A/N: I am terrible at keeping up with updates. *Sigh* Why must I be cursed with procrastination and writer's block?

ANYWAYS enough chitchat, hey guys! I'm sorry for not updating for like the past two weeks or something, like I said above, procrastination and writer's block combined together is an author's worst nightmare. Here we go, back to this story… I think I've kept you waiting long enough. (Also, I've practically been glued to the TV watching the TV series Scream, so, sorry.)

Thanks to Archangel of Shadowclan and Scarlet Vow for following and adding this story as a favorite.

Reviews

Flower (Guest) - Yep, glad you understand the story. When I wrote it, I like triple checked it to make sure it wasn't confusing.

Forgiven4Life- Oh do you now? Death's story is going to be really sad, compared to the others. Thank you! Nice guess on his story btw.

DragonFrost9000- Hmm, interesting guess. Won't say if it is right or not, not yet at least; I'd kind of like seeing people trying to guess Death's story, just to see what they think it is. The reason for Famine becoming mute is because since Arev had clawed him, it created the flaw while he was being "recreated" by Luna. Originally, I wasn't going to have Famine be mute… just really, really quiet around the others, but I thought it'd be more interesting.

Scarlet Vow- Thank you, I hope you go on enjoying it. Death's story won't come for a while, but I might include small hints if I could find a place to put them. Sorry for the long wait, I'm usually more on top of updating and all that.

Thanks to everybody who reviewed, followed, or added this story as a favorite.

Side note: School starts in like two-three weeks for me. Goodbye summer, hello stress XD.

ON WITH THE CHAPTER

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Silvermist had stayed awake enough to hear Death return later on in the night, much later. By that time, the other's had already fallen asleep, nobody saying a word about the remaining Four's outburst. When Silvermist volunteered to go after him, they simply told her it was too dangerous and to let him cool down on his own. The young grey didn't know if she should acknowledge him, but when she finally did, she heard him already collapse in his nest not too far away. She could hear his ragged breathing and incoherent murmurs, but it soon faded away as the pale grey tom fell asleep. Silvermist allowed her senses to relax as she soon found herself drifting off as well.

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The next afternoon, the group of five wandered in awkward silence. Because of this silence, Silvermist found herself looking at the territory as they padded through. Forest gradually turned into grassland, which if she was seeing correctly, would soon turn into mountains. Far ahead, she could see the mountains approaching as they padded along. The sun was high above their heads, casting it's warmth to the creatures down below. As before, War led the group and the rest followed. What was different was that Death was walking farther from the group, off to the side.

He seemed to be murmuring to himself, his face free of emotion and his eyes narrowing from time to time. Silvermist found herself constantly looking over at him. She wanted to ask him if he was okay, but she knew that if she opened her mouth to speak, she would instead ask him about his story. The curiosity was what drove her now, almost overpowering her. A split second later, she gasped inwardly when Death met her blue-grey eyes with his yellow-green. The emotions in them burned like a fire, his eyes lit with an internal flame. The young grey felt her pelt slowly bristle in anxiety as she felt her breathing shorten. Was this his doing? She guessed so.

His lips were still moving in a silent murmur, his eyes narrowing at her with intensity and only adding a crushing weight to her bones. Despite herself, she couldn't look away. She could see the fire burn brighter as his eyes narrowed even more. His lips pulled back slowly, his teeth barring loosely. And just like that, he looked away first.

The pale grey tom turned his head away with a snort, his gaze meeting someone else's. Silvermist took a second before turning her head, realizing that she and the rest of the group had stopped while her and Death had a stare-down. War was currently glaring at Death, his own fire matching Death's.

"We'll rest here," Pestilence finally broke the silence, causing both of his fellow Four to look away from each other. Death walked farther away, most likely to hunt she assumed, while War simply sighed.

"He will come around," the tom murmured before turning to Silvermist, "sit down and relax, we will leave again momentarily. We will have to cross the mountain, and then we will come across our next obstacle."

"Starlit Peak isn't here?"

"No, this mountain is far too small for it," Pestilence spoke up with a chuckle, "just wait till you see it." A mischievous smirk made its way to his face as he saw Silvermist's awed and slightly terrified face. This mountain was already huge, how could there be one bigger? Famine held an amused smile on his face before he nudged Pestilence and bowed his head, slowly raising it and motioning in the direction Death had left.

Pestilence hesitated before nodding with reluctance, "fine, you can go after him. Just… be careful, alright?" Famine smirked and winked at the other Four before bumping playfully past him. That simple gesture told Silvermist one thing: he definitely wasn't scared of Death's angry side. Silvermist wanted to know why they had a reason to be scared of him though.

