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We will send one
Who will break all ties
He will be the one
Who spreads the lies
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Blurb
In a Clan...there is one she-cat. She is just a normal warrior, living a normal life. But then...arrives a tom. He has no memories of what has happened, but all he knows it that he's somehow connected to Nightsky. The two face challenges, and they fight for the Clan, their lives, and each other.
Prologue -- Firey
"Is he ready?"
A scarred tom eyed the young kitten scrambling for a foothold on the side, "Almost, meistras," he murmured, "they just need to perform the ceremony and he'll be ready."
The first tom curled his lip, "Was it safe to keep him away from the other kits? Surely he should practice interacting with others."
The second tom shook his head, "He mustn't speak like us, meistras, or else they will know who he originated from. We must take all precautions." But his heart ached for his kit, who lived a life of solitude, who was chosen for a very important task.
The one called meistras stared down at the little kit. "He's rather scrawny, isn't he?"
"The ones administrating this project suggested that we give him limited supplies. There's prey around him, but he doesn't seem to react to it. He waits for us to deliver the food."
"Not very intelligent, huh?"
The scarred tom blinked. He knew the tom was very intelligent, but he wanted to keep that a secret from his meistras. "I guess not," he agreed, "but that's for the better good. He'll do exactly what he says if he can't figure things out."
"A perfect pawn," the first tom mused, "Has he talked to anyone?"
"No, we have yet to hear him speak."
The meistras frowned, "There are only five days before the ceremony and the project begins, correct?" The scarred tom nodded to confirm it. "I want you or someone to interact with the tom. At least make sure he can talk."
"Yes, meistras," the scarred tom bowed his head, "May I ask a question though?"
"Yes?"
"Why is it necessary for him to be sent to the other side? Surely he won't be able to tell us much because he won't know anything."
The meistras stretched, "We will observe what he does, and we will receive information from his brain to understand how they work. Dreke did say he had to herbs to do so, correct?"
"He's certain he can do it, and he will test it on the kit later, but he says if the kit figures out what is going on, the herb will fail."
The meistras narrowed his eyes, "Then we must ensure that he is the perfect candidate. Don't we have other substistutes who have been given the same treatment?"
"Yes, but because we're certain this tom is the perfect solution, the others have been released into stage two."
"Stage two?"
The scarred tom nodded, "We must be prepared for the first subject to fail. Once he does, we must put stage two into the plan. That's what the substitutes are for.
"Alright then, I'll leave you to sort it out then."
The scarred tom stared at his son, praying for him to be alright.
Even if you mess up the plan, please stay safe...
Chapter One -- Cinder
I choose a mouse from the fresh kill pile, and walk to my usual eating spot, in the corner of the clearing. As I take bites of my prey, I watch as the other cats mingle with their friends while sharing their meals. For a split second, I wonder what I am missing out on. But the thought doesn't last very long.
TBC