! What are those anyway?"

"You will know when you see them! Well, I've gotta go! Good luck finding them!" And with that the voice was gone, leaving the tom truly alone. He sighed heavily, dropping his head. This stupid cat never says anything important! He always just speaks about some Star Stones! How am I supposed to find them if I don't even know what those are?

He sat down on the grass, poking the soft grass blades with his paw. He felt really overwhelmed. He didn't want to give this up so quickly, but it seemed so impossible. And what if I just leave the whole thing and start a new life? He shook the thought away. No. I want my true self.

In the same heartbeat, the ground slipped away from underneath him, opening a pit of darkness. He yelped in surprise as he began falling, swallowed by the dark. The last thing he saw were the stars that shimmered encouragingly at him, offering hope and peace. Then the dark waves closed above his head, drowning everything else out.

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The orange tom shot up in his nest, wincing as his body protested against the sudden movement with pain. He slumped back with a hiss, burying his nose into his paws. This was more beautiful than anything I've ever experienced. Even if I don't remember my past experiences, he chuckled bitterly, turning on his back slowly.