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Red Hearts

(1517 CE, the Aztec Civilization, Ancient Mesoamerica Two icy-blue eyes glimmered in the moonlight, softly glowing in the velvety darkness of night. A lone shape creeping along the forest floor paused for a second to shake her thickly furred head, scattering droplets of water in the foliage. Then she moved on, a slim figure sliding across the forest floor. Her steps were light with caution as she picked her way across the jungle, the humming of insects resonating her ears. A sharp and sudden sound behind her caused her pelt to bush out in fear. Whipping around, she had just a second to see the looming shape of a Twoleg standing there, his tall and powerful form blocking out the moon’s rays.

Hollyfrost’s eyes widened, her pupils thinning to a slit, then she spun around and raced off through the trees, her black-and-gold pelt vanishing in a second. Behind her, she heard a harsh shout as the Twoleg called several more to his aid, and she pushed herself to go even faster, her paws relentlessly pounding the earth.

But even though she felt like she had wings on her paws, her muscles began to ache after being worked so hard, and she felt herself getting dizzy with fatigue. Though she certainly didn’t want to, regardless, she felt her gait slowing, each paw fall becoming heavier. Giving one last desperate burst of speed, she was abruptly cut off as a Twoleg appeared from seemingly nowhere in front of her, his large paws grasping. Hollyfrost swerved sharply, but her clumsy and tired paws caught on a branch, and she sprawled across the ground, her chin colliding painfully with the dark earth.

Not a moment had passed before she felt Twoleg hands clenching at her sides, roughly scooping her up. Hollyfrost twisted and thrashed, raking her claws against anything she could, but it was all in vain, and within seconds she was shoved into a small, dark space and blackness swallowed her up.

She awoke, back in the inky darkness. She peered around her surroundings, her pale blue eyes casting light into the place she was in, though she couldn’t hear anything but the thumping of Twoleg’s feet. She scrabbled around the tightly-woven trap, trying to find a way out, and almost didn’t notice when the Twolegs began to murmur to each other.

“Chief,” the first said, his voice rough as a claw-scratch. “We have what you wanted. A cat, whom we captured in the forest.”

“Good,” the chief replied. His voice was weathered with age of an elder, yet carried the unmistakable wisdom of a leader.

The Twoleg who had captured her paused, hesitant. “…Chief,” he finally said. Hollyfrost pricked up her ears as he continued, swiveling them towards the Twolegs to hear more clearly. “Why have you chosen to take a feline? Would not our own brave men have been sufficient?”

The chief sighed, suddenly sounding wearier past his years. “I do not expect you to bear my troubles, young one. Men with skin of snow come from far across the waters, carrying strange sights and strange weapons. They take our gold, but end our people’s lives along with it. Because of them, our customs cannot be upheld. I cannot risk more lives when the strange men take so many. But… felines we have to spare. They roam through our jungles, dappled pelts of brown and gold. Besides, young one…” Suddenly a flap lifted and a heavily lined Twoleg face was peered at Hollyfrost. She hissed and backed into the corner of the trap, her black and golden pelt bristling. “This one is special. It has the fur of the night and the sun. It has been chosen by Huitzilopochtli. It shall be so.” There was a pause, then Hollyfrost was suddenly jolted up again, the trap she was in being carried away. She knew she was moving upwards as a feeling of elevation hung in her stomach, but she also felt raw with fear, her fur instinctively spiking outwards. Finally they stopped, and Hollyfrost tensed her muscles, preparing to dart out once the trap was opened. But before she make her escape, the same man grabbed her by her ribs, knocking the breath from her body. She hung limply as he pulled her out, the light of the stars illuminating her pelt and turning it a fiery silver.

“This is the one,” he murmured in a hollow voice, and just then Hollyfrost saw the hundreds of other Twolegs gathered around the dizzyingly high pyramid she was on top of. “This is the one.” The Twoleg carried her to an altar and laid her down on it, firmly pressing her middle into the stone. Quivering with terror, Hollyfrost watched as another Twoleg slowly walked up the steps towards her, a sharp, silver claw glinting in his hands. Hollyfrost wanted to yowl her petrifying fear to the skies, but she felt frozen, bound to the stone as if by root. Struggling in the Twoleg’s grip, she watched as the other lifted the claw above her chest and brought it down.

Just a second before it struck, fire flashed in her eyes, and she saw the outline of a golden Twoleg man there, ordained in headdresses and feathers and carrying an adder in his hands. Is this who I die for? The Twoleg spirit called Huitzilopochtli? Hollyfrost thought frantically. StarClan, no! Don’t let it end this way!!  She opened her jaws to hiss at the sun-Twoleg, but before the sound escaped her throat, his outline faded and she saw a tawny she-cat standing there, starlight glittering in her fur.

“Dawnwhisker…?” Hollyfrost asked, her voice nothing more than a ragged whisper. Dawnwhisker padded over to her, her sweet scent filling Hollyfrost’s nose.

“Soon this will be over, Hollyfrost,” Dawnwhisker mewed softly, her muzzle touching Hollyfrost’s ear. “Not just for Huitzilopochtli is your sacrifice, but for all the skies above. Soon you will be with me in StarClan, standing alongside Wolfpaw and I, guarding the lands below.” Hollyfrost paused, the time lengthening, then finally nodded, her whole body warming.

“Soon,” Dawnwhisker repeated, stepping back to stand beside a small black-and-grey tom, whose yellow eyes sparkled in welcoming. Hollyfrost relaxed her whole body, the appearance of her beloved sister and apprentice draining to fear from her mind. Soon, she thought. Soon. Soon. Soon—

She saw the glint as the claw plunged down, then red pain seared through her body, lighting her whole pelt in agonizing flame before swiftly fading to an empty black.

One more red heart, given up to the gods,

One more day, the morning sun will rise.

One more star in the evening sky.