"Death won't hurt Famine… will he?" the young grey asked, concern lacing her tone. Out of all of them, Famine seemed to be the nicest to her; letting her have her space when she wanted, unlike Pestilence and War, and didn't bully her, unlike Death. Pestilence had kept his gaze on the retreating form of Famine, but he sighed to her question.

"I hope not," Pestilence said with a small smile, "Famine is like a little brother to the rest of us though, so Death probably wouldn't hurt him." An image of last night returned to Silvermist: how angry Death had seemed before he stormed out. At that moment, she believed that anything that came across him would end up regretting it, including Famine.

"What's on your mind Stella?" Pestilence asked as he sat down, his tail swaying behind him as he stretched out his front legs lazily.

"Please don't call me that… not yet at least," Silvermist said with a shake of her head. Pestilence thought about it for a second before shrugging in response. "I just, I still don't understand… you four are going to just disappear, and you're okay with it?"

Pestilence gave a sad smile, but chuckled anyways. "As you can see, not all of us are okay with it," he tilted his head in the direction Death and Famine had gone, "but he'll just have to deal with it."

"So you don't care that you'll die?"

"It's a small price to pay for getting to live again; you don't expect us to stay here forever, do you?"

Silvermist shook her head. What was the point of living then if you were just going to be someone's errand runner? She didn't dare voice her thoughts though, only nodding to his words before shaking out her pelt. She could understand why Death acted the way he did around her. She was going to be the reason they died again.

"Is it okay if I go hunting?" she asked and stretched out her legs, wanting to distract her mind for a while. The thought of her hunting in Marshclan's territory made her both purr with happiness, and frown in sorrow. Will she ever be able to hunt there again? Will she ever be able to go back?

"Sure, it's just that I have to go with you," Pestilence said and looked at her, "is that okay?" Silvermist flicked her tail, her frown increasing. The only reason she wanted to hunt was to have some freedom for a while before they continued and she was stuck with them again. She opened her mouth to reluctantly agree, before another voice came up from their side.

"I'll take her, you can speak with War in the meantime to come up with a plan for safely crossing Grey across the mountain," Death's voice startled her. He walked so silently, it was nearly impossible to hear him. Then again, it was that way for all of them, Silvermist figured that much out during her time with them. Pestilence snorted in disbelief, but his emotions were guarded from his eyes.

"You sure you aren't going to kill her like you tried to earlier?" the white tom spat in accusation, his ears going flat, "I know that look you gave her Death, don't think of me as a fool."

"You are a fool, because you should know, that if I really wanted to kill her… I would've done it by now. Besides, I don't want to be around you two much longer," Death said back, dropping a mouse on the ground and yawning almost lazily. Famine came up from behind the pale grey tom, standing at his side with a squirrel clamped in his jaws. He looked between the two before looking over at Silvermist and then War.

The leader of the group was padding over, his ears flat and fur bristling slightly. Silvermist was worried for another confrontation, so instead, she quickly stood up and padded over to Death.

"I'll just go with him, it'll be fine," she said, looking back at the other two. War and Pestilence looked at each other, occasionally looking back at Death. Famine stayed off to the side, already beginning to eat his squirrel in a casual manor. He didn't seem to be bothered by their arguing. He was probably already used to it.

The pale grey tom held a smug smirk before turning and padding ahead of the young grey. Silvermist quickly followed after him before War and Pestilence could stop her.

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Silvermist soon found out how beneficial it was hunting with Death. He left her as soon as they walked down a hill, hidden from view of the others, walking off into the tall grass in search of his own prey. The grey got the freedom she wanted, for now at least. So far, Silvermist had managed to catch only a small mouse. Hunting in the grassland felt almost exactly like hunting in the marshes, except for the slick mud underneath her. She was actually surprised that she managed to run without nearly falling in the process. The young grey had her senses following the sound of a nearby bird.

Peeking through the tall grass, she could see the quick movements of the bird as it bounced around the ground, searching for its own food. Silvermist remained frozen in her hiding spot, her eyes following the small bird's movements around the small clearing. Since there wasn't any wind, it was easy to maneuver around the outside of the clearing silently. The bird raised its head suddenly, chirping quietly before pecking at the ground again. Silvermist leaned back slightly, ready to pounce.

