A/N: Hello everybody! Welcome back to another chapter of Armageddon, hope you enjoy!

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RandomWarriorThatLikesStuff- Well, Crowpaw only hated Fishpaw because she was mean to Silverpaw at the time. Besides, you'll never know if it'll last forever. The next gathering won't be for a while, but yeah you can imagine how the clans are taking it. Nice warrior names btw.

7Annabelle43- Nice names!

Starrysong likes Snowstorms- I thought it was only fair for Fish and Crow to get together now that Silver and Death have. Nice names, I have a lot of decisions to choose from.

Forgiven4Life- Aww thanks and hey it's okay, we all get busy every once in awhile. Good warrior names, I'll have to take everything into consideration, but their warrior ceremonies will be soon.

TheFanfictionMaster- Huh that's weird but hey it's okay. Well, we'll see what ends up happening in terms of the ships XD. Thanks and you'll get your answer soon enough.

DisasteroftheDivine- Thanks and nice names btw.

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ON WITH THE CHAPTER

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Season of Death

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Fear. That was all that coursed through the veins of the young grey as she ran beside Pestilence. The unconscious, pale grey tom known as Death was draped across the white furred tom's back. After Death blacked out, Famine and War distracted the jackal, leading it away as her and Pestilence ran off. The sun had rapidly fallen, being replaced by the bright moon. The duo slowed down to a stop, Pestilence collapsing and Death rolling off of him. Silvermist stood beside the collapsed tom, trying to catch her breath as she surveyed the area. Not much had changed- all she could see was endless amounts of land covered in unforgivable sand. Her body shook with exertion as she sat down, her stomach clenching in hunger and mouth drying quickly. The run had made the trip to the stream completely useless. Silvermist looked to her side at Pestilence, who was more out of breath than her considering he had to carry Death. The pale grey tom was on his side, his flanks looking like they were barely moving from the distance she was at. Her heart clenched in worry, tears threatening to rise and spill. What would happen if he died? Was it possible for him to die?

"We need… to keep… moving," Pestilence said between pants beside her, grunting under his breath as he pulled himself up. Silvermist looked back to him. As much as she was worried for Death's condition, she was also worried for what happened to War and Famine. What if that thing ate them and is coming after us? "Come on Stella… we need to keep going."

Silvermist cleared her parched throat, lifting herself up and stepping over to Death. Each step she took now sent a wave of pain through her paws and up her legs. She hesitated by him, looking down at his chest and flanks. He's still breathing. "He's still alive Pestilence."

"I know," the white tom grunted as he maneuvered Death back onto his back, "that's why I'm still carrying him." Pestilence gritted his teeth as he began moving, a fresh breeze blowing by. It was now going to become cold in the valley. Already, the small breeze made the young grey shiver. Death seemed lifeless when he was draped limply across Pestilence's back, his head bobbing with each step the white tom took. The duo traveled up a small hill, grunting and groaning in exertion as they struggled to walk. Once they reached the top, Silvermist looked around hopefully.

Nothing but an endless expanse of sand.

Her ears flattened against her head as she took a step to go down. Silvermist gasped when Pestilence let out a huff, slipping because of the sand and rolling down the hill with a hiss of pain. The young grey ran down after him, her body slowly becoming numb to the constant displeasure. Pestilence made no move to stand as he laid at the bottom of the hill. Death was a few tail-lengths away, having been tossed off when the white tom slipped. The young grey crouched beside Pestilence, watching in concern as the tom struggled to sit up. With a frown, she placed a paw on his shoulder, gently pushing him back down. In response, the white tom snarled up at her, but she held her ground.

"We need to rest Pestilence."

"No! We need to keep going. We'll die out here Stella. We can't give up."

"You'll die if you keep pushing yourself like this Pestilence. Please."

That seemed to snap the tom out. He let out a heavy sigh, letting his head fall to the ground in defeat. A frown was etched onto his face, but he ignored her and sent a glance up towards the dark sky. Silvermist offered a small, sheepish smile before wandering over to Death. She walked around him to see his face, his eyes remaining closed and his nose moving slightly with each soft inhale. Glancing up, the young grey saw Pestilence quickly falling asleep. The white tom stretched his body out against the uncomfortable ground, grumbling something under his breath as he settled in deeper, his eyes closing. He murmured something incoherent under his breath as his body relaxed slowly. Silvermist took this time to look up to the sky.

Twice she had heard a voice in her head; one while she was taken in The City and another a day before they had entered the Valley of the Dead. Now, she stared up hopefully at the moon, the light it gave off almost blinding in the darkness. She bit her lip, begging in her mind for that voice. Some sort of sign. Anything to let her know that they were going to be okay. That they were going to live.

Nothing.

Silvermist let out a small growl, her hopeful expression turning into a disappointed glare. She felt foolish for even trying it. Boredly, the she-cat let out a small breath of air, watching as it crystallized in the cold atmosphere and blew away with the breeze. She stepped around Death once more, gripping his scruff gently and pulling him- well, trying to at least- over to Pestilence. Once the tom was close enough for their fur to brush, Silvermist stepped back around and sat beside him. She placed her tail over the tom's side, focusing her attention on it as it moved slowly.

