Authors Note: Okay, so this is another CATS based story. This is Narcian, an OC of mine. Its mostly centered around OC's but the cannon characters run throughout too so don't worry; you'll still see Misto and the others, as well as appearances of Yankeedoo, Scarlet and other OC's of mine and co-authors Jingalizzy and Cherry. Whom both helped with this story so thans to you both!!

Narcian, Asmo, Scarlet belong to me.
Gabriel and Ofelia belong to Cherry.
Angra, Yankeedoo, Bellzebub, Rosco belong to Jingalizzy
All Cannon belong to T.S. Elliot and Webber.

"C'mon, hurry up!" A gruff voice said over mewling cries. For every step of the large paws, three were taken by little ones.
The group of kittens were jostled forward, crying and wide eyed as they searched for parents, aunts or uncles, someone to tell them it was all a bad dream. They clung to each other, terrified as they came to a feline sitting upon a large chair created from crates.

The moonlight glittered across ginger fur and made horrifying yellow eyes glow. Fifteen kits trembled under his gaze, huddling together. With a gesture of his claw, a small siamese tomkit was wrenched from the group and brought forward. After a quick look, the trembling kitten was picked up and carried away. He was replaced by a scrawny manx. He was carried in a different direction with hardly a second glance. The ginger looked over the group with cold, calculating eyes. Eyes that paused on a tiny, thin yellow and white kit that stood just a little apart from the quivering kittens.

"Bring the runt here," he tapped his long twisted claws on the arm of his chair idly. A large patched tom pulled the smallest kitten towards their leader and backed away quickly as if Macavity would strike him down as well.
"You!" The dark ginger said commandingly to the tan and yellow kit. "You are the smallest of the small, useless." He steepled his long fingers and pressed them thoughtfully to his mouth. "Your size shows a failure of my own cats to prosper. Plead your case runt!"

"I...I..." He stuttered voice thin with fright and eyes wide. His tiny paws shook uncontrollably as he gripped his tail.

"Speak!" Macavity roared impatiently. The tomkit squeaked and shrank smaller still in fright. His tiny frame shook like a lead as he suddenly swayed, as if faint. The Hidden Paw sneered in disgust and lifted his paw. "Take the thing away." He spat.

A cornish Rex stepped forward quickly but the kit stumbled forward, latching onto Macavity's paw. Everything stopped. Even the kittens fell silent as the henchcats held their breath. A tiny voice spoke, breaking the silence.

"No...No sun...Darkness in day..." His eyes were wide and glossy white, his body shaking so hard it was a wonder he could hold onto the ginger. Then everything exploded with an enraged snarl as Macavity brought his claws down on the kit. The blow was hard enough to spin the little tom around and knock him unconcious, blood seeping from thin streaks that stretched across the side of his face. The Rex quickly leapt forward, snatching him up.

"Get it out of my sight!" Macavity growled. The Rex bowed his head and quickly disappeared after the manx.

Eight of the fifteen kittens huddled together in a small room. They had fallen into a tired silence, their voices spent. The ninth sat curled in a corner, the wounds cleansed and bleeding stopped. The Rex hadn't spoken, but the voice was kind as he had cleaned the 'shallow wounds'

There was one thin window where the morning sun smiled through. The little kit hugged his knee's close, eyes red but he was too exhausted to cry, yet too terrified to sleep.
The light began to dim and the kits trembled, but then, one by one they looked up and out the window. Still the male did not move. Gasps and whisperes echoed across the room. Then...Darkness fell.

"No sun..." Came one voice.

"It's dark...dark during day!" Another whispered shakily.

"You knew..." The manx was looking at the runt, eyes wide. "You knew!"

Suddenly the door burst open, sending all the kittens scrambling with cries to the far corner; cluthing each other tight.

"Runt! With me," a large menacing persian stoon in the doorway, nearly blocking the whole entrance with his sheer size.

The wounded kitten stood, though he kept his head down, afraid of being struck again. On the walk down the sunless halls the kit focused on keeping space between himself and the huge persian as well as the wall. Though the henchtom's size made this a very difficult task.

"Bring him in." The too familiar tone of their Lord's voice was altered, not quite anxious but not angry. 'That's a good sign...' the kit hoped.
"Good work runt," their Lord stated in almost a monotone with a sardonic edge. "How did you know?" When the ginger tom finally faced them, his yellow eyes were the fiercness they had all come to expect. Behind that, however, he had a spark of what could only be described as wonder, even mirth.

"I..." For a moment he was speechless, quivering as he remembered the blow. The voice he heard twisted around his head, sending shivers down his spine as it tried to figure the little tomkit out.

The ginger tom was suddenly upon him but before the tiny kit could even flinch he was sittign along with the Hidden Paw on his large comfortable make-shift throne. "How did you know?" He asked, almost a smile tugging at one corner of his mouth as he waited for the kitten's answer.

"I...I see things," he squeaked, eyes wide with a mix of surprise and fear. He held his tail in a death-grip. "Things...Things that happen. And...and hear..." His voice quivered and his ears twitched madly.

"Interesting..." Macavity ruffled the young tom's headfur and his mind raced on, silent to the young telepath. "So could you tell future thigns that affect my tribe? That could help me in battle?"

He nodded hesitantly. "Will...will you not send me back to that room?" He pleaded quietly, kitten eyes wide as he looked up at The Hidden Paw. "The room...the room where death waits?" He wrung his tail with shaking paws.

Macavity ruffled the kits headfur again and shook his head, "No no no! Of course not. You are stayign right here with me" He tapped his long claws on the arm of the chair, "What is your name runt?"

He let out a small breath, shoulders relaxing just slightly. "N...Narcian..." He said quietly.