As soon as she launched herself, however, another figure had lunged as well. But instead of at the bird, it lunged at her. The two collided mid-air, the bird flying away quickly to escape its predators. Silvermist, in a state of panic, lashed out at her sudden attacker before she was pinned down forcefully onto her back. The wind was knocked out of her; she had stopped in her struggle.

"Seems I found myself my own meal," an unfamiliar voice purred smoothly in her ear. She tilted her head up and met a strange pair of light amber eyes. The owner of the eyes was a white furred tom with a pale black underbelly and paws, with a lighter splash on his face. A smirk was etched onto his face as well.

"Well too bad, you will have to look for another… because that one is mine," this time, a familiar voice entered her ears. She tilted her head back, looking up to see Death standing halfway in the clearing. The tom that was pinning her scrambled away, his head bowing quickly.

Death snorted, shaking his head and padding up to Silvermist. "What are you doing here anyways, where are the others?" Death questioned the strange tom as he stood above the young grey. Silvermist sat up, backing up until she was right beside Death and looking at the stranger with distrust. The tom kept his head bowed for a while longer before raising, but making it a point to avoid Death's gaze.

"Scouting around, just like you all asked," the tom mumbled, his gaze flickering around, "I'd just thought it would be funny coming to you." Death snorted slightly before flicking his tail.

"Hilarious," Death said in a straight face, "now go to the others."

"You aren't the boss of me," the tom looked at Death, his eyes narrowing in a sense of a challenge. Faster than Silvermist can blink or even react, Death was on top of the tom, pinning him down roughly and barring his teeth.

"Pestilence is and he's actually not too far. Would you want me to tell him I saw you off duty?" Death said with a threat dripping his tone, his claws scratching at the other tom's pelt, "or would you just like me to finish you off here and now?" The tom remained still, squeezing his eyes shut. A tensed moment of silence past between the two before the stranger let out a shaky breath.

"Fine, fine I'll leave now," he grumbled out, "just don't tell Pestilence." Death chuckled lowly before backing up, his claws sheathing and a wicked grin making its way to his face. He seemed to be enjoying this.

"I'm glad we've come to an agreement," the pale grey tom said as the other backed off, trotting away at a fast pace. Silvermist had remained quiet, her eyes following the path the stranger had taken. Death snorted once more before turning around to face her. He blinked at her with what looked like shock, as if he forgot she was there in the first place.

"Let's go, hunting is over," he said as he padded past her without an explanation. As silent as ever, the pale grey Four padded through the tall grass, disappearing within seconds. Silvermist hastily stood up, following him as quickly as she could.

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The two padded up the hill and towards their group. Death didn't carry anything, while Silvermist held the mouse from earlier in her jaws. Death glanced at her before looking up towards the sky.

"Don't say anything to the others," the pale grey tom murmured, "you understand?" Silvermist was about to ask why, when Pestilence and War padded up to them. An annoyed look crossed Death's face before he walked forward without her.

"We'll leave as soon as you finish eating," Pestilence said while examining her pelt, most likely for wounds of any kind. Silvermist frowned before sitting down, beginning to eat the mouse. Do they not trust each other anymore because of me? She watched silently as Pestilence and War murmured something to each other before looking towards Death.

The pale grey tom stared back at them, his head tilted to the side ever-so slightly. Within seconds, a smirk made its way to his face and he winked at the other two tauntingly. From beside him, Famine had a smile on his face from Death's actions. The black tom seemed to know neither of the other Four would hurt each other physically.

For a while, the Four had fallen silent. Famine rested his head on his paws, while Pestilence went off to the distance, to hunt most likely. War was sitting, staring in the direction of the mountain, while Death had once again regained his blank expression and silent murmurs.

Silvermist wanted to know who that tom from earlier was. Whoever he was, Death and the others must have known him, and from what she heard, there were more of them. A group. Did they work for the Four? If so, why did Death wanted to keep their encounter a secret? Silvermist was beginning to get frustrated with the amount of questions that rose and went unanswered.

"We'll rest at the base of the mountain, and in the morning, we'll begin scaling it. If we go without rest, we should reach the peak before evening tomorrow and we could rest there," Pestilence returned, speaking up almost immediately. Silvermist stood up, licking her whiskers clean and yawning before speaking up.

"Let's go then," she said and looked at the others, "I'm ready." War seemed surprised that she spoke up, but the corner of his lips tilted up in a smile as he bowed his head. From off to the side, she could hear Death snort quietly as he stood up.

"You'll probably regret those words Grey by the time we reach the mountaintop," Death mumbled with a smirk as he padded ahead, taking the lead this time. Silvermist didn't know why, but she felt the need to respond back.

