ωʜɪsᴘᴇʀs ᴏғ ᴅᴇsᴛɪɴʏ

{α word cαмe тo мe ιɴѕecreт— α мere wнιѕper oғ α word, вυт ι нeαrd ιт cleαrly.}

The young lord hurried through the grad tunnel, his claws clattering on the stony cave floor as he reached to large crystals that signified the beginning the Council Den at the end of the passage way. His dark spotted, sorrel fur was on end as he skidded to a halt before a smaller cat.
"Lord Byrrus, they have been expecting your arrival," the page mewed, his voice low as he eyed the tom-cat.
"They have begun?" Byrrus demanded of him, golden eyes blazing with worry.
"Yes, m'lord," the page nodded, affirming Byrrus's worst fears.

The young council-tom rushed, giving his fur one last lick. His golden orbs widened as the raucous dispute of the Flammaian delegates and the Algorian Council reached his ears. Quickly, he slunk to the left of the den, and placed himself on his designated rock.
"He is not! You have taken him! We request for our beloved Prince to be returned to us!"
The sheer rage and hatred lining this sentence was enough to frighten any cat, but Duke Volabant was different. His dark eyes danger dangerously as he banged his stood to his paw in opposition to the accusation. Lord Gleu's eyes narrowed into disgusted slits as surveyed the Duke.

"Have you nothing to say?" Lord Byrrus sneered, his eyes blazing as he was finally to put a word in edgewise.
"He may not, but I do." It came from the rear of the den and all heads snapped back to see Ustrina, Princess of the Flammaians emerged from the depth of the cave.
"Y-your Highness," Duke Volabant whispered, placing a paw before him and lowering his head and torso, while his hind legs and romp remained upwards. Everyone in the den followed his example… except for Byrrus. He sat pride and tall upon his rock, gold and green gazes locking in a silent battle.

"You may rise," the Princess meowed, her tone dismissive. Byrrus looked away.
"We do not have your blasted Crown Prince, Gleu," the feisty she-cat began," and though I and promised to him, and he to me, I care naught for him. He's quite the insolent, vain brat, is what he is." Duke Hibernis, who was seated beside Lord Byrrus, let out a guttural growl. "Dare you speak of our Crown Prince in such a manner, and within his Kingdom?" the tom hissed, challenge evident in his eyes. Tension crackled ominously in the stiff, summer air as Hibernis pushed out his broad chest.

The maine coon Princess ignored the joust, and continued, strutting forward confidently. "Fallan has probably gotten himself-" "Does the King Ardeo bewitch his courtiers into believing this guile?" Gleu remarked snidely, glancing at Lord Taeda, a small white tom with orange spots and a very hot temper.
"Dare you slander our King, in our Princess' presence?" Taeda sputtered furiously, leaning forward, his claws scraping the cave floor as he sheathed and unsheathed sharp claws. He continued coldly.
"The Great Niveus may have great taste in fighting skills and Defenders, but he has terrible taste in council cats."
With that, the Flammaian retinue padded proudly out of the den, Volabant and Taeda on either side of the Princess.

"Good riddance," Hibernis snarled after them.
"You shouldn't have done so, Gleu," Duke Deorc mewed, finally speaking up. The raven tom eyed his childhood friend.
"What? Insulted them? Volabant was asking for it!" Gleu growled, pacing the length of the den.
"Says the one who said and did nothing," muttered Byrrus, referring to Deorc. In a second, the black tom was upon the young council-tom. "Just because you are young, and have been elected to the Coucil, does not mean I am afraid to kill you," Deroc hissed, sending a chill down the young tom's spine. Byrrus nodded in understanding. As the tom let him up, Byrrus made a mental note to himself. Never mess with Deorc.

The ginger maine coon she-cat glanced over her shoulder, satisfied to see that she had successfully snuck out of the den in which the Algorian regency had kindly placed the Flammaian retinue for the night. Ustrina galloped away, through the back tunnels of the cave, leading her to a den in which a young tom slept, oblivious to her presence. A guard stood out front of the den and the princess sighed, quite frustrated. A feeling of disappointment pouring over her, Ustrina retraced her steps, soon arriving back at her retinue's den. With one wistful look over her shoulder, the she-cat disappeared inside.

