Lost and Empty

Note: I am trying to make this dark and not welcoming and warm like most Warriors fanfics. I want that eerie sense in it that makes people wonder what the heck this girl thinks about at night.

Prologue
The tom slowly struggled up, his legs shaking violently as his eyes readjusted to the light. His vision was blurry; the shadows began swallowing up his eyesight again, and he gasped. He could not let the dark images engulf his mind again, the last time… Wait, when was the last time? What was he even thinking about?

His head turned straight down towards the dry, rocky ground. His paws were a light, pale brown color. The tom glanced around at his pelt, it seemed nice and clean. If he couldn’t remember anything, maybe he should start remembering that his former self cared a lot about how he looked…

His eyelids drooped, yet he felt alert and wide awake. Blinking he caught sight of a bright colored liquid on the ground. Sniffing it, he realized it was not blood, yet something foul and reeking of twolegs. His brain jerked to a realization. The tom looked at his surroundings; he let out a small, weak meow and heard the sound made louder by the twoleg made walls. The walls were amplifying the sound, not muffling it like he knew it would usually.

How did he know what twoleg’s nest would usually sound like? His memory was completed shrouded over with a fog that couldn’t be penetrated. The shadows were all around him, dark and mysterious; he couldn’t tell what the place was made out of. The ground was cold on his paw pads; he padded over to the wall, his whiskers brushing against it. Closing his eyes, he pressed his nose against it. The tom bounced back, the surface was freezing, yet it reminded his eerily of stone.

He descended further, what was there to lose anyways? He had no memory of who he was, or what he was doing here. The only thing on his mind was that he woke up on a twoleg made stone nest. The path was like a tunnel, like the one… Which one?

''The ground was grassy, warm and welcoming below him. He stroked his cheek against the rough, gorse tunnel’s entrance. He looked up eagerly at a large, ginger tom with thick fur and a spiky tail. The cat smiled and nodded for him to go ahead. He scampered along, bursting into a large area, with cats sharing tongues, small kits squealing with excitement as they played with a ball of moss. The cats came to a hush as a broad, dark brown tabby steadied himself on a sharp, jutting out rock that seemed to burst out of the ground. The tabby looked straight to him; the small tom lowered his head, eyes still bright.''

He gasped again, his breathing getting rougher, the darkness… It was confusing him. The memories scratched at his brain, making him ache. Was his life draining from him? Were the shadows attacking at his mere fragments of any sanity he had left? His pace picked up, his breath getting quicker, mind dry with the lack of thoughts to distract him.

He came to an abrupt stop, a bright light flickering ahead of him, cocking his head to the side he slowly trailed towards it. The light was just a glimmer on a shard of something shiny and flat. Was it twoleg rubbish? Maybe, but the tom would never know. His slowly pressed his paw to it. He let out a bloodcurdling shriek and fell to the ground. The darkness surrounded him like a dark snow, freezing and biting away at the last living bits of his life. All he could hear was the sound of pounding paw pads as his last trances of thoughts escaped from his head, and he fell unconscious.