.Prologue.

Rosefathom padded slowly towards camp, looking around herself anxiously.

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"Is he still following me?" She murmured mutely to herself. She knew she had to get back to camp to be safe, but she couldn't run, or make any loud noises. It was really too bad that it was leaf-fall, and the fallen leaves were crunching under her, making enough noise for rapid chills to be sent down her spine every few steps.

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She looked up to the night sky, the moonless night sky. Only the stars gave her light, just enough so that she could tell where she was going. But then again, she had surely memorized the route to ThunderClan camp from the tunnel entrance near WindClan by now.

After all, Rosefathom had been meeting with Fire for what seemed like a long time now. Nine moons, at least. Before he started to break, to fall into pieces for reasons unknown, before her very eyes.

"They're after me, Rosefathom! They—they're coming for me! They'll put me out!"

"What happened fire, why wont you tell me?" She whispered forlornly, still struggling to get back to camp. She was going slowly because she didn't want to go fast, so he wouldn't hear…

"I need to face it. He hurt me. He hurt my leg. I can't—" She almost let out a desperate yowl but stopped herself, dragging her tattered left hind-leg behind her. Was it still bleeding? She didn't know. Even if she looked, Rosefathom was sure she wouldn't be able to tell the difference between rosy-red fur and blood. Or so she told herself.

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It seemed like camp was moons away, when she had traveled so far already, trying to ignore the pain in her leg. 'Why, Fire, why?'

"No, no, no! You can't leave me. I love you, I love you, love—! No!"

Then the growl turns to a snarl, and fire orange lashes out at rosy red. Blood splatters, shocked yowl of pain, Fire shrieking that he's sorry, shrieking that he'll kill her, shrieking that they've come for him…

They…

Suddenly a sense of fear overwhelms Rosefathom, and she can almost hear a voice in the back of her head yowling "run, run!", so she tries to but stumbles over a branch. She bites her tongue to stop a yowl of pain, and the taste of blood fills her mouth. Then she realizes her eyes are closed, and pulling herself up she opens them. Suddenly the fear faded, and she felt only defeat. Felt only the claws of death.

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"You're here."

Nine moons old. Nine moons into the past. She had just decided to go for a walk when she had realized she had walked to far, was too close to the border. She had turned around and meant to go back when she accidentally bumped a rock near her paw into a hole... where it sounded like it slid down somewhere, finally making a clacking noise on the bottom.

If only she had never gone in.

If only she had never met him.

If only a fire couldn't be put out.

If only she had never fallen in love.

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The silver furred cat awoke with a start, gasping for air. She opened her icy blue eyes and looked around the nursery, dread overwhelming her.

'I need to…find…'

She stumbled to her feet, the heavy weight in her belly somewhat putting her off balance, and dragged herself out of the nursery.

She looked up at the night sky, the moonless night sky. Only the stars gave her light, just enough to see where she was going.

But then again, she had surely memorized the route to ThunderClan camp from the tunnel entrance near WindClan by now.

The queen froze, eyes widening.

"What's going on, Rosefathom?" She murmured, sure that she had just felt the thoughts of her friend. They had never shared any sort of special 'link', but she was absolutely sure that it was the pretty red she-cat that had awoken her, sure it was her friend that was feeling—

Fear? Rosefathom, where are you?

"You're out late."

She looked up to see a crimson furred cat sitting before her. Rosefathom's brother. He'd help. He'd know what to do.

"Crimsonwing!" She managed to gasp out, air still coming at odd paces into her lungs. "I—I—where's Rosefathom?"

Crimsonwing frowned, narrowing his eyes. She could see worry spark behind his green eyes.

"I don't know, I woke up and she wasn't there. She disappears sometimes, but I've never pried…" He trailed off, his voice indication that now he thought he should have pried.

Panic was growing in her, and she almost felt like someone was chasing her, she couldn't run, she couldn't make noise, no—her leg, there was a pain in her leg…

"…right?"

She looked up, breathing hard. "Wh-what?" She asked, eyes wide.

"I asked if you were all right." Crimsonwing was standing now, stiff and now looking rather anxious.

RUN!

She fell over with a cry, and vaguely heard Crimsonwing yowl something, vaguely saw a few other cats awaken and rush over.

"Ro-Rosefathom! Help—Rosefathom! Run! Run!" She felt herself shriek, unaware yet aware of her words.

The claws of death.

"She's dead." The silver queen, Silverdust, sighed in defeat. Soon she only felt blackness, and a rip of pain.

Silverdust awoke to darkness, and faintly saw a dusty silver light off in the distance. She couldn't help but giggle hysterically at her name and the light.

Then she felt the presence of a being beside her. She turned and looked, face to face with the green eyes of a rosy red cat.

"Thank you for trying." She whispered, almost inaudible. But she seemed different, and Silverdust couldn't help but stutter out, "Who--what are you?"

Rosefathom looked down, sadness in her eyes.

"I am dead."

A'N:

Writer's block for thirteen ways, so I decided to write a four-shot. Five-shot if you include the prologue. It's confusing right now, but I like confusing people. I'll explain everything eventually. Some things you might have to pick up, but don't let that scare you off! Review, dangit! D':