He was alive, but for how long? The young grey's thoughts ran rampant, thinking about only the worst things that could happen. He could freeze to death overnight… or his body could just give up on him. These thoughts brought tears to her eyes and she let them fall, knowing that no one else was around to see her. Pestilence was asleep and Death was unconscious. Or slowly dying.

She laid on her stomach beside him, keeping her head up as she stared at his emotionless face, begging to see some sort of sign that he was okay. The she-cat pressed herself closer to him when another cold breeze blew by, snuggling next to him to provide the warmth he needed. Silvermist pressed her nose against his shoulder, feeling him shivering slightly against the bitter wind. What if I wake up and he isn't moving at all? For now, she could feel some sort of heat coming from him, a telltale sign that he was still alive. That he was still fighting. She took in a deep breath, his comforting scent washing over her. Only recently had his scent brought her hope instead of fear, contentment instead of anger. Safety instead of danger. Even through this, it wasn't comforting enough to stop the tears that fell from her eyes.

"Please Death," she whispered shakily against his shoulder, "please wake up. You need to keep fighting. Please… please don't give up." Her breaths came in unsteadily. A sob hit her throat and before she knew it, she was weeping against him as quietly as she could so she wouldn't wake up Pestilence. The young grey rested her forehead against his shoulder, her eyes closed. Silvermist finally decided to curl up next to him, her forehead now resting against his chest. This close, she could faintly hear his heart beating. She gritted her teeth together, knowing that there was absolutely nothing she could do to save him. It was up to him now. As she began drifting to sleep, another breeze blew by, causing her to shiver but bringing along the hope she needed.

"Don't give up…"

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"It is still following us."

War huffed as he padded beside Famine, both of their breaths coming in raggedly and bodies

shivering against the cold. The jackal was a short distance away, walking slowly but keeping up with the two toms. War tossed a disdainful look at the creature, growling breathlessly as his claws shoveled against the sand. The red brown tom could feel himself slowing down the farther they walked, a limp forming on his hind leg where the jackal had managed to bite him. He thought nothing of it when it happened, he hadn't felt it. The pain came slowly, first a burning feeling, followed by stinging and throbbing. The fact that the jackal was still trailing them didn't help either. There was only one reason it was still there.

It knew they were going to die sooner rather than later the longer they walked.

War's chest ached and his ears rang as he walked, his breaths coming in more and more heavily and his eyelids feeling heavy with exhaustion. Panic had set in a while ago when he found out it was still following them. Now, he was expecting the jackal to be there when he looked back every once in awhile. The tom sported bite wounds to his back leg and shoulder, both of them still trickling with blood and darkening the fur around it. His entire right side was throbbing since he had been thrown off the jackal. War had landed incorrectly and there was a constant, sharp pain at his side with each inhale. Famine wasn't doing any better.

One of his golden brown eyes was closed, the jackal had scratched that one. Whether or not the tom would become blind was in the back of War's mind. We have to see if we can survive this first. Famine's scruff was bleeding as well, since the jackal had dragged him across the ground roughly. War knew the tom was stumbling because the jackal had slammed it's paws on the black tom's stomach. The night continued on with the two of them stumbling into each other more often than not. The jackal would let out small yips from behind them every once in awhile, earning a sharp glare from the red brown tom.

"It is playing with us, mocking us," War seethed in anger, pausing momentarily and turning to face the jackal. The creature stopped walking, it's ears perking up and head raising. It remained frozen the longer War stared at it, like a predator that had been spotted by its prey. War only turned back when Famine nudged him gently, urging the tom on as they continued. To where they were going, they didn't know. At least Stella and the others are at a safe distance.

Twice the toms had tried circling around the jackal, and twice they were sent running again when the creature charged. So they continued walking in a straight line, to the right instead of straight ahead. They would never reach Starlit Peak this way. I do not even know if we can get out of the valley this way. War just hoped that no other predator would show up. There was no way they would be able to fight or escape from two predators. War glanced in Famine's direction, watching as the tom's once determined expression turned desperate. He knows there is no way out of this. The red brown tom closed his eyes momentarily, his fur brushing against Famine's as they padded along.

Luna… if you could here me… please help.

War opened his eyes, looking up towards the moon above his head. Out of the four, War was always the one to believe in Luna the most. Death despised her, for a reason the red brown tom didn't know. Pestilence and Famine believed in her, but not as fiercely as War. The tom knew that if anybody could save them, it would have to be Luna. His disappointment rose when nothing happened. The wind blew by more often, causing the duo to have chills racking their weakened body. They were both close to collapsing. Another yip from the jackal made them speed up again. The silence between them was unbearable, almost as unbearable as the thought of quitting. War's hope was slowly dwindling as the pain increased in his wounds. He wanted nothing more than to fall to the ground and let the jackal win.