However, a pair of blue-grey eyes shone out in the darkness, bearing a look disapproval. This could only lead to debacle, of that, the sibyl. The nexus that the Flammaian princess had with Byrrus would get them both killed. No doubt, the couple would be impugned, and then be labeled as quislings. It was not that Ignis had no understanding of love, no, it was the opposite. The maculated she-cat shook her head solemnly, delicate paws taking her back to her den.

She had so much to worry about: the disappearance of the Crown Prince, the warnings of war between Algor and the Lower Kingdom, and the reoccurring dream she received from her ancestors. Sighing heavily, the cat made her way to the main tunnel, and passing two guards, she dipped her head. They bowed low, allowing her to pass into her den. It was oddly dark, within the little cave, and no light shone down from the hole in its roof. Looking up, Ignis noticed that the moon was nowhere to be seen. Instead of light, dark, ominous clouds covered the skies, promising to let forth a night pouring of rain.

Many might call what Ignis did, sidereal, or even preternatural. She was the mouthpiece, the mortal, tangible body for the Fates. The present, past, and future. Their names were Spiritdancer (past), Lightwatcher (present), and Moonseeker (future). They were the three descendents of Essentia and Lumen, the father and mother of all cats. And Ignis, she could see them. That was the reason her name among them, was Swanseer.

Now, she approached the Fate Crystal, which shone dimly, trapping a few moonbeams within glassy walls. Gracefully. Ignis stretched forth her neck to nuzzle the beautiful formation. A jolt of white hot electricity zipped through her body, her blue-grey eyes melting into a deeper color, one of amethyst. Her dark, brindled fur became a cream color, with light brown patches here and there. With a whoosh, Ignis was set down, back onto the cavern floor. Before her sat three she-cats.

The first was a slender golden cat with shaded, sleek fur. Her eyes were a dark blue, and her features were that of refinement. She was the beautiful Lightwatcher. She looked down on Ignis, her eyes ablaze with something of slight disapproval? Or was it impatience. The second was a broad-shouldered, pure white longhair with eyes of an exotic sea green color. Moonseeker looked abit edgy as she glanced off into space, her mind taking her through things that were still yet to come. The last was Spiritdancer. She was a small silver tabby, the most regal looking of them all. Her eyes shone with the knowledge of the ages, and she gazed down upon Ignis with an air of superiority about her.

"For what have you come, Swanseer?" Lightwatcher was the first to address Ignis, her tone curt. Apparently, something was happening that was bigger than Ignis, bigger than all of them in the grand scheme of things.
"Moonseeker," Ignis mewed respectfully, stepping forwards as the white she-cat placed her gaze upon her. "Show me Crown Prince, Fallan of the Algorian Kingdom."

{ιт cαмe ιɴ α ѕcαry dreαм oɴe ɴιɢнт, αғтer ι нαd ғαlleɴ ιɴтo α deep, deep ѕleep.}

The sun but a gentle glow over the horizon, and the darkness of night fall had begun to creep across the fringes of the eastern skies. The twilight threw a blanket of cool air over the trees, chasing out the heat, and all of the forest seemed to let forth a sigh of relieve. The forest seemed desolate, as if a peaceful trance had been through over it. There was not a sound, but for the occasional chirp of a bird, or the shiver of leaves above.

Shadows were cast long and dark, slicing across the forest floor where no trees stood. The tall oak, birch and pine sprung up every few foxlengths, branches reaching high up into the sky as if trying to touch the sun. What was it like to be a tree? They did nothing exciting. All they did was provide a home for another creature; a mouse, an owl, a sparrow, a squirrel, a woodlouse. They grew up towards the sky, as if trying to leave their rooted home on the ground.

But if one listened closely, they could hear the faint, almost inaudible paw-falls broke the serene silence. A lone, agile figure stalked through the foliage, causing bushes to shiver as he passed them. Paws graced the forest floor with their presence as their owner's blue gaze scanned the timberland about him. His fur, however dirty it was, possessed a healthy shine to it, seeming almost luminous in the crepuscular light. The said tom-cat inhaled, opening his mouth to scent the air, while flicking his tail in a slightly stiff manner. Though the forest lay still, as if dead, the air was alive with many of the scents, carried to him upon the cool evening breeze. His body remained taut for only a moment, before exhaling, him tense muscles relaxing.

