I'm finally updating again after several months, and I finally have ideas for the next few chapters! :3 I also have ideas for new stories, but I think I should write more of Dark Curses before starting anything new. I'll still be working on my torture story (Rainbowkit's Beautiful Universe) as well.

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"Mossflight...Mossflight..." Darkpaw whispered desperately to herself. She wondered if she had gone blind, or if everything was actually pitch-black. She looked around, seeing another glow in the distance. She jumped out of her tree and raced toward the light, stumbling over roots and clumps of grass.

It was a clearing similar to the one that hypnotized Mossflight. A bright, welcoming item attracted creatures. Darkpaw noticed a black rabbit staring at the light like it was a StarClan spirit. "I have to know what happened to Mossflight!" Darkpaw screeched to nothing in particular, seizing the light in her jaws. To her surprise, it continued to glow as she ran back to Mossflight's clearing.

Darkpaw dropped the blinding glow in front of her, finally seeing what damage had been done. A fallen tree lay across the edge of the clearing. Its once-gray bark was black and charred. Mossflight lay silently next to it; the tree had missed her when it fell. The beams holding the original light off the ground had vanished. Darkpaw noticed that the second light she found was very dim.

Darkpaw shivered as she stared at the very unsettling scene, not knowing what to do. She remembered one of the first things Mossflight had said to her. "Don't worry. Cats don't easily die here." Darkpaw let out a trembling sigh as she started to feel cold. "Everything around is already broken," she whispered, repeating the dark words of the dark figures.

With a shiver of effort, Darkpaw lifted Mossflight onto her back. The older cat was very heavy, and Darkpaw couldn't tell if she was dead or not. She just knew they had to leave the dead forest as soon as they could. Darkpaw turned around, hoping she was exiting and not going deeper into the forest.

But, there was no forest behind her. Instead there was a large field. It was peaceful, but it still sent apprehension flooding into every one of Darkpaw's muscles. She took a few cautious paw steps into the field, shifting uncomfortably to keep Mossflight on her back.

Suddenly Darkpaw nearly collapsed. She crouched low to the ground, panting. She wanted to believe that Mossflight's weight was just exhausting her, but she knew better. She knew that there were strange forces in this strange universe.

After closing her eyes for a moment that seemed to last an eternity, Darkpaw looked up. Flamefang's disapproving amber gaze locked with hers. She gasped. "Flamefang...I...I'm sorry..."

"You have nothing to be sorry for, Darkpaw, just follow me," Flamefang said. Darkpaw could hear that he sounded frustrated and disappointed. Did I follow the wrong path? Why is he upset? Is this even about me?

Worried thoughts closed in on Darkpaw, making Mossflight even harder to support. Darkpaw wondered if Flamefang had even noticed the brown cat. Flamefang finally stopped in front of a wall of overgrown weeds. Darkpaw set down Mossflight and stretched, struggling to breathe.

Flamefang looked down at Mossflight casually. An awkward silence fell. After a long pause, Darkpaw said, "I want to leave this place! I want to live a normal life as a normal cat!" She knew she sounded like a newborn kit, but she couldn't handle anything anymore.

She couldn't handle that there was only darkness. She couldn't handle the absence of stars in the miserable sky. She knew she was having a mental breakdown, but she didn't care anymore. She laid down next to Mossflight, rested her head on her paws, and let herself breathe. Her breathing was irregular and raspy.

Darkpaw heard rustling above the sound of her breathing. She silenced herself, worried, but nothing whispered to her or attacked her. The rustling stopped. "Get up," Flamefang said gently. Darkpaw obeyed, starting to feel calmer.

The rustling had been Flamefang taking some of the tall weeds to make a comfortable nest. He guided Darkpaw towards it, and once she reached it she immediately fell asleep. Flamefang watched her sleep for a moment, then moved to examine Mossflight.

The she-cat lay unmoving. Flamefang pushed his nose into Mossflight's fur to find that it was intensely cold. Clearly, she had died when the shadows surrounded her. There was no other way her fur could have been nearly freezing.

She was gone, but Flamefang did not bury her. He instead slipped through the wall of plants. He dug into the ground with his paw, feeling content as he saw a small patch of white. He carefully pulled a flower from inside the cold ground. It was large and easily the most colorful thing in the area. The white petals were like rainbows among the black and gray.

Flamefang returned to where Darkpaw was now in a peaceful, deep sleep. Mossflight was still sprawled out on her side. Flamefang placed the flower between her jaws and backed away. He closed his eyes and whispered, "This world, however broken, is not a complete nightmare." He proceeded to chant under his breath in a strange language that no cat could ever understand.

Mossflight moved. She curled herself into a comfortable position, allowing her tail to fall across her face. Her body started to rise and fall with rhythmic breathing. Flamefang watched, dark amusement glimmering in his eyes.

"Cats don't easily die here."