A/N: How is it going everybody? By the time I'm done editing this and it goes up, it will be Christmas! So, Merry Christmas everybody and I hope everything goes well.

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Flower (Guest)- Well for one thing, Death's backstory is definitely full of grief. Hmm, good guess but it goes into more detail than just "his family died". It's okay you don't know, I will make him say it eventually

Starrysong of Naturclan- Thanks! And is it a good thing it's confusing? Lol, I'm tricking you XD

Forgiven4Life- XD I tried I tried. At first I thought that it would get too you know weird if they did have powers. But I promise that's the only thing they can be able to do. It would be pretty weird to see one of them magically flying through the skies XD But the way I want people to view it, the drawbacks from their powers makes it more of a curse than a power. Thanks for saying Happy Birthday (even though it was almost two or three weeks ago now).

Koolkatmlgpro360 (Guest)- When I was writing in Crowpaw's perspective, I was writing with full emotions than he would feel. Like everybody, I've experienced losing the ones I love so when I was writing his questions and stuff, it was the same questions I had asked as a kid. Sorry if it made you super sad

TheFanfictionMaster- I'll give you a hint: you're right for the most part. Or half right but still. You're still missing a huge part of it though, but hey you're the first one getting it down.

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ON WITH THE CHAPTER

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"Move it!" the broad-shouldered tom known as Rocket shoved Silvermist forward. The young grey stumbled, almost tripping face-first into the ground. The she-cat leading the group, Silver, turned her head to look behind her. Her startling blue eyes were sharp as she let out a warning growl.

"What did I say about hurting her?" Silver growled lowly, turning her head back towards the front. Rocket let out a snort, rolling his amber eyes and shaking his head. He murmured under his breath quietly, causing the brown tom on the grey's other side to growl. Silvermist had learned from listening that his name was Rowan and he was apparently Rocket's brother. The grey lowered her head again, letting out a sigh as she walked in the middle of the rogues. They had steered towards the left from the straight line that her and Famine had been traveling. I hope they're still alive. Her teeth clenched in worry. Worried not for the Four, but the rogues. She had no doubt in her mind that they would find her eventually. Who knows, they could be just up ahead in the shadows, waiting to strike when the time was right. Silvermist also knew that they would bring more pain to these cats than they had ever felt before.

"How do you think the others are doing?" Rocket spoke up again. Silvermist also found out that Rocket was annoying. He would constantly be hissing at her, occasionally growling at her to move faster when she had slowed down slightly. He would also not want the conversation to end, and when it did, it would only take him a couple of seconds to begin talking again. "I mean, was it really smart to bring some of the trainees?"

"Pounce is fine," Silver growled out, her ears flattening against her head, "I told him not to interfere or attempt to attack them." The she-cat walking beside Silver shot her a quick glance, her own ears flattening.

"You know Pounce doesn't listen to you," the she-cat spoke quietly, "he only listens to Flower." Silvermist also learned that this she-cat's name was Moon. The young grey kept her gaze on the ground as she listened to their conversation, which soon turned into an argument. She heard a chuckle come from Rocket behind her. He must have asked that on purpose, just to entertain himself by seeing the she-cats argue. Rowan was much quieter than the obnoxious tom. He was also more focused on their mission than the others.

"Can everyone just shut-up? Did you forget this was supposed to be a stealth mission? Thanks to you, everybody in the city must have heard by now," Rowan growled, causing the group to stop walking and all look in his direction. Rocket's wide smile turned to a frown before he snorted, muttering "killjoy" under his breath.

"You act like there is anybody else still here, nobody lives in these parts of the city. It will take days for the Four to find us now. Watch," Rocket took in a deep breath before yowling at the top of his lungs, "hello! Anybody home!"

"Shh!" Rowan hissed at the tom, his ears flattening as he looked around, almost paranoid. Silvermist looked between the brothers, feeling a small amount of pity for Rowan. The brown tom bared his teeth at Rocket, growling through his teeth. "If you attempt that again I will personally rip out your throat and feed it to the dogs"

The young grey flinched at his words, but they didn't bother Rocket. If anything, it only fueled his teasing gaze and he took in another deep breath, as if preparing to yowl out again.