He had stopped before the large, dilapidated house, with the weed-overrun garden. The Victorian was silent, seeming almost lifeless. But a pair of pawfalls could be heard in the quiet, making soft echoes on the ground. He could hear them. The tom tasted the air once more, blue orbs shining forth in the darkness. His eyes were windows to a wild, blood-crazed soul. Yes, this tom lived to kill.

Finally, the two figures emerged, one a brown she-cat, the other a dark ginger tom who bore a splash of white upon his tail tip. From their stance, the intruder could sense their attachment: lovers. He swayed slowly to some ghastly, inaudible tune as a sickening grin crossed his maw. A strange wind, one from the north, danced around him, carrying many voices upon it. Yes, he felt it. He heard it.

Tonight, his hunger for blood would be filled. At the thought, the tom shivered with fierce delight, his powerful shoulders rippling as he sheathed and unsheathe sharp claws which glinted faintly in the light of the rising moon. Apprehension hung over him as the cat watched the lover depart, passing him, unaware of his presence. Blue eyes skulked after them, slithering through the darkness as if he belonged there. And truly, he did.

The ginger tom heard it. A sound similar to that of wind chimes danced into his hearing. His green eyes narrowed, fastening their gaze upon the dark recesses of the shadow behind them. The shadows shifted, but nothing seemed out of place. Yet, Fox had this nagging feeling that something wasn't right.
"Fooxx," the she-cat beside him whined, "why do tense?" Then she giggled. "Are you nervous."

"No, it's not that, Crescendo," Fox mewed, forcing a purr. "I just feel that something is terribly off."
Crescendo's brow furrowed, her amber eyes betraying her perplexity. "Is it me?"
"No, dearest," Fox mewed softly, lovingly nuzzling his mate's ear. "You are the most perfect thing in the entire world."

The intruder scoffed, his blue eyes flaming with something of need. Need for what. You ask? Need for blood, death, all of it. He would have to break up this loves tryst. The ginger tom who went by the name of Fox glanced back once more, green is glittering with worry and unease. "Don't worry, Fox. I shall play my part," the tom whispered.

The chimes sounded once more, now louder than before, in Fox's ears. He turned his head once more, looking over his shoulder. A creature launched itself upon him, fangs glistening in the moonlight. Crescendo's shriek was the last thing he heard as he left go of his grip on life with one last strangled breath.

Phantom shuddered. Almost reluctantly, she glanced across at Lost, her vivid blue gaze asking the question neither cats uttered. The large grey tom's eyes were wide, filled with a mix of fear and dread. The beautiful silver she-cat rubbed up against her mate, her gesture saying in reassuring tones, "I am here."
The tom regained his composure, mewing shakily, "Investigate." To Phantom, it seemed more of a question, than a suggestion and a statement. However, she followed her mate into the darkness of the autumn night.

The sight they saw was quite unnerving. No, immensely horrifying, so much so that Phantom almost collapse right there and then. And that was not something Phantom did. Two bodies lay side by side, or, what used to be bodies. Their insides were gutted; their tongues lay on the ground beside them, keeping two pairs of eye balls company. However, what caught Phantom's attention were the hearts. The two organs lay side by side, and oddly, it seemed as if they were still beating.

He eerie jingle of wind chimes greeted Phantom's ears, sending a chill down her spine just by the sound of it. "Lovers, together, even in death," the voice whispered, soothing her as world began to shift about her. She felt… dizzy. "They are free," the chimes murmured, a soft breeze rustling Phantom's fur. No, they are dead! Death does not signify freedom! Phantom thought heatedly. The world became stable once more. Her mate glanced at her with sad eyes. He had identified the bodies. "Fox and Crescendo." A strangled mew caught in Phantom's throat. She collapsed. Crescendo. Her dear friend and her first leaner.

