Softstar opened her eyes, red met her vision, she sighed. "Not this again," she mumbled. She stood up and looked around there were the blood red trees, the dark maroon river. Pale red grass blew against her fur. Dark violet sky stretched over the land. DarkForest lost souls reside here. But wait, her position was different she was so used to drowning the river, her white fur turning pink. 'What does Shriektooth want now?" Softstar mumbled under her breath. "Oh no I'm not Shriektooth....." Growled a voice. The voice then let out a ear-curdling shriek and the red tom that harassed Shriektooth appeared. "Bloodscar," Softstar snarled. Bloodscar merely laughed. "Insanestar would like to see you," he growl-laughed. "Who?" asked Softstar. "INSANEstar is a cat of small proportion, but you'll see him soon enough," Bloodscar said as he smirked. Softstar snarled at Bloodscar and she clawed him but her claw made no mark. Bloodscar growled," You pathetic mousebrained fool, you can't hit us." But then Softstar heard him mumble under his breath,"yet." Softstar pricked her ears. 'What does he mean by "yet"?' She thought. A small orange tom appeared while this conversation was happening and sat and waited for it to finish. "So," he said,"what did I miss?" Bloodscar turned and smiled. "Insanestar," he said," this is the elusive Softstar they've been talking about, we were just having a little spark here."
"Spark? SPARK? I hate you, you piece of Foxdung," Softstar snarled. "Oh that's a shame," said Bloodscar sarcastically. "What do you want from me?" Softstar asked. "Oh we'll tell," said the apprentice-sized Insanestar. "Well what?"
"We want you to lose the wa-"
"Never you piece of Foxdung!" She clawed Insanestar and her claws made contact, the small leader yelped in pain. Softstar started running and didn't look back...