"We have no time for this, we have to hurry before it gets any darker," Silver stepped in, glancing up at the sky. The moon was climbing its way to the center of the sky, its white light illuminating the city in a strange, beautiful yet terrifying way. The darkness inside the buildings was lifted, but the shadows that remained seemed darker now. Her own shadow seemed more terrifying now that it looked more detailed, more defined. It seemed as if it was about the leap at her at any moment.

"How can it get any darker?" Rocket commented, but the group continued walking again anyways. Silvermist looked up towards the sky again, feeling a sense of comfort wash over her. A cold breeze blew through the corridor the group was walking, but it only seemed to refresh her rather than make her shiver. A small, almost unnoticeable voice whispered quietly in the back of her mind. As long as I am in the sky and the Four are there, no harm shall come to you.

When Silver and Moon led the group around the corner, they suddenly stopped. Silvermist stopped as well, not wanting to bump into them accidentally. She jumped when she felt one of the cats behind her- who she guess was Rocket- nearly crash into her, only stopping himself by hitting his shoulder against her.

"Why'd we stop?" he spoke up, lifting his head from its previously lowered state. Rowan lowered his gaze from the sky to what was in front of them. Silvermist knew this felt all too familiar when she saw a body lying in the middle of the alley ahead of them. "Oh, that's why."

Rowan was silent as he studied the body, his eyes narrowed before they widened slightly in recognition. "That's-"

"Pounce!" Moon and Silver called out at the same time, abandoning their posts from in front of Silvermist and running over to the body. Rowan and Rocket stood on either side of Silvermist now, their ears flat against their heads. Rocket, for once, had a serious and slightly scared expression on his face. The two she-cats stood over the small body of the cat named Pounce. Silvermist flicked her ear, her head tilting back to look at the moon in the sky once more. A small gasp escaped her lips when she heard a voice that she was getting comfortable listening to.

"I see you've gotten my little present," the voice said, letting out a deep chuckle soon after. Because of the echo caused by the alley, it seemed the voice came from all directions. Rocket and Rowan crouched down immediately, their claws unsheathed as they hissed. Silver and Moon let out a startled growl, their fur bristling. The young grey let her gaze wander over the shadows. Now where are you hiding? She blinked her eyes and took in a deep breath.

"Show yourself you coward!" Rocket called out, his voice tight as a growl began rumbling in the back of his throat.

"Oh you really shouldn't have said that," the volume the voice emitted dropped to a dangerous level, "I don't take orders easily kit." As soon as the voice finished speaking, Rocket let out a yowl of pain as he stumbled back. He dropped to the ground, his teeth grinding and his body tensing and relaxing, tensing and relaxing. Rocket let out a pain-filled growl, keeping his eyes shut as he tried standing up on his shaking legs. He moved slowly, as if he was pushing against imaginary walls that were slowly closing around him. His breaths came in shakily as he tried calming himself down, evening his breaths.

"Rocket! Rocket what's wrong?" Rowan ran over to his brother, pressing a paw against the tom's shoulder. Rocket couldn't speak, since he was so focused on breathing. He let out small whimpers from time to time, his body shaking with exertion. He pushed weakly against Rowan's paw.

"Stop! Stop! Please stop!" Rowan yowled, saying the words Rocket probably would've said. Rowan looked at his brother in panic, his face masking in fear. Silvermist was standing by herself now, but she couldn't bring herself to move. She just couldn't, her paws wouldn't respond. That moment of ease she felt earlier was suddenly gone.

"Fine…" the voice trailed off in a sigh, almost like a kit being forced to sleep after trying to convince someone that he wasn't tired. Rocket took in a deep breath, his body dropping against the ground and all the tension leaving his body. Rowan let out a sigh of relief, standing by the tom as he controlled his breathing.

"I believe you have something that belongs to me," Silvermist turned her head, this time being able to pinpoint exactly where the voice was coming from. Her gaze rested on the shadows that were on her side. At first, she didn't see anything unusual with the darkness. Seconds after, a different color began forming from the dark. Yellow-green. A shape began forming from the thick shadows; whiskers, a nose. A smile appeared on her face unknowingly as Death stepped out of his hiding spot. Even though his eyes held nothing but anger and slight annoyance, his presence reassured her that she was safe.

