Author's Note:

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Chapter 25:

It's Not Over Yet... Although We Will Still Remember the Taste of Victory

-Miststar's POV-

It was a ghastly figure. There was something black hiding it. The top of it hid the figure's face.

"Wh-Who are you?" I asked. The figure didn't move.

"I sense fear," it boomed. I shivered.

"Who are you?" I repeated. It laughed.

"You should already know me. I am power itself... death itself... hell itself...," it whispered. Hell?

"W-What's hell?" I asked. It chuckled.

"Hell is fear. Hell is what hu- two-legs fear. Hell... is like the place you know as The Punishment Room," it replied. I crouched.

"Whatever! If you are the source of Deathstar's power, then your death will be your destiny!" I hissed. It didn't move. Would it make the same mistake as Deathstar? I pounced. This was my chance! There was no time to think about it. Instead of landing on the black fur, I went right through him. "What?" I muttered.

"Your attacks are nothing," the figure said. I turned around. Black strips were trailing out from... it.

"What?" I asked.

"Your attacks are nothing compared to what I can even feel!" it said. I backed away. "I'll be back. I must heal. I will see you again." With that, it started to fade until not a trace of it was there. Deathstar's body continued to bleed. An awkward moment of silence hung.

"He'll be back?" I whispered. I snapped out of it. It wasn't the time to think about it. I looked at Windmoon. His lifeless body lied there. It was my fault he died. I knew I had his kits. Turtleherb said so himself. Now those kits would never know their father. I turned around as I started to trot away. I flinched. My wounds... no the pain... they weren't from my wounds. They were simply from my heart. I staggered back to camp. "Dammit. I've failed."

Songkit came running to me. She had ran away to hide when the thing emerged from Deathstar's body. The sun was rising. I sighed. To every night... there will eventually be a light to help us live through another day. "Are you okay?" she asked. I nodded, smiling.

"Yeah," I replied. She took a peek at my belly. Her eyes widened.

"You're kind of fat... oh! Do you have kits?" she asked. She sounded excited. I laughed.

"Of course. Don't worry, it's not your fault Windmoon is dead. His spirit will rest soundly within his kits," I mewed pleasantly. Yes, it was only true. His death will not be for nothing though. I will also watch Songkit grow up to become a wonderful warrior with my kits. I almost forgot about that thing. I silently hissed. It wasn't over. No, this was just the beginning of a much harder time.

"A-Alright," mewed Songkit. She seemed to be comfortable with what I said.

"Let's go back," I suggested. She nodded, carefree. Maybe one day... I could live without much of a care. Only prey would disturb me. I smiled. That's when I'm in DreamClan. For now, I'll just enjoy having something to fear. As I entered camp, cats greeted me joyfully.

It was over... for now.

Can anyone guess what the sequel will be about? It's pretty obvious, but I will not tell you if you don't have a guess. :P Now, I'm not sure what to talk about...

I guess...

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The story isn't over yet though! Keep waiting for more chapters! :3 By the way, sorry this was short!