"We'll see about that," she said as she padded forward as well, following after Death. The pale grey tom paused for a split second before chuckling to himself. War, Pestilence, and Famine followed behind her: two out of three of them talking quietly to the other.

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When she was still in Marshclan, Silvermist thought that training with Falconeye was the most tiring thing in the world to do. Climbing up the side of the mountain definitely topped it. The air got thinner the higher they went up, and it seemed like forever since they began climbing. Still, Silvermist could see the top of the mountains far up ahead, as if she hadn't progressed in any way. Being raised in Marshclan, she wasn't used to the rough terrain that came with the mountain. For once, she wished she was born in the mountainous region of Glacierclan or Capeclan. Her breathing came in ragged gasps, but she still continued on.

Death was still leading, leaping from ledge to ledge easily and barely panting from jumping. Pestilence was close behind her, with Famine following and War farther below. Out of all of them, he seemed to be struggling the most. Silvermist spared a glance down below, losing her breath for a second at how far the ground was from where she was. It's a good thing I'm not afraid of heights.

"Keep up Grey, we're almost there, don't give up on me just yet," Death taunted from up above, causing her to avert her gaze from the ground to the tom above her. He was looking down at her with a mischievous smirk. He tilted his head slightly, as if studying her face before his smirk grew once more. "Are you regretting your words now?"

Silvermist snorted a chuckle as she jumped to another ledge, arriving on a ridge that was easier to walk across. When she looked up again, Death wasn't there. She blinked multiple times, looking around the mountainside.

"There's a tunnel just up ahead, it's easier to get to the top from there," Pestilence said from behind her, answering her unasked question. At least one of my questions was answered. The young grey continued the trek up before, sure enough, she came across the entrance to a tunnel. Walking through it was the pale grey tom she was looking for.

She walked into the tunnel, making space for the others to enter as well. The tunnel tilted slightly upward to create a spiral before opening up again. Death stood at the exit way, facing her direction. In the dim light, she could just see the amusement on his face.

"Impressive, I didn't think you had it in you Grey," he chuckled with a grin. From farther behind, Silvermist could hear the others walking. Even their stealth wasn't enough to muffle the sounds of their pawsteps on the cave ground.

"Well, there was no other option, so I didn't really have a choice," Silvermist said with a shrug, licking her burning paws. She was sure she had a couple cuts on the pads of them.

"Neither did I," Death mumbled quietly, a frown forming on his face before he replaced it with a blank expression. He lifted his gaze, looking behind her and his eyes narrowing slightly. Silvermist glance behind her shoulder, seeing the other three walking up, talking to each other.

She looked back to ask him what he meant, but when she did, he was already walking out of the tunnel. The young grey quickly rushed after him and out in the open. The question that was hanging from her tongue disappeared as soon as she saw the view. At the bottom of the mountain, strange structures were everywhere and stretched far into the distance. With the setting sun, it made the unfamiliar place look beautiful in a strange kind of way.

"This is called Twolegplace; we'll just be passing through and taking a stop in one of those structures. Only one of us will be leading you, the rest will stay hidden from view. There are other cats in there, and from past experiences, not all of them like us. We assume they're influenced by Arev in order to stop us, but some are just starving cats," Death said in a soft tone, his eyes trailing over the structures with a frown.

"It will take at least two days to past, more if we run into trouble. We will scale down the mountain in the morning and see what are options are from there," War spoke up, standing at Silvermist's side.

"Get some rest Grey," Death spoke up as he walked over to a secluded area of the peak, sitting down and looking up towards the sky once more like he did every night. Silvermist took a final glance at the Twolegplace before turning to get comfortable by the entrance of the tunnel. She curled up on the rocks and closed her eyes. Just before drifting off to sleep, the young grey heard Death's faint voice.

"You're going to need it."

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A/N: This chapter feels iffy to me lol. Anyways, what did you guys think? Did you like it?

QOTD: This is more of a random question: if the Four were in the clans; what clan would you think they were in and what their warrior/leader names would've been?

Ps: I'm going to need some rogues/kittypets/loner names for the next chapter, so if you want an Oc in this story, just submit it in a review :D Hopefully you don't mind if your character(s) does something bad XD.

If you see any mistakes, feel free to point them out and I'll make sure to pay better attention for the next chapter.

If you have any time: please check out my other story that I have just started.

Wildfire: s/11987520/1/Wildfire

Thank you and peace out.

~Wolfcreations16