**This story has no relation to Midnightstar. I made Nightbreeze up entirelly by myself. If you can't figure it out, it takes place in ThunderClan.**

Nightbreeze: The Forgotten Love

Not all cats are born evil. A dark time would fall upon ThunderClan after the birth of a sweet she-cat. She never planned that her life would end up the way it did. Sometimes hearts just freeze solid by the nighttime breeze.

We visit ThunderClan as a warm heart is frozen solid.

A cold metal bar clanked shut. A beautiful black she-cat caught the last glimpse of her mate as she was captured my Twolegs. "Wait for me Sharpstorm." she cried out in desperation. "I will return to you!"

Just as the monster moved out of distance, Sharpstorm called out to his abducted mate. "I will love you until the forest burns Nightbreeze."

Nightbreeze would remember those word for her entire life. Every bite of the kittypet food and every escape from the metal cage she would remember the last word she heard her mate speak.

It had been several seasons, but she could see the forest in the distance. It was were Sharpstorm and the whole of ThunderClan resided. If she tried hard enough, she could recall the smell of the forest and the taste of fresh kill.

She had seized every opportunity that had arrived to escape. Her Twolegs didn't even allow her outside anymore. Not after last time she tried to escape.

"Who knew there were so many dogs in this territory." she thought out loud. There was no other cats around. The only response was the hissing hole in the floor.

Nightbreeze walked over to the invisible wall and stared out into the garden. She could smell the birds that were splashing in the floating pond.

Suddenly a small Twoleg opened the door. As is was slowly closing, a gust of wind knocked it open. There was no way in StarClan that Nightbreeze was going to miss this chance.

She shoot out of the Twoleg den as quick as she could. Her heart beat so fast as she hoped over the fence and into the next yard. If she remembered correctly, there was no dog in this piece of territory.

Nightbreeze's paws landed on a lush yard. Birds were chirping and she could hear a rabbit rustling beneath the bushes. It had been forever since she had eaten something edible. Those pellets the Twolegs had given her were worse than crow-food.

Her black paws padded silently across the grass. Her body fell back into the form that was natural to her. The juicy scent of rabbit flooded into her nose. It was so close she could touch it, and she did. She swiped her claws out and cracked the rabbits neck.

The rabbit was quickly torn apart by tiny snapping teeth. Nightbreeze chomps on the rabbit silently under the relative shelter of the bush.

She takes no effort to hide her meal. That will take precious time and she wants wants to reach the forest my night-fall. Sharpstorm is calling her, and she must answer his call.

As she pads along the fence post, she can see the forest grow closer and closer. Her heart speads up as the smell of dense forest reached her nose. It brought back all the memories of home.

The sun was setting as she at last leaped off the fence posts. Her paws were cracked and sore from walking on the too narrow wooden fences.

She reluctantly stopped for the night, and made a comfortable little nest. Almost as soon as she curled up, she gently drifted off into sleep.

As the sun began to rise through the trees, the sleepy she-cat rose. Morning dew slid off her fur as she shook herself out. It splattered against the leaves that grew on all sides.

As Nightbreeze began to head through the forest, it began to feel like home again. The rustling of branches sounded like sweet music after listening to monsters run by for the past several seasons.

Suddenly cats tore through the barrier of leaves. They skidded to a stop when they Nightbreeze chomping on a mouse she had recently caught. All three cats stared a the newcomer until at last one of them moved.

Fawnleap threw herself on her best friend. "I never thought I would see you again. Amberstar even announced to the whole Clan that you were dead." She showered the black she-cat's head with licks galore.

Spicepaw, who had been Spicekit when Nightbreeze was still in the Clan, walked up to the new warrior. "Are you the one that got stolen by Twolegs?" he asked and stared right into the warriors black eyes.

Oakstorm stayed back. He has never been really close friends to Nightbreeze, but it was more than that which kept him away from the she-cat. He was best friends with Sharpstorm, and he knew things that he knew would break Nightbreeze's heart.

That didn't stop Nightbreeze from giving him a good natured hug. When she pulled away, she asked the question that Oakstorm had been dreading. "How is Sharpstorm doing?"

Fawnleap eyes quickly flashed with a look of horror. Spicepaw looked confused. He hadn't known Sharpstorm when Nightbreeze was his mate.

Spicepaw opened his mouth to say something about Rainsong when Fawnleap stuffed her tail in her apprentice's mouth. "Don't say a thing." she whispered silently.

Oakstorm found a clever way to avoid answering this himself. 'Why don't we go back to camp to see him." He forced a smile onto his face for the reunited she-cat.

Nightbreeze's face lite up. This was the moment she had been waiting for years. She could finally smell Sharpstorm's sweet scent, feel his heartbeat as she slept, and wake up and see his beautiful brown eyes.

