" malice shall corrupt reality,
and turn blood on blood
for a rotting wait of revenge "
There is the Star Realm, a place for cats who have served out of pure loyalty and benevolence, and the Dark Realm, a resting place for those who served out of t...
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Lynxpaw's eyes fluttered open only to be embraced by utter darkness, the fur along her spine erect. Terror crept over her similiar to how the waves of a river lapped their bank, and her gaze dashed from side-to-side hopeful of another cat to be amongst her. She was laying in the elder's den of HeathClan, yet all of the nests around here were empty and she was banished from the comfort of her mother's pelt.
The den entrance allowed a streak of moonlight to flit across her spotted, tabby pelt. Her muzzle twitched and she slowly rose to her paws, desperate to find out the purpose behind her dream. It had to be a dream, right? Her clanmates would never leave her behind, and she never woke to any commotion.
Suddenly, a shadow blocked the moonlight and it's black stature crossed her form. Lynxpaw's hackles rose as she met it's chocolate gaze, staring upon her as if she was merely a lost kid wandering through the woods. The shadow left waves of apprehension crashing about in her stomach and her claws threatened to unsheathe. Had Cottonstar and his followers arrived to attack them? The thought left a shiver crawling over her skin as she observed the shadow.
The shadowy feline instead turned away, it's tail lashing as if to beckon Lynxpaw to follow it. Curiousity brimmed Lynxpaw's gaze, but anxiety still thrashed about in her stomach. If this was a vision from the Star Realm, they would want Lynxpaw to follow the shadow, but if it was merely reality playing a trick on her, she could be walking straight towards her fate.
She held her breath for a second before she emerged from the den, gaze attached to the shadow that started for the camp exit. HeathClan camp was deserted, gloomy as a row of fog blanketed over it. Moonlight peered through the fog, igniting the clouds in a luminous glow. Lynxpaw's neck fur bristled and she was desperate to search the dens for signs of other cats, but she instead whirled around on her paws and followed the shadow out of camp.
She pursued the shadow out onto the fog burdened moor. A light breeze whisked through her pelt as Lynxpaw hastened her pace, the shadow nearly disappearing over a hill ahead of her. Lynxpaw trekked over the hill, peering ahead to watch as the shadow turned, it's hazel eyes latched onto her before it turned back ahead. Where could it possibly be leading her?
Lynxpaw's tail dropped and slithered across the forest floor as they entered what appeared to be RidgeClan territory. Trees loomed over her, but their forms were empty of shadows that crossed over her light chocolate pelt. The only shadow that crawled across the forest floor was the cat she was following, it's head held high with perked ears as it marched deeper into the woods.
Breathing in, Lynxpaw hoped to inhale the familiar scents of her homeland, but instead it only reeked like rancid, rotten flesh. The scent flared in her nostrils and she blinked away the stinging sensation which weakened the deeper they padded through the forest. Her ears latched onto the back of her skull and she observed her surroundings, noting that the trees were beginning to part, revealing a dim, starlit sky overhead.
