A black serval lay in his den, curled up with his shortened tail around him as far as it could go. He snored softly, eyes shut tight even though the part of his den that his nest was in was almost as dark as when his eyes were shut. He was nearly invisible, save his white paw, which reflected the dim light from outside his den and showed that he was there. His blue eyes were closed, but they were moving behind his eyelids in a dream.
He dreamt that he was in a huge field, and it was filled with the luxiourious scents of prey and life. His eyes closed as he lay in the soft grass, claws sheathing and unsheathing, tearing at the grass in contentment. Suddenly, he could feel a change. A coldness shocked him to his paws, and he breathed in. That coldness....
...it felt good. His ears perked as the delicious scent of blood hit the top of his mouth's scent glands, and his teeth shone in enjoyment of the taste. Darkness fell over the land and he peered up, towards where the stars lay, scattered in the sky.
Reach for the stars, Elixor~ The voice came, sounding like from everywhere, but also sounding like it was coming from inside his own head. He stood on his hind paws, balancing best he could for a few seconds, then crouched and leaped upwards, paws aiming to blot out the stars.
He suddenly felt like he was in the same level as the stars, and he looked around, the heavenly lights were all around him. They were the faces of cats. Some were frowning, some were hissing, but some were smiling, almost darkly.
They entranced him and he watched, eyes glittering, until he felt the strange motion of being in water. He blinked, and the stars were further away, on one side of him, but on other sides there were other things. Held back, almost like a prison, was a dark forest, with creepy sounds emanating, and not too far from that was a connected land, which held darkness over it. He, for some reason, thought the words, 'Nightclan,' and 'Dark Forest'.
A spy from Snowclan had told Elixor of a prophecy, though there was little he knew of it. He'd told him of a new religion. Not Nightclan or Dark Forest or Starclan.
The black and white serval turned and spotted the Moon, with the shapes of cats watching him on them. He noticed that in the Dark Forest and Nightclan there were also cats watching.
He seemed to be floating, paws whirling slowly as he turned again, though he could breath fine. There was an area of plains, and the thought of Everplains came to his mind, and then he turned and saw Mount Olympis in the distance. None of them felt...right. He turned and spotted a land with so few cat-shapes on it he could hardly believe. He felt a tugging towards it. The land seemed to be swirling with darkness and light, different blues and hues, though he could see it was solid.
He blinked, and when he opened his eyes, he was in that strange new land. He felt the eyes on him and from around him he could see faces that almost looked familiar- there! That was Sunkit! And there were other cats who had died in his Tribe! Luckysun! That slave cat! The kits of Frostbite who had been murdered by her! And then cats who he had never seen.
He could sense a barrier forcing the darker spirited cats who resided here to stay in here, out of Starclan and the higher-leveled lands. Stormnight and Calmnight were there, near the edges. They were Dark Forest cats, but could spend time in this halfway point land? A new religion! They whispered into the wind, their voices becoming one.
"The connection has been made."
With a jolt, the Tribe leader awoke from his dream, eyes wide and ears perked to their full height. He stared into space for a moment. "Whoa." He whispered, then the voice in the back of his head began to whisper again. It was telling him to go to Neruka, with Anhi.
To become a true leader.