
Number of Cats: 1 [1M, 0F]
servings - 2
Crim stood at alert, his nose raised to carefully scent the cave before him. It had a damp, earthy smell to it that drew him in much like everything else that'd lead him here. He could feel the cool, evening breeze ruffling his fur as if pushing him towards the cave, but he stood firm. He noticed the soft dirt as its entrance was littered with overlapping paw-prints, and when he focused, he could pick up the faded scents of countless cats. He leveled the cave with a calculating stare and ignored the now insistent gusts of wind.
Something brought cats to this place, though he couldn't tell why. It felt... it felt almost magical. Soft, pulsating waves of pure power seemed to waft from within, and the earthy scent intensified, as if the whole place was digging its claws within him and pulling. He relented, finally taking small, cautious steps into the cave. He wondered, flicking a fallen drop of water from his ear, if the steps he now traced were from cats drawn to the place as inexplicably as he'd been, if they'd found something amazing within, or if they'd padded straight to their doom.
His mind stuttered to a stop as he rounded the corner and saw it, the large stone set aglow by the moonlight streaming from the ceiling. The pull he'd felt his entire journey here, the whole reason he made the journey, felt its strongest there in that moment. He couldn't stop the rise and fall of his paws, drawing him closer and closer to the stone until he could feel his breath bounce off it. This is it. He felt it as strongly as if he'd been told his whole life that everything would lead him here, to this very moment. His entire world felt like it teetered on the edge of a cliff, and he was one slip from finding out whether he'd crash... or soar.
He took a deep breath, screwed his eyes shut, and took the leap, pushing his nose against the cool stone.
"We welcome you, Crimsonsky, to our home and forest"
"It's Crim," he corrected automatically, too thrown by the feeling of standing on solid ground, yet not. The words finally caught up to him, and he whipped his head up, meeting the eyes of cats with stars in their fur. "That's," he croaked, the cleared his throat and tried to will away the fear,"That's not even my name. Why the 'sky'?"
"You have been chosen to fulfill a very important prophecy," one of the cats continued, as if he'd never spoken. "We need new clans in this woods. We need leaders for these clans. We need you to lead one."
Crim shook his head and took a few hurried steps back, though they seemed to take him nowhere. "Clans? I...
you do know who I am? Or more accurately, who I'm not. I'm not this 'Crimsonsky' you think I am. I don't know the first thing about your 'clans' much less how to lead them."
"We know exactly who you are." The words sent a chill down his spine. "Rules, traditions,
ceremony... all can be learned, but the capacity to lead cannot. A true leader is born such. It's written across their soul, whether they know it or not. You have a destiny, Crim. We are only here to help you fufill it."
Crim swallowed shakily. The way they stared at him, he felt these cats really could see straight through him to his very soul. "What do I do?"
The gathered cats seemed pleased, and they pressed closer. "We will give you 9 lives," said one.
"And lead you to your new home," followed another.
"From there, it is up to you to build your clan. Protect them. Lead them to prosper." meowed a third.
"However," a fourth voice spoke up, and as he stepped forward, Crim's breath caught in his throat. "We may grant you a clanmate to start." The burly red tom's deep, rolling voice was kind, and his eyes shone with more than just stars. Crim found himself desperate to know him, and desperate to know why. Instead he just swallowed,
and turned his gaze to the other, gathered cats. "Someone to guide me. Please. If this clan-life can be learned,
then I ask only for someone to teach it to me. Then, I'll... I'll do as you wish. I will lead."
When he wakes, feeling like a newborn kit as he shakily pushes himself up, he feels... different. Reborn. The tom who'd wandered the streets without aim or drive to do anything more than survive was dead. The cat he was now had a mission, and it was with determination set deep in his bones that Crimsonstar stepped out of the cave.
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SilentClan is founded.
Crimsonstar receives his 9 lives and asks for a deputy.
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- Leader:
Crimsonstar| 26 Moons | Tom| ◙
↬Fiery red & black dusted tom w/ pale-green eyes
Lives: ★★★★★★★★★
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