Grass stalks whispered softly as Soulblaze padded through the wild meadow, instinct pulling the spirit towards a twoleg den. Pricking its ears forward, it listened, hard. Nothing but the distant hoot of a hunting owl. There were few out at this inhospitable hour.
It was midnight, approaching dawn. Reaching a low, wooden fence, it paused. The pull seemed strongest here. Bunching its muscles, the spirit leapt gracefully onto the fence and dropped down.
Slinking silently across the lush grass, Soulblaze searched the unnaturally neat den in front of it. A solid-air gap was open. Perfect. It jumped, surveyed its surronding and leapt to the hard, cold floor.
A low buzz disturbed the silence, a rattling of an unnatural quality. No, not in here.It moved on to the next room. A faint snoring noise drifted down a wooden scree slope. The guardian opened its jaws to drink in the scents, and quickly closed them again in disgust. The whole den reeked of the Twoleg's harsh scent. The cat turned to leave, and stopped. A faint wisp of cat scent wreathed its self around the spirit's nostrils. It seemed to be coming from a hole further down the clearing. Soulblaze padded cautiously towards it.
Its paws sunk in to the moss-like floor. The room was small and cosy. In the far corner, curled up in a twoleg nest was a kittypet. This was the cat it was looking for. Brave, inquisitive and... special. It could tell this cat was destined for something that would affect the whole forest.
The guardian looked at the peacefully sleeping tom. Then it curled up next to him and vanished into the cat. A faint golden glow lit up the room. The guardian had chosen its host.
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Shadows of Stars
Hayran KurguStarclan does not control everything. They never have, never will. Their job is to keep the clans safe, to deliver messages. But when they feel control slipping through their paws, they call on help older than the Earth. When darkness is all too pre...
