Thanks to everyone who read the last chapter, I'm surprised to find that you guys didn't actually mind it! So we've read chapter number five, (including the prologue) and I'd just like to thank everyone again for all the support. So, thanks! Also, sorry that this story took a while to upload, I recently moved into a rental house, which we'll only be staying in for a couple of months before we move again. So yeah. That's my life!

Now, I need a bit of help. Could you guys perhaps help me come up with some names? I need pretty names, not just for females but for males as well. Things like Shimmer, or Verity, things like that. Thank you!

Also, fun-fact, about half of this chapter was part of my second draft for the last chapter. However, I thought it tied in very well with this chapter, so I tweaked it, and here it is! Wha-la!

Have a great day everyone!

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The sickeningly sweet aroma of herbs floated around in the air, making Clarity feel almost dizzy. She barely knew where they were, knowing only that there was a soft breeze, and she was sat in the cool shade.

But it didn't matter. Not really. Because Felix was talking, his voice rich and honeyed, sweet as the scent of herbs that drifted up her nose. That crushing, mind-melding anger she had felt earlier was far gone now. A distant memory, a mere figment of the past.

Unremarkable, not interesting. Not worth her precious time, her treasured memory. Clarity's brain fizzed and she realised with a jolt that she should be listening. So she pricked her splotched ears up, and just in time too, as Felix swivelled towards her, his eyes intent.

"Clarity. My sweet little cat. You must understand how disappointed I am. Frightening one of the healers with such vigour? That isn't wise, my star. And that little she-cat too? Noelle? The poor thing was frightened to death. All because of you, my sweet. Because of you. Did my graciousness on letting you join the Sound slip right over your head? You have let me down."

Clarity flattened her ears, pressing herself into the ground, tail drooping with dejectedness. She felt so guilty, so ashamed. Her mind swirled, confused, scared, unhappy. How could she have spoken so harshly, talked such things about the Seven? "I-I'm sorry, Felix."

The tom's eyes hardened, but his facial expression stayed the same, kind, welcoming, warm. "So you should be."

Clarity felt a burning begin to tickle at her paws. She shuffled them, but it did not dull the flame. Suddenly, something overtook her, and she sprung high into the air, leaping over Felix and sprinting, as fast as she could run.

She wasn't sure why. It wasn't clear to her. Clarity. The name didn't fit. Nothing was clear, nothing at all. Everything was muddled, blurry. A path with three directions, all of which lead to death, and poorly made decisions. A tree with many branches, all of which would snap and send her plummeting to her doom.

And then she snapped back to reality, to see Felix's green eyes, fixed with something she couldn't possibly name. Controlling. That's what it was. That force that compelled her to do what he wanted. What the Seven wanted. The force in her paws was beginning to soothe, but Clarity could not forget it, not forget what she wanted to do, what she could do. Run away.

A smile curved the tortoiseshell's muzzle, and he extended a paw and pushed the herbs forward. "Eat."

Clarity shook her head slowly, edging backwards. "N-No, I.."

"Eat, Clarity." His eyes narrowed, his tail lashed. But the sweet tone in his voice never wavered, never broke. So, unwillingly, she bent down to lap at the herbs. Once finished, she felt drowsy, and calm, calmer than ever before. She curled up to sleep, only faintly aware of Felix's green eyes piercing through her very heart. Only faintly did she hear the words he spoke.

"We would not have bothered with you, if the circumstances were different." Somewhere in Clarity's befuddled mind it registered, and she turned her head ever so slowly to look at the scar on her leg, before falling asleep.

When she woke, it felt as if she was in a dream. She recognised where she was, who she was, but for some reason couldn't remember any of the cats that belonged to the Sound. Other than Felix. Master Felix, she corrected herself.

She glanced around at her spacious, yet cozy den, smiling as she took in her surroundings. The ceiling was high, with a small sky light at the top of it. A small pool of water was gathered in a hole at the far end of the den. She'd always marvelled at how they'd managed to get a pool of water in each den.

Apparently there was a small tunnel from the roof into the shallow pit, and whenever it rained, the water collected in a small pool, thus giving her the drinking water she needed. Clarity was able to bath in it too, but she preferred not to, as the water was sometimes muddy, having been stirred up with all the mud and dirt on the way down. As she thought this, she padded away from the single -but large- mossy nest downed with plumy feathers that she slept in and to the water, lapping it up thirstily. She was parched.

Once the calico she-cat had finished up with that, she padded to the entrance of her den, nudging back the vines that covered the entrance with her nose. A plump mouse lay outside her door, and she smiled in satisfaction. Just what she felt like this morning. Normally she'd wait a little while before tucking into her meal, but for some reason she felt ravenous. Pulling the prey back inside, she took a spot underneath the skylight, basking in the warm sunny glow as she tore into the juicy prey quickly. The mouse was cold now, no longer holding that delicious warmth of being freshly caught, obviously having been caught earlier on in the morning, or maybe even at night time, but she couldn't care less, savoring the tender meat as she ate.

That's a thought, she pondered as she chewed. Where does this prey come from? Someone has to catch it. She made a mental note to ask someone; when she remembered someone, that was.

She finished off the fresh-kill quickly, and discarded the remains outside, knowing that they would be cleaned up later. Suddenly thirsty once again, she crossed back over to the little pool in her den and bent down to drink some more. Light shone down onto the water, and she caught the reflection of herself. Immediately she recoiled backwards. She looked shriveled and thin with hunger, her normally perfect slender body shape disfigured with hunger. There were a few scrapes on her right paw, which she couldn't remember acquiring, and her normally glossy calico fur -which she prized greatly- was ragged and matted with dirt, sticking up all over the place. Her whiskers drooped and looked dismal. The only thing that was in fact, still normal, was her startling blue eyes.

Clarity let out a small shriek at her appearance, huddling up against the warm den wall. How had she gotten into such a state? Just yesterday, I-I was... she recalled. The calico she-cat thought hard, trying to think. She couldn't remember. She couldn't remember!

She let out a dismal wail at this, pressing herself closer to the wall. She couldn't care less about cats who were possibly questioning her, oh no.

A small voice in the back of her head was crying, wailing something. A small wisp pf a voice, too soft to distinguish what it was saying. But it was there all the same. Oh, but what bothered her was the lack of memory. Think, she panicked. What did you have to eat last night? How... How... How was the weather yesterday?

Her brain seemed to crackle and fizz, bouncing backwards and forwards. And then a single word popped out at her, quiet as the breath of the wind, but loud enough to be heard all the same. Remember.

And then she was thrown into inner turmoil, spinning around frantically, lashing her tail and hissing at imaginary cats. Images flickered in and out of her brain. The full moon. Running. Snagging pieces of grass. More running. A claw swiping along vines woven thickly with thorns. She stared at her paw. Could it be?

Her brain felt like exploding. She crouched low to the ground, her ears flattened. She whimpered and whined at each memory, every single second a different question, a new internal battle lit inside of her.

Run. A voice, soft as the whisper of the wind, melodic as a bird song, but harsh as the grinding of teeth at the same time. Away. Far. Far from here. Anywhere. Leave, go away. Run. Run away.

And then she fell, the inward struggle all too much for her confused brain. Darkness enveloped her, suffocated her. And then there was nothing. Nothing except that little whining voice, telling her to run.

Just run.