"We cannot give up," his own voice startled the red brown tom. It came out raspy, almost a whisper in the wind. It was something the leader-like tom wasn't used to. He sounded weak. Clearing his throat, the tom repeated himself to Famine. The black tom simply glanced at him, nodding ever-so-slightly in response. War glanced back again at the jackal, watching as it casually groomed itself a few meters back. There was no way they could outrun the creature in their state. Even when they weren't injured they couldn't outrun it. There had to be something he could do.

As if in response, another breeze blew by, but it brought something else. A sound, far off in the distance but coming nearer. A howl. At that moment, all of them froze; War, Famine, and the jackal. Famine looked around desperately, his single eye widening when he saw something in the distance. War spared a glance at the jackal behind them before looking ahead of him. Up ahead was another shape. It was becoming clearer by the second the closer it got. A gasp escaped the tom's lips when he saw what it was.

A second jackal.

While the first had brown fur that resembled the sand, this one had black fur that resembled the night sky. The first had brown eyes, while this one had a dark green. It approached them almost at a trot, but War had seen how the long legs of the creature allowed it to cover more ground. It was walking at a brisk pace, it's ears perking as it stopped when it saw them. A tense silence stretched between them, War and Famine holding their breaths, as if breathing would disturb the creature and make it snap at them. It's gaze traveled over the two toms before flicking back at the jackal behind them. An idea formed in War's mind.

He glanced behind his shoulder again, watching as the first jackal flattened its ears. He looked back at the second, watching it raise its head higher in the form of a challenge. This was their escape. Famine turned his head to War as well, getting the hint at what he was about to do. If this was their only chance at escape, the red brown tom had to do it.

War had to use his powers.

Clenching his teeth, the tom sent a sorrowful glance up at the moon. Luna, if this is the message you sent, then I will fulfill your wishes. Thank you for letting me save us.

"When I use it, you run in the direction of Starlit Peak," War whispered to Famine, tilting his head slightly in the direction he should go. Famine gave him a desperate look, shaking his head quickly. War pulled his lips back slightly, growling out lowly. "You have to do that Famine. I will be fine and I will join you as quickly as I can. You know how my power works."

Famine opened his mouth, as if to speak, before he closed it and moved his shoulders in the motion of a sigh. The black tom gently pressed his nose to War's unwounded shoulder, giving the tom a slow nod. War returned it before turning to face the jackal behind them.

The tom narrowed his eyes, his pupils becoming a very thin slit. Something clicked in his mind, at least, that's what it felt like to him. An unbelievable amount of anger entered the tom's system, a deadly snarl escaping his lips and his body shivering as he held himself still. War's bones felt like they were compressing together, to the point where they felt like they would snap. His fur stood on edge as his vision blurred in a red haze. The jackal he was staring at let out a growl soon after, their pupils dilating to nearly cover the brown in them. It let out a bark, saliva dripping from the creature's jaws as it charged forward. War could faintly hear Famine running off as he stepped back, making a clear pathway for the other jackal.

The tom directed his gaze to the black jackal, repeating the process as he had done to the first. His red in his vision blinded him to the point where he could only make out blurry figures. Kill each other. Fight to the death. See who comes out on top. Before long, the two jackals met head on, tearing into each other viciously and without a moment of hesitation. Their cries of pain were drowned out by their barks and snarls of bloodthirst. War felt his body yearning to go join the fight, his mind urging him on. Prove yourself War, do not stand around and make yourself look weaker compared to those two.

War held his place, keeping himself planted by digging his claws into the loose sand. The sounds of battle continued on as each of the jackals desperately tried to kill the other. Their howls echoed eerily in the air, a sound that made the tom's skin crawl in sick pleasure. Kill each other! Kill each other! Fight! War didn't know he was crying until the noises stopped, silence filling their place. The red in his eyes slowly faded away until his vision cleared. In front of him were the two bodies of the jackals, laying in a pile of fur with their teeth connected at each other's throats.

The leader had a flashback to his final battle.

Bodies littered the clearing… cats at one another's throats… blood spilling from their opened wounds.

I was the only one left. War stared at the lifeless jackals with a frown, another tear falling as he closed his eyes at the memories. I caused so much pain… so much death. I did not deserve a second chance.

"Don't give up…"

War opened his eyes, his gaze directing up towards the moon again. A tight smile marked his face as he turned around, keeping his eyes trained ahead as he walked away from the bodies.

Thank you Luna.

The tom only blew out a shaky breath, his past threatening to haunt him as he saw his vision blurring randomly. He knew he would lose control soon, but he had to find Famine and the others.

They would understand… they are the only ones who understand.

We have come this far… we cannot give up now.

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A/N: Woo finally it's done. Idk what it was, I was struggling a bit writing this chapter. I wasn't feeling that good today and I even debated if I shouldn't write today. But hey, here I am. So, so far, we have seen Death's and War's powers.

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~Wolfcreations17