Doomsoul looked up into the pitch black sky; the sky was lighted only by the moon and the stars that surrounded it. Doomsouls eyes where drawn to a strange light, coming from a pond and hidden by the bracken.
Quietly Doomsoul stepped through the bushes into the bright clearing. A small pond stood in front of her, reflecting the moon above.
"You have come," said an old withered voice. Doomsoul spun around. Standing in front of her was an old white tom that was missing an ear. The tom smiled a sly smile.
"Don't be afraid, I'm not here to hurt you, that's not my job," He meowed his voice calm.
"Who are you?!" Doomsoul hissed.
"I think the question is who-are-you?" the tom replied.
"I'm not afraid of you!"
"You shouldn't be," the tom meowed.
"I am Doomsoul, I am bearing kits, and I need shelter, "Doomsoul explained hinting at the word" shelter".
"Then you have came to the right place, follow me," the tom told. Doomsoul followed the tom. Trees loomed above her, and the path was dark. Doomsoul noticed strange eyes peering at her through the trees, quickly she looked ahead.
You still haven't told me your name," Doomsoul.
"I am Eldstar, leader of Soulclan," Eldstar announced.
"Soulclan?" Doomsoul thought aloud.
"Yes, you are in our territory," Eldstar explained his voice calm and malevolent.
"Our?" Doomsoul asked. Suddenly Eldstar came to a stop.
"Here we are," He meowed, pointing with his tail at a clearing filled with cats. We walked through the bushes into the clearing, cats starred as Eldstar led Doomsoul into the Queens den, which was surrounded with thorns and bushes.
"You can stay here, until you give life to your kits, I will explain everything else in the morning, for now get some sleep, a Warrior will bring you some kill." Eldstar told.
Doomsoul looked strongly at the white cat, her eyes filling with compassion and hope for her and her unborn kits.
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