"I would like to have her back," Death said, sending a charming smile to the rogues. He was acting like a kit asking for their mossball back. Rocket slowly pushed himself up, backing away slightly now that Death was visible. The pale grey tom swayed his tail, the shape of it masked by the shadows that partially concealed him still.

"Not a chance!" Silver let out a snarl, stepping away from Pounce's body and rushing forward. She pushed Silvermist behind her, the young grey still too shocked to even fight back. Silver was now within striking distance, both Silvermist and Death knew this. The tom's charming smile shifted into a wicked smirk. The anger in his eyes intensified as he let out a chuckle.

"And what are you going to do to stop me?" Death taunted, taking a small step forward. He lifted his head high, as if showing off the scar across his throat. Silver must have seen it, because she took a step back seconds after. Death's smirk grew, shaking out his pelt and unsheathing his deadly claws.

"Let's see if you're more of a match compared to that little kit," Death tossed his head in the direction of Pounce's body. The grey could see Silver's body shaking in pure rage. Whoever Pounce was, they were important to Silver. The rogue let out an enraged yowl, launching herself at the pale grey Four. The tom easily side-stepped, hopping to the side seconds after. Silver hissed again, taking spastic swipes at the tom. Some were quick and meant just to cause some sort of damage, others were slower but had more power behind them. Death dodged each and every one of them, backing up slowly before unleashing his own claws. His swipe was quick enough to hit the she-cat before she had time to dodge, and by the way her head jerked to the side with the attack meant it was also powerful.

In the midst of the moonlight, Silvermist could see the rogue's sleek, silver fur turn slowly red where Death had struck her. Silver let out another growl, turning her blue eyes towards her fellow rogues. "Are you just gonna stand there?" she hissed angrily.

Moon was the first one to step forward, joining Silver's side. Her own yellow eyes were narrowed, most likely at the fact that Death had killed Pounce. As a team, Silver and Moon stalked forward. They moved entirely different than Silvermist had when she was teamed with Crowpaw. She would usually fake the first attack and the blows would alter between the two, that way, at least one of them was attacking at all times. Now, Silver and Moon attacked at the same time, but approached differently. While Silver went for Death's left, Moon took his right.

Despite this, Death seem unfazed at the fact he was now outnumbered. His taunting smirk and cruel eyes remained as he dodged their attacks, leaping out of the way and rolling underneath their attack. Once, Death had dodged at the right time to make Moon's claws make contact with Silver's leg instead of him. The she-cats were out of breath, but pure anger and rage made them continue attacking. Only when Death stumbled on a ditch in the alley did they manage to claw him.

Death hissed, mostly in surprise, and quickly moved out of the way. Silvermist could see where Silver and Moon's claws had made contact. One three-claw mark on his muzzle and another near his neck, both of them bleeding and tinging his pale grey fur in red. Death licked one of his paws, swiping it down his muzzle, stopping momentarily on the wound there. He pulled his paw back, the fur wet with blood. He stared at it for a few seconds, his playful expression gone before he suddenly threw his head back in laughter.

The rogues looked at him with wide eyes. Silvermist too felt uneasy with this. Death stopped laughing seconds after, lowering his head with a smirk on his muzzle.

"You got me," his voice was rough and had the hint of laughter.

"You're insane," Rowan growled out in an accusatory tone, his eyes narrowed as he stepped away from his brother and joined the she-cats. Rocket still seemed frightened from his near-death experience. He chose to stay close to the wall.

"Hmm… just a little," Death shrugged casually, his eyes flashing in what looked like joy when Rowan had joined them. "Now let's see, three-to-one. Something doesn't seem right with that to me. Let's make this match fair, shall we?"

As he finished speaking, Silvermist could see a figure appear from the hole on the side of the building up above Death. From the end of the alley where they came from, another figure appeared and from the direction they were heading, another. The figure above Death leapt down, landing neatly beside the tom. Silvermist allowed a smile to form on her face. Pestilence.

From one end came Famine and at the other, War stood by Pounce's body. They were here to save her now. The rogues looked around, now realizing they were surrounded. Only Silver's gaze remained cold in determination. Death touched his paw to his muzzle again, looking at the blood that came with it.

"Who are you working for?" Pestilence growled out, "how did you know we would be arriving soon?"

