Sunset’s entire body ached. His claw still hurt from the pull and the skin had begun to swell around the break. There was dried blood around his entire paw and on his nest. Though faded and brown, he was sure he could still see the new color only on blood, Silver’s leg and the moon. What had happened that night? Did she truly hear the omen? If she did.. Sunset did not like the thoughts flying astray from his mind. He needed to focus on his snapped claw, however less it meant to him. There was one little secret that he did not even dare let fleet through his mind when another being was around. Not even the tiniest presence in the world deserved to know, even if it meant nothing, even if the tiny thought disappeared from its head as thoughts come and go. They were always watching. Watching, even through the pretence of safety in their underground caverns that had sheltered them for so long, tehe dank walls still closer to his heart than the freedom of the forest. He had been raised here, with his litter that eventually split up to new lands. There would come a time, when they had to unite against it, to stay even as the world turned its back. The prophet had told him about this, he knew from before, before he woke up. Even though he was different than the rest of his faction his genes still ran down because of the main Rising Day blood inherited from his mother. The other bond came from multiple others; Drifting Cloud, Flowing Rapids, Falling night, Arctic Storm, Opal Moon and the least but most powerful, Distant Stars. There were others, many of course but these were the ones that his father had told him about, he was sure of it. From this Maple’s group, Crimson Frond had not known about any other Factions. Her pelt told all the stories.
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The other cats, whom were called Sycamore and Poplar had the same pelts. As he stretched and shook his head to get rid of a tick on his left ear, another cat was sitting neatly, with his tail curled up in his Scarlet paws, with orange stripes running across his entire back. His body was turned towards the screens. The cameras had cracked and shattered with the other two were nowhere in sight. The cat, a tom, by the looks of his whiskers turned towards him lazily. His yellow eyes gazed fondly at Sunset, even though he did not remember the tom ever meeting him. Was it before the wipe? His blood had preserved some of his memories but the amnesia wipe worked most of its mineria into his system. A useful medicine now and then, but deadly if paired up with any other type of drileon. ‘Who are you?’ He asked suspiciously, his eyes travelling hesitantly over the newcomer. ‘Do I know you? Why.. why do you feel so familiar?’ The tom dipped his head warmly. ‘You don’t remember, do you-i was the one who told you about them. The others. It’s been so long, Sunset.. so long since I’ve seen your red-fade-to-amber eyes—‘he was interupted as the scuffling of paws caught Sunset’s attention. ‘Are they back?’ He yowled and raced off towards the entrance they used to come and go. The pawsteps grew louder as Maple lunged ahead of him, her bound as swift and as sure as an eagle. The cat shaped blur streaked towards the noise, and seconds later the two carried a limp figure along with Maple tagging along behind, supporting the head of Silver?! What was she doing here?
