Skyfall, the tortoiseshell (who was called Poppy), a golden she-cat, and a gray tabby she-cat were brought to different clearing and had to stand before the fat gray tom, who inspected all of them. ''You have all never mated before, I presume?'' The she-cats shook their heads. The tom blinked. ''Good. The toms are coming to make their choices Stand still while he inspects you and do whatever he says- unless you want to end up like Leaf over there.'' Poppy trembled, and Skyfall pressed against her side comfortingly. Four toms strode forward. Skyfall didnt like any of them; she just wished she could claw that smug look of their faces, but for some reason she couldnt move. Fear paralyzed her, and her heart beat faster as a scarred ginger tom walked over to her. But he grunted and selected the golden she-cat instead. But relief was not to last; a white tom with ice blue eyes wrapped his tail around her neck and led into some tall grasses. ''Get in a crouch,'' he ordered. Hot fury surged through her and suddenly she found herseld hurling herself at the tom, clawing his eyes, his back, his side. ''YOU-WONT-MAKE-ME!'' she roared. The white tom turned tail and ran, yowling. Skyfall readied herself to chase after him, but suddenly the gray tom exploded from the grasses and pounced on her, his claws at her neck. ''I could kill you,'' he spat, ''but I need you alive, You are going to do a better job tomorrow,alright?'' Skyfall didnt answer. The claws went deeper. Blood began to flow. ''Y-yes,'' she whispered, fear surging through her. The tom released her and stalked off. Skyfall gasped and stood up, her paws shaking, and murmured,'' Fernpaw, if you can hear me, please help to deliver me from this place. I dont know how much I can bear this.'' ''There is no Starclan here.'' Skyfall whipped around at the sound of the newcomer. It was a very dark gray tom with green eyes. He licked his paw and started towards her. ''And I believe its my turn.''