Haunted

It was always there.

Creeping around every corner, hiding within every shadow. Lostspark had never truly seen it - not really. But he knew what it was, and he knew it was there.

And, of course, he knew what it wanted.

Lostspark had always been one for secrets. Whether they were some other cat's or his own, there was something about knowing something that the rest of the world didn't (that they couldn't) that appealed to him. Although secrets that were his own were much more likely to stay secret - sharing other's secrets wasn't something he was entirely opposed to. They had told him, after all; were they really expecting it not to get out into the world when they'd released it from their own mind entirely of their own accord?

But news travels fast, even when you refuse to stay in the same place for very long. Cats find out about you, and your reputation - and before long, every cat knows of the secrets you intend to keep, and the secrets you recklessly shared.

And apparently, he'd shared the wrong secret.

He remembered the first day it was there - the first time he had ever felt its presence. That was the closest he had ever been to seeing how it looked, outside of shadows, beyond silhouettes at the corners of his visions. It was beyond his words.

And every day since, he knew it was there. Following, watching, never giving him a moment's peace. He knows what it wants from him. He knows what it is, as far as he can tell.

The thing he fears most is only how it intends to carry out its plans.