As Lost helped her back to the Victorian, the she-cat had a nagging feeling that she was being watched. She looked back. Ice blue met dark blue. The look in those eyes almost froze her limbs in fear. The darkness was complete around the being shifted only a bit, sending strings… seeming to reach out for her. Phantom let forth a blood-curdling hiss. The ice blue eyes of the intruder had disappeared, as if there had never been a soul there, as if was only an illusion. Phantom, however, was assured of it reality, for terror's ice still had her heart frozen over, and as they entered the Victorian, the chimes hissed softly into her ear. "This is only just beginning."

{dreαd ѕтαred мe ιɴ тнe ғαce, αɴd тerror. ι wαѕѕcαred тo deαтн— ι ѕнooĸғroм нeαd тo ғooт.}

"Attack him," the cream tabby ordered, his green eyes narrowed. Tilt shifted, raising her head to meet her trainer's gaze.
"I am not sure-" she was cut off. "Do as I say." Sending an apologetic look Fate's way, Tilt lunged as Copper had commanded, twisting her body as she dove for the spotted tom's belly. However, the handsome tom easily sidestepped her attack. Tilt was quick to get back on her paws.
"Come on Tilt, you can do it!" Flare mewed, his golden fur shining in the morning autumn sun that flowed freely in through the window. The trainees were in the Southeastern room, and currently, about three other sparring matches were going on about Fate and Tilt, but all eyes seemed to be on the two.

"No, Flare, its Fate we must root for," Soliel mewed, purring nervously as she cocked her head at her brother while throwing a side glance Fate's way. The spotted tom seemed to be paying her no attention. Beside Soliel sat Blaze. The ticked sepia she-cat was a stand-in for Phantom, Soliel's trainer, who seemed to be very ill at the moment. Tilt had asked Melt about it, as she couldn't see the past. The only answer she received had been, "It is a mental illness."
"Yeah, Tilt. Go all out!" Jackal cheered, Tilt purred, her green gaze meeting his blue. Instantly, Tilt felt encouraged.

However, before the black she-cat could strike, a yowl went up from across the room. It had been Inferno, a much older and larger tom, against Talon, a younger tom, who was also Strife's brother. Despite his age, Talon was a larger young tom than Inferno, and had defeated Inferno with what appeared, very little effort.
Whispers surrounded Tilt. "Inferno is out of shape." "Yeah, ever since Fox, his trainer died, he's been down." "Talon beat him easily." "What's going on?"

As Talon passed her, Tilt lifted her eyes. Surprisingly, she found herself meeting his bronze gaze. Tilt felt a bit woozy, inhaling as the large tom past her, leaving her staring over her shoulder as he dropped himself unceremoniously next to Ice. All of a sudden, Tit found herself on the carpet, two paws on her shoulders, and blue eyes boring into hers. A self-satisfied smirk made itself at home on Fate's maw, earning him an annoyed sigh from the conquered.
"Ogling any toms other than myself?" he inquired, dipping his face close to hers. He had officially entered Tilt's personal space.

"Let me up," Tilt huffed, her gaze remaining looked with his. She knew what he wanted. Fate wanted her to become fazed, fidgety, and maybe even furious. But Tilt was acquainted with the fact that Fate was just a flirt, and she was determined to make sure he never got what he wanted. Thinking fast, Tilt slid up, using her hind paws to bestow upon his soft belly a forceful kick that sent the tom flying for a short second. By the time Fate was standing up, Tilt was rushing him, dodging rapid, sheathed swipes at her head, and leaping onto his back.

Fate fell onto his back, his weigh almost crushing Tilt as she experienced his full weight.
"Agh! Your flattening me," she managed, her lungs aching for breath.
"Are you saying I am fat?" a mocking voice came from above.
"Think what you'd like, Fallan, but I am not one for you games," she hissed, venom dripping from her tone. Fate immediately let her up. However, Tilt, determined to win, was on him the moment she was freed. The spar was cut off abruptly, just when Tilt was about to defeat Fallan. Inferno's mother padded into the training room, a seriously look glittering in her eyes.

All the members of the Circle were gathered in the Sunrise from before the clock struck twelve. The gracile she-cat stood above those of the High Council, scanning the crowd beneath her with limpid, violet-blue eyes. Her children whispered below her, expressing their confusion and interest in hushed tones. For the first time, Edge heard the Seer speak.

