Cloudfire: Sorry about that little mistake. Good eye for spotting that one.
Iceclaw112: I agree with you, HellClan is a stupid name. I like Dark Forest better.
"Tawnyfeather's blue eyes blinked open. She was back in the clearing where she and her mate Blackstorm had been fighting against WindClan warriors a moment before. The dark shape that was Blackstorm was just beginning to stir too.
The pale ginger she-cat made her way over to her mate to help him, freezing as she felt something warm and sticky staining her paws. Looking down she saw her own body, teeth still locked into the throat of a WindClan cat.
"We're dead." she meowed quietly as she helped her mate onto his paws.
"No we're not." he protested angrily but his arguements died as he saw his own corpse. Tawnyfeather looked around, hoping to spot even the slightest trace of a StarClan warrior that was going to accompany them to Silverpelt. Blackstorm's amber eyes were fixed on the stars, expecting for his dead brother to appear.
"I don't think any one's coming to help us up there." Tawnyfeather told her lover after a long while had passed.
"Someone has to bring us up to StarClan." Blackstorm answered, still staring up at Silverpelt. Finally even he gave up and turned to her, but his eyes widened and his pelt began to bristle.
"What is it?" Tawnyfeather asked, looking behind her to see why the black tom was so scared. A skelatal cat stood behind her, scythe held firmly under his paws. With his long tail he beckoned the two ghosts to follow him into the next life.
"Who is he?" the ginger she-cat whispered from where she stood, cowering behind the muscular body of her mate.
"The Grim Reaper." Blackstorm replied, amber eyes examining the skelatal cat with morbid interest.
"But the Reaper is only a myth." Tawnyfeather protested weakly, still refusing to believe that she even was dead, though she herself had admitted it.
"Apparently not." the black warrior meowed, stepping away from his terrified lover and padded toward the Reaper, accepting that his time had come. He paused and looked back over his shoulder at Tawnyfeather, who stood rooted to where she stood.
"I'm not going." she meowed flatly. "I'm going back to camp and have Featherwhisker do something about these wounds." The ginger she-cat began to make her way back to camp but was stopped as ethereal hands reached up from the earth and grabbed her legs. Again the Reaper gestured to her in an impatient way, already have many more new arrivals to shuttle to the afterlife.
"Come on Tawnyfeather. Stop being such a stubborn mousebrain." Blackstorm meowed. "You can't go back to camp because it isn't your home anymore; StarClan is."
"How do you know he is even taking us up to StarClan?" his mate challenged, pointing her tail at the Reaper with an accusing glare.
"You have to trust him." Blackstorm answered simply. "I know I do."
Tawnyfeather lingered over the bodies of the WindClan cats; torn between her desire to escape death and her wish to be with her mate.
"Come on." Blackstorm meowed in an encouraging voice. "Don't fear the Reaper."
She glanced back one final time to where her camp stood nestled in the gorge before giving a sigh. Rather reluctantly she padded forward to join Blackstorm and the Grim Reaper. New courage was given to her as Blackstorm pressed his nose comfortingly into his fur as they allowed themselves to be sheparded into the next world.
As the trio padded into the stars Tawnyfeather chimed in "They should make a song about this kind of moment. 'Don't Fear the Reaper' would be the perfect name for a song." "
"And that was the story." Morningflower told the apprentinces of WindClan.
"It didn't have a good ending though." Harepaw scoffed.
"Not really scary either." Kesteralpaw added.
"Boring." Breezepaw chimed in.
"Well I thought it was romantic." Heatherpaw meowed.
"You didn't think that was scary?" Morningflower asked innocently.
"Wouldn't scare a kittypet like Berrypaw." Harepaw answered. The apprentinces got into a violent argument about the story. As the apprentinces squabbled on for a very long time the medicine cat apprentince noticed that Morningflower had fallen asleep.
"How could she fall asleep in a time like this?" Kesteralpaw wondered. As the four apprentinces padded over Breezepaw prodded the elder with a paw, quickly drawing it away with fright.
"She's dead." he answered.
Not expecting that one did you? I understand this one was a peice of crud, please bear with me as I have writer's block again. Curse my tiny mind!