Jayfeather recoiled in horror. What's going on? Squeal lay lying on the ground, blood pouring from her neck. The rest of the cats were staring at her silently. Jayfeather tried to run, but his legs refused to move a mouselength. Then Squeal started stirring. She shook herself off, and stared triumphantly at the rest of the cats, who cheered for the she-cat. The large brown cat who seemed to be leader spoke.
"The Cult of No Fighting has spoken it's approval. Squeal has received her 5 lives. From this day on, she shall now be known as Squeal of Prey!" The other cats cheered louder and louder, until the sounds echoed across the wasteland. Gradually they began to die down, being replaced by muttering and yawning. Jayfeather began to wake up, bracing himself for blindness as the world grew darker and darker.
"You are not leaving just yet." A stern voice jolted away the darkness in a flash, and Jayfeather found he was not in the barren wasteland he was moments ago, but a lush forest filled with cats. "Why are you here? You have intruded on the sacred ritual of the Cults." Jayfeather opened his mouth to speak. "DO NOT ANSWER THAT QUESTION." The voice, once a single cat, was replaced with the voice of a legion "For trespassing on our rituals, you shall be sentenced to severe punishment! You will now live the life of a Cult cat until death. Then you shall return from whence you came!" Jayfeather saw the cats swirl around him, until they were nothing but blurs, a fluid form circling him, pulling him down. He felt his body fading away, until there was nothing.