"My sons, my daughters," Melt mewed affectionately, the room becoming a complete silent. "Though we are missing two of our Defenders, we stand strong today. Cane and his mangy excuse of cats will not dismay us." Murmurs of agreement were murmured throughout the room. Beside Edge, Tilt placed her tail on Inferno's shoulders, in a comforting gesture. "It's alright," Edge heard her whisper. The colors of their contrasting pelts caught the attention of the golden tom for a bit. Soon, though, his eyes slid back to all Melt, the Seer.

All affection had disappeared from the she-cat and her mien had taken on that of a mephitic air. Her eyes flashed with rage as she mewed, "But there is yet another matter we have yet to settle here today." The room was a stiff sort of silent this time.
"You father, Saber, has been unwell, as you all know." She paused here, her eyes raking those who listened. On his other side, Edge felt Ice shiver.
"I've never seen her like this," this white she-cat mewed. "Something must be wrong." Evidently, Ice, the tom thought sarcastically.

"He has received a challenge for leadership. However, since my mate was terribly wounded in the skirmish with Came and his goons, I will deal with this situation."
Whispers erupted among the gathered as the soigné she-cat leapt gracefully down from her pedestal and passed though the midst of her parting children. As she past Edge, the tom cringed, feeling hostility flow off of her like a river. Melt came to a halt before a large, solidly muscled orange tom.

"Scar," Melt breathed, rolling the r off her tongue and ending with a spine chilling hiss. The intimidating tom bowed his head to the she-cat he called "Mother" for majority of his life. He had bided his time, watching, waiting, scheming in the shadows. Now, when the mighty Saber was down, and his fragile mate was ruling alone, he would strife.

"Let us take this out-" he stopped her.
"No, here will do just fine."
"As you wish, but you have sealed your death." With those hard words, out of her mouth, she called for Tilt.
"Show him what we have taught you." Tilt nodded as Melt backed away. Edge narrowed his eyes as Fate padded up beside him. The look in the tom's eyes were unreadable

Out of nowhere, Scar rammed her to the ground. Tilt gasped, trying to catch her breath. She didn't have time for that, for he was coming at her again.
"Gah!" Tilt fell to the ground once again. She mustered up all her strength, temper, and training to attack him. She swerved under his legs, tripping him, and dodged his paw as he tried to box her head. Performing the cobra strike, she recoiled, and then lunging forward, she fastened her jaws Scar's neck. She bit down with her jaws and pulled back. Scar growled as he flipped her and held her in the eagle fast. Tilt wriggled, trying to get free.
"Melt sends a mere Learner to attack me?" Scar yowled. Tilt, desperate, spat into his blue eyes. His weight left her.

She lunged forward, ramming into the arrogant tom with such power, Tilt was surprised with herself. Tilt howled with pain and smacked him with a mighty paw that sent him flying. The black she-cat shook, looking around at the family around her. Her eyes meet Talon's, of all cats. The golden tom simply nodded. Claws dug into her rump, sending pain through Tilt's body. She reared up to her full height, balancing on her hind legs and spun around. Scar rushed at her exposed abdomen and raked his claws into it. By this time, blood was leaking thru the wounds, but Tilt barred her teeth and tore into Scar's leg, ripping his tendon out.

Scar attacked Tilt with renewed power and performed the salmon flip, flipping her and throwing her to the ground. He isn't weakening? Tilt thought, her heart pounding with desperation. Scar held her in the eagle fast, Tilt wincing at his killer grip. She went limp, and then kicked Scar's exposed stomach, pushing him off her. Scar fell to the ground with a thud. Tilt turned her back on him to catch her breath once more. However, Scar jumped out before her, unsheathed paws outstretched, teeth barred and eyes narrowed. He headed straight for Tilt, who turned tail and ran. The cats about her made way, scattering as they watched the battle. Scar pursued her, and when she was sure he was directly behind her, gave him a powerful kick to the face with her hind legs.

