Luminescent eyes glowed from within the dark confines of their deathly cradle, the Gates of the Underworld. A booming laugh broke through the heavy silence of the countryside, as Cerberus, the guardian of the underworld, was flung out, bleeding from several deep wounds. A huge arm dragged itself out of the endless darkness, and a blood-curdling howl arose,
Half way across the world, two beings awoke with panting: one cat, and one human.
Heatherpaw padded out of her rocky den to the sunlight of the Windclan camp. Bathing in the warm sunlight, she slowly groomed her fur until it was sleek and shiny. Arching her back against the warm sunlight,