Fawnleap frowned a bit at Oakstorm's proposal, but couldn't think of a way to deny it. Nightbreeze was a logical she-cat and could accept the inevitable. She had been proclaimed dead to the whole Clan, so she would understand what happened.

As the patrol headed back to camp, they stopped to uncover the prey they had buried earlier. Spicepaw proudly held a sparrow in his mouth. "I want to be called Spiceflight." he calmly told the cat he remembered from his kit days.

Nightbreeze ignored him. She was too busy thinking about her long-lost mate. It had been forever since she had seen him. There was so many stories they could share together.

When she walked into the camp, she saw the familiar forms of all her friends. They ran up and hugged her, but not the one cats she was looking for.

Her ears pricked up; she heard his all familiar mew coming from the nursery. She couldn't figure out exactly why it was coming from there, but it was defiantly his voice.

Nightbreeze didn't even hear Oakstorm and Fawnleap calling for her to stop. She pushed aside the brambles and entered the nursery.

Her brain staled. What she saw couldn't register in her head. One of her close friends Rainsong was nursing two kits. "The she-cat is Nightkit, and the tom is Breezekit. I named them after Nightbreeze." Rainsong was telling Sharpstorm.

"They are beautiful just like their mother." purred Sharpstorm into Rainsong's muzzle. Neither of the two cats seemed to notice they had an unexpected visitor.

Nightbreeze stared in shock at the two kittens. Breezekit looked exactly like Sharpstorm so there was no denying who the father was. Nightkit was a miniature version of her mother. There was no doubt in Nightbreeze's mind of who the parents were; Rainsong and Sharpstorm.

Rainsong turned her head and spotted Nightbreeze standing at the entrance. "Oh... hello Nightbreeze. We though you were dead." she said in a dream like voice. "I thought you were dead."

Sharpstorm couldn't even get his words together. He just stared at between his two mates. Just as well for him because Nightbreeze walked right past him.

She peeked at the little kits. "They are so cute." she told Rainsong. That was all she said, and then she walked out.

Oakstorm let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Fawnleap was relieved that Nightbreeze didn't do anything stupid. She looked extremely calm outwardly. The fact that Sharpstorm had taken a second mate didn't seem to phase her.

Nightbreeze went to all the daily activities with a certain calmness. When nighttime approached she purposely volunteered to watch the camp. Amberstar agreed feeling that is would help Nightbreeze become part of the Clan again.

As the crickets delighted the darkened forest with its beautiful song, the whole of ThunderClan drifted off into sleep. All except Nightbreeze that is.

She moved from her position outside the entrance of the camp into the empty clearing. Her footsteps didn't make a sound as she placed one foot in front of the other. Any cat looking out of their den would see a moving, silent shadow.

Silently she moved aside the brambles that concealed the nursery. It was too bad for Rainsong that she was the only nursing she-cat at the moment. Nothing would alert her of her impending doom.

Nightbreeze slunk up to the three sleeping forms. Nightkit was the first to go. Her throat slit easily under her sharp claws. Her blood gurgled and dripped in Breezekit.

She quickly made away with him too. The kits were tossed to the side; their combined blood pooled on the nursery floor. Nightbreeze gave herself a quick smile and headed over to the sweet sleeping Rainsong.

Her one time friend had stolen her mate. Too bad she hadn't known the price of her decision before she made it. Sharpstorm was hers until the forest burned to the ground. He had promised her that, but it was clear that Sharpstorm no longer loved her. 'If she couldn't have him, then no one could,' thought Nightbreeze.

Nightbreeze loomed over the she-cat. With all her might, she swiped her claws at the sleeping queens throat. Rainsong's eyes flashed open for a second, but then closed permanently.

As her blood flowed onto the hard packed ground, Nightbreeze slipped in it. Her fur was covered with the sticky sweet blood of another cat. When she smiled, her teeth glowed red.

As her perfect murder was completed, Nightbreeze walked out of camp. Every step she took, her paws marked a blood red footprint on the ground traveling out of the ThunderClan clearing.

The murder was discovered in the morning when Fawnleap went to see her friend's kits for the first time. The sight that greeted her was gruesome. Blood was splattered everywhere. When Fawnleap went to tell Nightbreeze what had happened, she found the camp's guard nowhere to be seen.

Sharpstorm followed the tracks made with the blood of him family until they melted from view. Everyday, he would walk out to that spot and stare into the distance.

When he finally became an elder, he would tell the story of a broken hearted she-cat every time a kit asked him for a story. If the night was dark and scary, he would end it by telling the now terrified kits that... Nightbreeze was never found.

But, now you know that Nightbreeze was seen again. She joined BloodClan as Psycho. Her gruesome legend would only increase among the rogues and loners of the Twoleg place.

** I will still except cats, but I have plenty that I have lined up to write. The order of the next chapters will be Littlefeather: The Abductor, Choasheart: The Psycho, Twigtail: The Cannibal, and Snowtiger: The Watcher.**