A/N: Happy Valentines Day! This chapter has been on hold so that I could post it today because it's when a certain leader confesses her love to a handsome yellow eyed tom. It's a bit soppy for my likings but this chapter was bound to come in the end. hope you enjoy it.

Bitterstar flew at him, claws and fangs ready to tear him into pieces. All he could do was yowl in horror and even that was cut short as she landed, knocking the breath out of him. Half a moon ago it was the over way around, her father cruelly clawing at her but now she had the strength of nine other cats within her, she could feel them giving her their energy. She clawed at his pelt while Lionstar struggled to free himself. She showed no mercy and slashed him across the face. The world seemed to slow down; blood glistened as it flew from the wound, the droplets painting everything within their reach a rich shade of crimson red. It was beautiful.

Seeing that she was distracted, Lionstar rolled out of reach. He could've run but instead he attempted to catch her off guard. He pounced, knocking her into an awkward position. She landed on her side in the middle of a bush covered in thorns. Bitterstar snarled as Lionstar followed her in but barely had time to get up before something flew into the bush and pushed Lionstar back out. She rushed to her paws and peeked out of the bush. Pinning Lionstar to the ground was a victorious Hawkclaw. He turned to face his leader, a confused frown upon his face but she offered him no explanation. She needed to deal with the matter at hand.

"Kill him!" She ordered. Hawkclaw looked as if his tail had just been bitten. She had never sounded so demanding, so heartless, so evil. He shook his head regretfully.

"Lionstar was my friend. I have no reason to kill him." Bitterstar growled. How dare he disobey her, she was his leader. Lionstar was so near death, the blood was so close to erupting from his body. She couldn't figure out whether it was the cats possessing her or her own decision but she charged at Lionstar, hungry to hear him cry out in pain. Hawkclaw could only watch as she furiously scratched at the cats' body before delivering a final bite to his neck. She had done the deed.

Hawkclaw silently approached Bitterstar to look at what was left of her victim. They stood, shaking and covered in Lionstar's blood. His body was still leaking blood, there was a deep gash along his side and he was missing an eye, which on closer inspection had landed in a muddy patch a few paw steps away. Bitterstar was panting, it hadn't yet sunk in that she had taken this cats life.

Hawkclaw didn't know what to do. He hadn't killed the Thunderclan leader but he couldn't just leave Bitterstar to clean up her mess alone. He couldn't leave her alone whatever happened. She was crazy, there was a hunger in her eye that didn't used to be there and she had lost any trust he had placed in her. And there was the fact that he still loved her. He had known her too well and for too long to just leave her.

"What in Starclans' name are we going to do now?"

Bitterstar hissed and spun around.

"Mention Starclan once more and you'll be joining that piece of mouse dung up there." She hissed.

"What on Earth has happened to you?" Hawkclaw shouted angrily. She had pushed him around for far too long. All he had ever done was try to comfort her and keep on her good side since she became leader. Now she was pushing over the limit.

"I kill your father for you and what do I get in return? Nothing! You go and get your nine lives, change into some sort of monster and then you kill an innocent cat, all without thanking me."

"Well thank you for turning me into this monster. If you hadn't killed my father I would still be a normal cat. I would never have met Demonclan, some stupid cats would never have possessed me and I wouldn't have killed your beloved Lionstar. Happy?"

The small clearing was still, their heated argument echoed in their minds. The truth of what had happened hit Bitterstar like a monster on the Thunderpath. She collapsed in a heap, sobbing and shivering, although it was a fairly warm night. Hawkclaw rushed up to her, licking her pelt. Electric shot through the couple as their fur touched. For the first time in ages everything felt right for Bitterstar.

"I…I…love you." She muttered, pushing her nose deep into Hawkclaw's pelt to breath in his scent. He didn't need to explain how he felt; it was clear from the fact that he had stood by her no matter what had happened.

"So, what exactly is Demonclan?" The black tom asked, interrupting the peace. His leaders face clouded over with grief as memories filled her head from the past half moon. She explained what had happened while the two cats slowly dug Lionstar's grave. She finished around morning, the pair had just finished filling up the cats new resting place.

"I want you to know that I'll support you all the way. You may have been taken over by some cats, and rejected by Starclan but I'll always follow you. That's how strong our love is. I'll even follow you when we die." Hawkclaw was trembling with the enormity of the step he was taking. Bitterstar knew what to do. Quickly she lifted her paw and swiped across his left eye. They had killed together, declared their love to each other and now they would spend the afterlife together, surrounded by the fire and evil of Demonclan.