Hello guys, I have been busy so I didn't update as soon as I wanted to but I'm still coming up with new chapters. Also if you really want this story and Fireflies to continue unlike Twisted Lies please review so I know I have support. Writing for only myself is no fun you know.

She didn't remember well, how was life before, did she even have one? Thinking was hard now, she had not done it in a very long time, why would she before today? A warm nest, prey running in every bush and, most importantly, a honey smooth voice to guide her, to keep her going. Really it was useless, do what the Master says and he would not strike you, he would feed you and protect you. That mindless state had been her safe heaven for years, it was cosy to know you where a tiny part in the huge machinery of the Hord yet without every single cat in the group it would simply not exist.

The Master didn't deserve that she decided, the Master should have lived not her. It was so wrong and unthinkable that she would be standing while the Master was gone far away, why did she live? Surely she should have seen what killed the Master, fought it off or give her life trying. So why was she living, moving and thinking while the Master was down, cold and motionless?

She was shaking, her legs where buckling under her with exhaustion and the north wind cut though her pelt but that was not quite the reason. One single question plagued her mind; without the Master what was she to do, did she have a purpose in life now? And because she had not would she have to find a new master now, raise him in power and care for him like the Master did for her?

But she could not, the master had been all for her, his pelt a soft silver, his markings like running water and his eyes like tiny yet as powerful suns, he had been her whole world. But this very world she lived in had crumbled around them, the Evil she could not see ripping them apart, and no matter how much she rolled around in the crumbs she could not repair the shell. She was truly alone now, the Hord had shattered, cats who remembered life without the Master had fled and the very few that remained, huddled in a miserable heap, where useless to her.

Then a thought crossed her mind, the very first since she was sitting beside the Master's cold body. Surely the Master would not have wanted this, his wish would have been to see the Hord continue to live and to be one, a blissful whole where thinking was not needed and where battles where to be faced as one and won. No, the Master was not selfish, he would not have wanted them to sit around uselessly, they had to become one again or they would not survive. And who was she to deny the Master's wish?

But then she thought, to help the others live as one again there had to be one to think, to guide them through life and to feed them, protect them from any harm. And then she thought, her breath speeding up, as the Master's favourite one she had to step up, guide those lost cats through the path the Master wanted to follow, because of that she had to speak, to become the new Master.

Thank you Master she said, because it had to be the Master who sent her those thoughts, to help her and to keep the Hord alive, he always had been so brave, he always wanted the other cats to understand him, the ones who had lived their lives thinking. They did not know the blissful peace you lived in, your mind was empty and filled with fuzzy moss, keeping you from the dreadful wed of lies thinking induced. Yes, yes that is the Master's wish, thank you for the peace, thank you for bringing me up as a true Hord cat I will not fail you. Of course she would have to sacrifice herself, she would have to think for the Hord, fight off the unseen Evil and guide them trough life as the Master always had.

The Hord was small now, but it was pure because the cowards had run away, herded off by the Evil. So maybe the Evil was necessary, to purge the Hord, but it was still very bad because it had taken the master away. The Hord needs new life, and there is no better remedy than kits.

It scared her a bit, the icy clear state that had taken over her mind, as if she was meant to plan this all her life. But of course she was not, following the Master's wish was her only motivation, she was not an ignorant the Hord was good and she had to spread the goodness to the other cats.

"Up" she said to the remaining Hord cats, and she was surpised to hear how her voice was smooth and confident.

The Hord cats slowly came out of their state of shock, the voice was new but not unknown, the red cat had been like the Master's shadow so surely he was very fond of her. So they rose, hesitantly at first but as her icy gaze swept over them they where suddently in a rush to please her. The red cat had spoken so they had to obey, those who remembered the Master befpre the one who lay at the ed cat's feet knew she was taking over, leading the Hord to another life, like a phoenix rises from his own ashes.

It was good, the Hord cats where being very good so they had to be rewarded. I will speak to them but what can I say? The Master would surely provide, he had to because without him she was nothing.

"Cats of the Hord, males and females alike and equal" she said, and was again surprised at how natural it felt, to be sitting on this ledge with attentive cats drinking her every word.

"We all know the Evil has striken because our beloved Master is laying here and he will not wake up, but it was necessary to purge the Hord from cowards and Thinkers. The warmth has been sucked from him and what has been once lost cannot be recovered. Threfore I take the right to speak fisrt after his body has chilled, he trusted me with his life and so did I, that is why I shall take up his wish and help his spirit spread it to the lost cats who do not follow our ways. My name is Roaring Fire and I shall be your Master!"

The Hord cats looked incertain before her expectant gaze and each one of them gazed at their neighbor until a small kit stepped up.

"Master Roaring Fire!" she sqeaked, and warmth that had fled Roaring Fire returned.

Her mother looked up to her new Master and mewed in a shaking voice;

"Master Roaring Fire!"

And just like that, cat after cat, hesitant at first but getting stronger as it was chanted by every single cat below her, the sound of her newfound name filled the cold cave, sweeping away any thought that might have sprouted in the Hord cats.

Yes, I am truly grateful for you Master or you have shown me the path to follow and I will guide the unthaithful cats towards your light.

Always.