Well, what can I say? I started this story in August, and now it's October. Wow. Time flies like crazy, even when you're young. Ah, well. xD

Anyways, I think I must have a thing for cliffhangers (lol), because last chapter was a cliffhanger like some of my earlier ones, so please forgive me, but it was the best way to end chapter 10. :) Here we are, at the eleventh part of this story, and I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: Does anyone read this thing?

Chapter Eleven: Forgotten

Bluestar blinked, and when her eyes opened again, her eyes were returned to normal, and she was staring at Firestar curiously.

"You again? Redheart, I thought-" She stopped. "Oh, not Redheart. Firestar." She laughed.

Firestar swallowed hard, too shook up by what he had just seen to saw anything.

"What?" she asked, serious now.

Firestar, his throat suddenly feeling like it was coated with sand, croaked, "Y- you- you had something w- wrong with y- your eyes..." he said shakily, trembling all over. He was no longer angry of alarmed- he was terrified. And he wanted nothing more than to get out of here now.

Bluestar just laughed an unnaturally high laugh. "Don't be a mousebrain, Firestar," she purred. "I'm fine. See?" She narrowed her eyes playfully at him, and swatted him with her paw.
"What's really wrong?"

Firestar's heart was beginning to slow down, but he took several steps away from Bluestar, just in case. "Um... w- well... look, I-" He stopped. He was staring at something over Bluestar's shoulder, to where there was a clump of perfectly-trimmed bushes, something he hadn't seen much here so far. And in the bushes, there were a pair of cold blue eyes staring urgently out at him.

The eyes were warning him, and Firestar realized something in a flash.

He couldn't tell Bluestar anything. Not yet. Not now. Maybe not ever.

"I... I forgot," he said quickly.

Bluestar cocked her head at him, whiskers twitching. "Oh. Well, try not to bother me again, okay? I'm a very busy cat." She began to walk away, then paused, and turned around to frown thoughtfully at him.

"Firestar," she said after a moment.

Firestar gulped. "Y- yeah?"

Bluestar narrowed her eyes, as if carefully thinking of her next words. "Have you had any more dreams?"

Firestar nervously twitched his tail. "No," he said honestly, grateful that he didn't have to lie again.

Bluestar stared at him a moment longer before nodding and turning away, trotting through the waving blades of green grass and over the hilly terrain until it swallowed her up, and the only things alive were Firestar and the bush with eyes.

Slowly, uneasily, Firestar began treading the grass to reach the bush. Finally he was next to it, and he cautiously glanced around before lowering his head and hissing, "It's okay- no one's out here!"

The bush began to tremble, and then a white she-cat with long ears and a bushy tail appeared. "I know that, mousebrain," she retorted hotly, shaking off any remains of pine-needles on her fur.

"What are you doing here?" Firestar asked curiously.

"Trying to save your butt!" Icefeather snapped, glowering at him. "Don't you realize what you're doing?"

Firestar blinked. "Um... what?"

"You are such a tom," she grumbled, sitting down and beginning to wash her ruffled fur. "Look," she said between tongue strokes. "You can't act up like that. You need to lay low and play
along, alright?"

Firestar stared at her from narrowed eyes. "Why won't anyone be straight with me?" he growled. "I want answers, alright? Why won't anyone tell me what's going on?"

Icefeather paused in her licking to stare at him. "Because you won't like what you will hear."

"I don't care! I have to know!" Firestar hissed.

Icefeather gazed at him, and flicked an ear. She slowly leaned in. "You want to know everything?" she whispered.

Firestar, heart pounding, nodded quickly. "Yes!" he added, for good measure.

Icefeather bit her lip, blue eyes intense. "Really?"

Firestar frowned at her. "Of course!"

Icefeather took a deep breath, opened her mouth, and: laughed.

"I can't tell you," she replied, scrambling back and shaking herself off again.

"What?" Firestar exclaimed, glaring at her. "I need to know! Why the heck did Bluestar's eyes go all weird like that?"

Icefeather's smirk vanished, and she was serious instantly. "What did you see?" she asked quietly.

Firestar gazed uncertainly at her. "Well... I'm- I'm not really sure.. it was like her eyes were switched. You know?" Firestar knew he sounded like an idiot, but hoped this cat, of all cats, would understand.

But she just stared at him, face kept carefully blank of emotion. "Ah," she meowed, frowning. "Not good," she muttered, before drawing herself up and taking a deep breath. "Forget about it, alright?"

"I can't forget something like that! No way!"

"You have to!" Icefeather hissed, eyes sparking. "If you want to stay alive!"

Firestar stared at her. "Of course I want to stay alive!" he retorted. "But it's getting harder with each day, and with you dropping hints and cats acting weird and eyes going berserk-"

"Listen to me, Firestar," Icefeather growled, and something flickered in her eyes, something Firestar couldn't quite place. "I am going to get you and your big gray friend out of here. I give you my word of honor." She bowed her head to him, then snapped it up quickly. "But... in return, you must promise me something."

Firestar couldn't ignore the way Icefeather's voice shook just slightly, and he wondered what she was thinking. He cocked his head slightly, thoughtfully. "Go on."

Icefeather took a deep breath. "You have to stop acting like a mousebrain, and start playing along. Got it? No outbursts, no sudden visits, no fights, nothing. Understand?" she asked fiercely, claws unsheathed.

Firestar eyed them uncertainly. "Yes, whatever, I will," he said quickly.

Icefeather sighed and turned away. "You'd better get back to your little Spottedleaf," she tossed over her shoulder. "Make her and everyone else think you saw nothing."

Firestar watched her go. "Where are you going?"

Icefeather kept on walking. "Away from here."

The flame-colored tom kept his eyes trained on Icefeather's snow-white back until she disappeared into the wildly tossing blades of grass, and he stayed there for a long time, thinking.

Finally, he slowly turned around, and descended the hill, trekking over the grassy hills and trying to organize his befuddled mind. Here, a headache was most likely a normal thing to get every day.

At last Firestar heard cats talking, and he climbed a last hill before seeing hundreds of cats, all of the "dead" cats, again.

His ears pricked, and he glanced around. His green eyes flicked over the talking cats, and a deep sigh escaped his chest. He once again got the pang of loneliness, and wished nothing more that he could be back home. But he had promised Icefeather.

Firestar would play along.