His blue eyes were hard and full of hatred and disgust, scorn and anger. Tilt raise her left paw and struck his jaw hard, a creak sounding on impact. Scar staggered back at the impact. His blood dripped off of Tilt's claws and onto the soft, carpeted floor.
"Never come back," Tilt hissed, her green eyes boring into his blue. Scar snarled, limping off towards the exit. The scarred black she-cat glanced to her left. Shard and Flare stood, watching he with large eyes. "Make sure he's gone," Tilt ordered. The two toms nodded vigorously, running out of the Sunrise from almost as swiftly as Scar had.

Then, she collapsed.

{α ѕpιrιт ɢlιded rιɢнт ιɴғroɴт oғ мe— тнe нαιr oɴ мy нeαd ѕтood oɴ eɴd.}

She opened her eyes. Where was she? Tilt shuddered; she had a feeling that something was not right. As she lifted herself to her paws, a strange scent drowned her nostrils. Tilt's curiosity was aroused. Following the mysterious scent, she came to a clearing that was layered with fog. Lifting her chin, she inhaled, the smell of blood greeting her nostrils. As the fog faded, Tilt saw eyes, seemingly cut out of ice, peering at her. A black, muscular form stepped out of the shadows, mist surrounding his paws and pelt.
"Who are you?" she demanded, noticing how the shadows seemed to make up his continence.

"Are you of a Void?" Tilt inquired when he hadn't responded. His hard blue eyes where full of hatred and disgust. But beneath those afore mentioned, Tilt saw something of wistful longing. The fog rose up again and when she peered into the mist, in the place of the cat was a hawk. It was a usually large black hawk and had hard, cold blue eyes. This must be the cat. What sort of madness is this? Tilt thought with a shiver. The hawk let out a cry and rose up into the air, its large wings pushing it up. It disappeared into the trees with a terrifying screech.

When Tilt thought it had gone, she stepped into the small clearing. But no sooner had she done so, she felt talons digging into her sides and hauling her up into the sky. Tilt yowled in pain. "Let me go!" The young she-cat looked up and was not a bit surprised to see it was the hawk. Desperately, she wiggled hoping the hawk would loosen his grip enough so that she could escape. But alas, the talons only tightened and went deeper into her flesh. Tilt howled with pain once more and began to feel unsettled as she looked down. The mountains grew closer and closer until the jagged gray peaks passed under her black paws. Looking down, she saw a small band of cats traveling through the mountains. They were traveling the opposite way Tilt had come. She wiggled more, trying to get out of the hawk's firm grasp. The large bird lighted down near a cave with a stream running nearby.

Tilt collapsed onto the cave floor. She was losing a lot of blood, and the world had begun to shift about her. Green eyes threatened to close… she saw a cat carrying a carcass inside. The severed body was emitting the sound of voices, voices of a wind chime. Her heart lurched as she saw the blurred face of the cat. He seemed familiar, as if she should know him, but he couldn't remember who it was. The hawk knew, because when the cat looked her way, he hawk clutched her once more, carrying her back to the clearing. The small plot of ground was no longer full of fog and the sun had begun to shine. Lighting down, the hawk laid Tilt gentle on the soft grass, preening her wounds which he had inflected. Tilt, meanwhile, was struggling to keep her eyes open.

Her eyes were lidded as watched as the majestic bird lifted his wings and ascended into the sky. Tilt tossed and turned. She was walking once again the valley where the cat had been murdered. Sensing another presence, she looked around, tasting the air in something of dread. It was a familiar scent, but she couldn't place whose it belonged to. Looking down into a puddle, Tilt saw with much alarm that she was Fox! A gently breeze washed over her and the grass around her swayed back and forth. Tilt looked up and staring at her through the grass, was a pair of blue eyes. Black streaked passed before her, and the next thing Tilt knew, teeth were buried deep in her neck.

"What did I do to deserve this?" the she-cat gasped.
"You betrayed me," the wolf rasped into my ear. "I must have your blood, your soul for this act!"
"Yes, you are only the first. Others will follow."
"No! Leave her alone!" Fox whispered.
"Good bye my friend!" the cat sneered. A searing pain shot up Tilt spine and the she-cat closed her eyes. The black hawk swooped down; through its eyes, Tilt saw that the cat had severed Fox's body in two! And beside him lay Crescendo, just as Lost had told the Circle. Tilt jumped up, struggling for air. Fear paralyzed her very bones. She couldn't breathe.

