Hi guys! I checked the traffic stats thingy and it said that my faithful readers are still reading! Thank you guys soooo much! It makes me so happy to know that I'm not writing to anyone but the air. And thank you V and Nimby so much for commenting. You guys are great friends and thank you for noting that I've been trying to put in greater detail and 'deep mushy stuff' into the fic.

Anywaysers, I'm sorry to have kept you guys waiting for a few days (a week) but here it is:

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Aroura kept her head low. Very low. She neither wanted to look up or around herself and at the moment she felt terribly selfish. Her greedy thoughts hungered for information and her feelings caused grief and despair to her leader. Aroura wondered when she started to consider Giffinstar as her leader. Up till now she was more of an easy-going mother figure and great friend. She dared to glance upward.

The disgruntled form of something that would have before conceived the idea of being a cat had its trembling shoulders all the way down to the dew forming grass as its cool liquids soaked into her foreheads fur. It's now small and diolated pupils trembled as bad as its shoulders while they dashed around its eye gelatin to study the mud that dirtied its muzzle. This figure of a once well-known she cat had an expression of madness. Of uncertain determination. She wore an insane smile that would frighten a lion into the deepest recesses of its bloody mind. Her tail twitched savagely and repeatedly; dragging it in the mud littered with lake bugs.

Aroura gasped inwardly and hanged her head in shame. Her own paws were soggy with the grassy muddy mixture that was the ground she was walking on. She needed some form of comfort or nurturing. Heartbeat after heartbeat she longed for someone to say, 'its o.k.…..I'm right here.' Someone to tell her that everything's going to be alright.

A supporting shoulder touched hers and whispered into her ear, 'This isn't your fault Aroura. Don't worry, and remember….I am right beside you whenever you need me.'

Aroura turned her head to her right and saw a splotch of silver fur disappear into the forest like a ghost.

Thank you.

Those silent thoughts were left in the breeze. For some reason it chilled her bones and something deep within told her to take herself and all she loved out of it.

If she did not she might just end up like her precious leader.

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(Listening to: 1. Relaxing music - Soft Dreams - 'Griet's Theme' on YouTube as I write.)

Night head thundered. Its complaining throbs ached and pounded against her strong skull. A gentle breeze waved through the silky night fur that she called her wolf pelt. The beautiful stars that sprinkled the night as black as her fur and turned it as bright as her eyes. Said eyes studied the stars of silver linings that created the beautiful scenery.

The crickets of the early day made the orchestration of the beautiful music match the stars as they reflected on the smooth surface of the still liquid that was the lake. Night slugged trough the muddy ground and stepped into the cool liquid sky. She swung her head upward so fast it all most snapped.

Her internal cries rang through the ripples in the waters and through the trees of her new-found home. Eyelids closed she threw her feelings at StarClan. I was a silent cry. One no one could hear. Suddenly a breeze blew past her body and towards the open lake. The deep recesses of the dark never-ending pit of black. The wind…it coaxed her to it. It pushed her deeper. She struggled to regain herself. Her head dropped.

(Fujiyama-Geisha-7th_Eve [soft music])

Liquid tears rippled the lake water. She kept her eyes open as the Lillie pads floated past her legs. The silver sparkles of fish flew past her and seemed not afraid of being caught and slaughtered. They didn't care….why should she? She deserved it. It was all because of her…so confused….why?...she didn't understand. Her legs weakened. Eyes still open. Thoughts still swimming. Like the silver fish….into the water. Someone cried.

The water struck hard. Some gushed into her eye lids and in her muzzle. The muffled screams of the one calling for her intensified in pitch in an act of desperateness. She didn't care. It didn't matter to her who the familiar voice belonged to. She was in desperate need of relaxation. She was in desperate need of a break. For some reason she thought that perhaps the lake would provide her with those things. Perhaps the secret lies in the lake.

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Night opened her eyes to find herself dry. She was sitting on the lake shore exactly where she was before she entered the water.

"Night, your spacing."

The black beauty briefly wondered who Night was and immediately scolded herself for being stupid. "Oh." Hoping to satisfy the one speaking to her, and simply continuing to look out onto the lake. How strange.

"Oh? Night, please stop. Griffinstar needs our help. I think something's wrong. It feels strange out tonight and I don't like it."

Night quickly got on her paws and turned to face Aroura. "What'd' you mean? Is something wrong?"

"You mean you haven't noticed the way our leader has been acting. Something feels terribly wrong. We need to help Griffinstar get out of this wind and back to camp."

"The wind…" memories of the visions the breeze gave her flashed through her still recuperating mind…"why the wind?"

"I don't know but something's different. The breeze no longer feels cool and inviting. It no longer carries the smell of fresh prey but of death and gore to come in the near future. I what out; its giving me weird ideas….."

"Join the club."

Aroura looked at her with curiosity and with eyes that (as always) wanted to know more.

"I'll tell you later."

She gave a curt nod and turned quickly to her leader with no further questions.

Night sighed and followed. She silently wondered who…or what changed her wind.

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Blood red eyes that crept in the shadows of faith and doom smiled wickedly as he intruded on Nights thoughts. Like the troubling breeze he mastered he sunk back into the forest that was now foreign to Thuderclans inhabitants.

He was enjoying himself.

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This one is a little longer! Yay! Unfortunately, between school and homework and stuff like that it took me like a week. Gomendasai! I feel so bad! And by the way I've been trying to figure out what I'm going to do with the evil dude. You guys know him. He was V's character and she usually came up with what he was going to do. He is a great character and it's going to be fun using him in this fic. But if anyone does have any ideas to help me out a little than I would greatly appreciate all your help.