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The winds chilled him to the bones. Grass whipping at his ankles, calico fur knotting as he tried to walk the path. Wildfrost glanced up into the sky. His ears flat as he searched the long, endless moorlands.

Darkness swallowed the entire territory, horrid scent filling his nostrils. There was no sound other then the howling winds as he collapsed, paws numb and burning. "Hello?" Wildfrost's voice was low, weak and rumbling as something walked past his sight.

"Hello." A blast of hot air hit his face. Crowfood-scent burning his nose as he jumped to his paws. Backing up with wide eyes, fur bristling out.

It was the same black tom with green eyes. The scent of decaying flesh stuck to him heavily as the tom swayed on his paws. He seemed to be rotting himself, fur falling off in clumps, the greenish flesh hanging off on a almost complete skeleton.

Wildfrost felt bile raise into his throat as he turned away. Throwing up his dinner as he tried to get the sight out of his mind. How is that possible? He should be dead!

The cat let out a dry laugh before wheezing. Head tossed back at an angle that made his neck look broken. "The decaying has began already! Watch as your clanmates start to rot before your eyes!"

Digging his claws into the dirt he snarled. The decaying had begun already? Did that mean the sickly were going to die? Glaring at the rotting tom he spat, forcing the bile to go back down.

"What power do you have over this?" Fear struck him as he gazed at the tom. Was he one of the Gods? It took a moment to go through all the ones he knew, but the power and appearance didn't fit. "What are you?"

The tom stopped for a moment. His jaw hanging open, foam dripping onto the grasses. "Plague!" He spat, spitting the yellow coloured foam at his face.

Shaking his head violently, Wildfrost huffed. This was the question he had gotten the very first time. That night had been burned into his head as he tried to forget it. And moons after that he had nightmares he tried to also bury and forget.

"No, what are you, no who." Lifting his head up he glared down the decaying green-eyed cat. This was something he needed to know if he was to help FunkeClan's ill ones. And he wasn't going to this leave this dream-place until he knew.

Plague chuckled as he started to walk unevenly at the warrior. Mouth hanging open even more, green eyes blazing wildly, dangerously. "I am theplague and nothing more!" Letting out a snarling howl the tom leaped at him. Claws raking down Wildfrost's sides as he snapped at him with broken teeth.

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The den was quiet during the night. A cold breeze ruffled his silver fur, greenish-yellow eyes blinking at the calico tom beside him. Hazelwind sighed inwardly, his tail twitching as he frowned.

Through the past few moons he and Wildfrost had gotten close. Much closer then he ever thought he would be able to. It made his heart flutter as he remembered the first time Wildfrost, at the time Wildpaw, had taught him to climb a tree.

It was scary, being that high and looking down at the ground. He remembered seeing it and not being able to move, not until Wildfrost had promised to never let him fall. At the time it made him feel warm, heart thudding as he watched the young tom leap up the branches effortlessly.

A muffled meow brought his head up and out of his thoughts. Blinking over at where Wildfrost slept, curled up, paws twitching with his tail lashing. Is he okay? Worry flushed over him as he slowly got to his paws.

"Wildfrost, are you okay?" Nudging the long-pelted toms shoulder he frowned. Was he having a bad dream? "Hey, wake up,"

The calico made a soft hiss before his eyes flew open. His fur bristled as he leaped to his paws, breathing heavily as he shuttered. Hazelwind quickly pressed into his side, offering something for the tom to lean against for support.

Wildfrost seemed to snap out of it, his breathing slowing down to normal as he glanced at the large warrior. "T-thanks Hazelwind," he managed to choke out, sitting down as he flattened his fluffed out fur.

The warrior nodded, tail wrapping protectively around the smaller tom. He generated his powers to a small flame, just enough to warm up his own body and give warmth to his friend.

"No problem," he mewed, adding hesitantly "bad dream?"

The way Wildfrost shuttered and his eyes narrowed, glancing at the shadows made the answer clear. Giving a smoothing purr he licked down the bristled fur on top of his friends head. "The dream is over with, and I'm here if you need me." He meowed softly.

Wildfrost relaxed against him, a small purr rested in his throat as he closed his eyes. The two stayed like this, soon enough Wildfrost curled up against his side. Falling asleep, much more peacefully them before.

And Hazelwind stretched out, his tail laying across the calico's flank. Warmth filled him as he gazed down at the sleeping tom. Wildfrost looked so peaceful, head nuzzled into his shoulder.

Hazelwind laid his head down onto his paws. Pressing his cheek against Wildfrost's as sleep tugged at his pelt once more. The faint moonlight lit the forms of the two sleeping toms. Stretched out between their two nests, the silver curled around the calico as they snored softly.

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