"They wish to remain anonymous," Rowan spoke back shakily, glancing at Silver like she was insane as well. She seemed to consider fighting them, her gaze holding Death's. The pale grey tom tilted his head as his smirk reappeared.

"There is that look again… you want me dead don't you?" Death stepped forward, walking until he was almost nose-to-nose with the she-cat. "Well, why don't you try? Who knows, maybe you'll be lucky, unlike the others."

Silver let out a snarl, lashing her claws forward swiftly. Death simply took a small step back before pushing himself forward, his own claws unsheathed. Silvermist knew where he was aiming to even before his claws made contact. The rogue's throat. His claws struck with the accuracy that only came with the skill of someone who had done this plenty of times before. Silver inhaled sharply before she began coughing, the blood dripping from the wound as she backed up. Her inhales turned quickly from ragged breaths to wheezing. The she-cat dropped to a sitting position, coughing up blood before she collapsed on her side. Death stayed where he was, the tips of his claws shining with Silver's blood.

"Guess you weren't lucky," the young grey heard Death murmur, almost in a whisper. Moon let out a wail as she tried waking up Silver. Rowan and Rocket looked on in horrified eyes. Death looked at them before moving his gaze to Silvermist. He seemed to be asking her for permission, to which she simply shook her head. Despite what they had done, she believed they didn't deserve to die.

"You have three seconds to leave before I change my mind," Death snarled out, all his playfulness from earlier gone in a matter of seconds. The rogues flinched, Rocket being the first to sprint away pass War. Rowan whispered soothingly to Moon, coaxing her to follow him. With tears shining in her eyes and a deadly glare to the pale grey tom, Moon and Rowan ran after Rocket, leaving behind Pounce and Silver's bodies.

Silvermist watched the rogues leave, letting out a small sigh of relief. War and Famine walked over to Death and Pestilence, all of them looking at each other before over at the young grey. Silvermist met their gazes, letting out another breath before smiling. "Thank you," she spoke, mostly to all of them, but mainly looking at Death. The pale grey tom's wounds had nearly completely stopped bleeding, indicating that it was only a shallow wound.

"Are you hurt?"

"Did they harm you in any way?"

War and Pestilence began asking questions, walking over to Silvermist and inspecting her fur. The young grey couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at their concern. They were the one's that had been knocked out and injured, and they were worried about her?

"I'm fine. Apparently whoever they were taking me too didn't want me hurt in any way," the young grey said, repeating the words that Silver and Rowan had said to Rocket. Inside her head she was repeating Rocket's yowls and Rowan's pleas. Her gaze moved over to Death, a frown forming on her face.

Death's gaze was turning distant as he blinked before he glanced up towards the sky with a glare. He cleared his throat and blew out a breath, looking at the others before realizing the young grey was looking at him. He met her gaze momentarily before turning away.

"We have to camp out for tonight. We'd have to backtrack a little, but we have no choice now. Let's just hope we don't run into anymore trouble," as the pale grey tom began walking down the alleyway Silvermist had came from, he murmured under his breath, "but knowing our luck, that's all we're going to run into."

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"You failed me," the leader of the rogues snarled. Vulpine hated when her cats failed, but specifically at a time like this. When not only herself, but her family was in trouble. The strange group of cats that had threatened her family had asked her to simply capture and bring a cat to them. These imbeciles can't even do that for me. Her green eyes narrowed violently, but it was more out of anger for her inability to protect her family over the fact that these cats failed her.

"We're s-sorry Vulpine," the brown tom known as Rowan spoke shakily, his gaze distant, "but the cats she was with… they weren't ordinary." With a quick glance to Rocket, who was still visibly shaking, Rowan took in a deep breath to steady himself. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth out of anger.

"They killed Pounce and Silver, nearly killing Rocket as well. We had no choice. We were outnumbered and clearly didn't stand a chance. I'm sorry Vulpine, we had to retreat," Rowan spoke, taking in shaky breaths every once in awhile. It didn't seem real that Silver was gone in a blink of an eye. She was one of the best fighters and hunters in the rogue pack, and that insane tom killed her with just a twitch of a muscle. He had almost nearly killed Rocket with just a simple thought. Rowan opened his mouth to explain more, but Vulpine shook her head quickly.