"Tilt, are you alright?" Jackal asked, sitting up in the nest beside her.
"Yes, no, I had a dream," the she-cat panted, frantically looking around. Jackal nuzzled Tilt affectionate, his scent wreathing about her like a protective cocoon.
"Crescendo?" he asked knowingly.
"Yes, I dreamt… that I was…" my voice trailed off. Jackal tenderly licked my forehead.
"It's okay. No cat or human will ever hurt you," he promised, "because I will be by your side." Tilt nodded, trying to assure herself of that promise as her tense muscles relaxed. Jackal lay back down beside her. Tilt sighed as she too lay down, resting her head on his back. And after a few heartbeats, she fell asleep once again. However, it was not to be peaceful.

Green eyes fluttered open once more, and before Tilt stood Fox. I am really wearing of this, Tilt thought, her heart wrenching as she saw him. His green eyes met hers; loneliness and longing filled them. He did not speak to her but beckoned to her with his bushy tail. Tilt stepped forward gingerly, mist and fog rising up around her jet colored paws. She lifted her head, looked around for Fox. Again, Tilt saw Fox's green eyes peering at her, calling her to come to him. But in the shadows of nearby trees, was a pair of blue eyes, watched the she-cat's every move. The shadows of the tree hid the cat, so that she was unable to see who it was. Tilt shivered. She did not like the look in its eyes. Fox, seemed confused, followed the direction of her gaze.

He immediately barred his teeth and protectively stood in front of Tilt. But there was another cat watching me, and it had the same look in its eyes as the blue-eyed stranger. Another cat entered the foggy clearing and stood beside Tilt. He dipped his head to Fox and his eyes became misty. The older cat dipped his head. Tilt's eyes widened and her countenance fell.

"I have found her, and I will not be the one to let her go!" the blue-eyed cat yowled, attacking they two cats who stood as a barrier between the strange being and Tilt.
"Run Tilt, run!" Fox called.
"I won't lose you again," she sobbed.
"You must run little sister, now!" Fox yowled. Tilt nodded hesitantly and began to run away. As the frightened cat ran, she could hear voices in her ears, "She is mine. I must have her." and "I must not let her get away." Tilt ran faster and faster and faster…..

{ι coυldɴ'т тell wнαт ιт wαѕ тнαт αppeαred тнere— вlυr . . . αɴd тнeɴ ι нeαrd α мυғғled voιce}

He looked at the sleeping cats. He was perfectly aware that he easily could kill all of them if he wanted too. The black she-cat twitched her ears and her nose began to quiver. She was dreaming. A lone yowl sounded in the distance. It was time for his next target.
"I am sorry I have to do this to you, beloved," he sneered into her ear. Tilt's tail twitched and lay still again. He looked up at the full moon, ready. He knew had to do this quickly. The intruder smiled to himself, the winds and chimes rushing through his fur.. The world was indeed changing. The tom snarled, his eyes resting upon an unseen form, not afar-off. In a blink, of those wild blue eyes, he had vanished into the darkness.

She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, the tom snapped her spine. The she-cat's eyes became wide with pain. "Why?" she rasped.
"I warned you," he snapped. He would show her what he had been trying to tell her.
"Let this be a lesson to you, Phantom. You ignored my callings, my warnings. But I shall inhabit your being, and nothing will stop me."
Her body heaved as she struggled for breath, but none came. She lifted her paw and delivered a mighty blow to her murders jaw. The blow when through his face as the wind blows through the trees… and his fact was returned to normal.

A great wind swirl about her, as the tom sliced Phantom open with a single claw. A strong, what mist rose from her body, and Phantom was forced to watch as her soul was devoured.
"I am your soul now, dearest," the tom hissed, licking his chops. She howled, pain and horror filling her voice as he disappeared within her. The chimes stopped. The winds stopped. Her vision went black.

A/N;; Hey everyone. I want to thank those new followers and reviewers. I hope you'll stick with me, because it'll be rough stuff from here on out.