The oriental woke from his slumber, and his head ached badly. He had no recollection of where he was at all, and this frightened him, but he had a somewhat feel that he hadn't felt fright in a very long time. Slowly he rose to his feet, and he rose a paw to his head and drew it back, blood now on it. My head... he looked down and saw a bloody rock.
I hit my head?
This made more sense now, and he tried to remember stuff, and he couldn't remember anything. He began to feel fear again, and he couldn't hep but to feel a lingering darkness that seemed to loom over his shoulder, like an old enemy waiting to strike. Or was that it? As he was about to turn around, he saw three pairs of eyes in the far forest infront of him. "H-Hello?" he called, and his own voice startled him, as if he didn't know it was his. The eyes did not move, and he head a soft padding echo behind him, and quickly he turned to see a grey tom staring at him.
"Onyx?" the tom asked, and the oriental tilted his head.
"Who?"
The grey tom gasped and looked past him, and again he turned, but this time three more, similar-looking cats stepped up. A sudden rush of memory hit him, but only to the time when he was in that old tree-trunk den, and this made him collapse. A black and white molly then ran up to him. "Onyx, are you okay?" he asked.
"Y-Yeah... where am I... and why is there a huge chunk of time just... missing?" he asked.
"You don't remember the dusk syndicate?" the grey tom asked.
The only think Onyx could think of, the only thing he knew to even ask, for everything was new.