"That's enough," she growled before speaking in a softer tone, "go get some rest." Rowan bowed his head before ushering Rocket and Moon out of Vulpine's den. The leader took in a deep breath, letting out a heavy sigh as she stretched her legs out. The personal guard she kept in there stood at attention when Vulpine looked at her.

"Go to sleep Mint, you deserve it," the leader murmured, returning a small smile to the grey she-cat. Mint bowed her head before leaving the leader. Vulpine closed her eyes briefly, an overwhelming sense of worry washing over her. It was only a matter of time now before-

"So they've failed you," Vulpine jumped at the cold voice, even though she was expecting it. The russet brown she-cat turned swiftly, her eyes landing on the white furred tom that had tormented her and her family. The tom's grey-blue eyes shone in anger against the pale grey splash on his face. His ghost-like white fur was bristled as he bared his teeth when he taunted. "Such great cats you have."

"If your cats are so great, why don't you do it yourself," Vulpine hissed in defense to her rogues. This earned her a fresh scratch on her cheek. It stung, but she simply clenched her teeth in anger as her response.

"Our actions are none of your concern," the tom hissed before he closed his eyes, letting out a sigh, "you failed me Vulpine. You do know what comes next… don't you?"

Immediately, Vulpine felt her throat tighten. They couldn't. "Just give me another chance," the she-cat said, almost in a whimper when she saw the other leader's cats come out with her family. Her kits were shivering beside their father. Blaze wore a frown on his beat-up face. The entire time they were waiting, the stranger had Vulpine's family beat and hidden away from the rest of the rogues. Mint had asked where they were plenty of times before and only received a faulty lie in response.

"I'm afraid we don't have time to wait any longer," the stranger spoke in his eerie voice, "we must keep the lead. I'm sorry Vulpine." With that, the tom lifted his tail in the air. The rest of the white-furred cats hissed out, bowing their heads before charging at Vulpine's family. The she-cat closed her eyes tightly, hearing the cries and yowls from her family.

Tears streamed down her cheeks and her claws unsheathed. She only opened her eyes when she felt the presence of the stranger come closer. He was standing directly in front of her, blocking her view from the massacre that was happening to her family. Vulpine let out a shaky breath, her eyes narrowed in anger.

"You deserve to die," Vulpine growled out tearily. The tom blinked at her before snorting again.

"By whose claws? Yours? I'd like to see you test your luck and try," the leader chuckled, his grey-blue eyes narrowing. Vulpine snarled before lunging forward, tackling the leader aside. He kicked out with his back legs, sending her flying over him. Vulpine landed with a thud before quickly standing up, her claws flexing against the ground before she clawed at him. The stranger blocked her attack with his own swipe. They matched blow-for-blow before Vulpine managed to claw at his cheek. The tom spat out angrily before dodging another one of her hits, slashing his claws at her throat. His cut was sloppy, but it was effective. A millimeter higher and he would've missed the kill. But he didn't miss.

"If you wanted to join your family that badly, you could've just asked," the stranger kept his claws underneath her chin before shoving her out of the way. The leader landed on the ground, her cheek resting against the rough carpet that made up the ground. Vulpine felt a tear slide down her cheek before she closed her eyes. In truth, she really wanted to be with her family. But she also didn't want to leave the rogues without a leader. Oh well, they'll choose on their own.

The stranger stood over her, his head raised higher and his gaze directed down to her. A smirk crossed his features momentarily before he snorted. "Guess luck wasn't on your side today Vulpine," he spoke as he walked across the room to a hole in the wall.

"Let's go. We have to hurry if we want to stay ahead of them," the leader spoke in a hiss to his cats before leaping out of the hole, landing on a ledge before leaping again and into an alley. He could hear his cats following him. One thought ran through his mind as his paws ran against the ground.

They had to make it to Starlit Peak before them… they just had to.

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A/N: That took forever to write but here we go. Anyways, I wish you guys a very Merry Christmas or whenever you read this XD. I'll try to have another chapter or two up before New Years.

QOTD: Who do you think the "strangers" are now? Also (this will be in every QOTD until it is revealed) what do you think Death's story is? Leave your answer to both in a review.

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.

Thank you and peace out!

~Wolfcreations17