A/N: Apologizes for such a late update. School started so I'm gonna be slow on update. I know, its poop :/ Oh well. Now back to the story-

Mother Gana: Yeah to the story!

Me: Leave woman!

Mother Gana: For such an insult you shall be punished.

Me: Oh I'm soooo scared.

Mother Gana: Oh you will be . . . . you all will . . . .

Spirit Eater

"Violetmoon, can you please pass me the cobwebs?"

I flicked them over to Leafpool as she put them on Cloudtail's cut. Dry blood clustered around his big booboo. He's such a dumbass. What kind of a cat trips a rock that's right in front of him? A Cloudtail, that's who.

Leafpool smiled at her patient. "There. All finished now."

Cloudtail let out a breath. "Thank StarClan."

"Thank StarClan you didn't cut your whole paw open," Leafpool retorted. She shook her head. "Stay in the camp for the rest of the day."

"And try not to trip on rocks," I added with a tease.

He narrowed his eyes, but nodded to Leafpool, then got up and left the den. As Cloudtail left, Jayfeather came in with a pile of herbs. He dropped them at Leafpool's paws. "Fresh."

She smiled. "Great. I'll add them to the inventory."

I let out a yawn. All day, for the past three day, I've been cooped up in this den. Thank StarClan half my punishment was over. Only one moon left. I can do this . . . maybe.

However, despite that I was staying in ThunderClan, I felt like I was still living two lives. During the day I worked hard and supported the clan, but then at night I either went off to train with Mother Gana or see Blackstar. Again, I felt guilty for not telling one-hundred percent of the truth. Though I had to live with it. This was my new home. If I was kicked from here, where would I go?

As Leafpool put away the herbs, something prodded me with my paw. Jayfeather stood before me. "Violetmoon, Hollyleaf wants to talk to you."

I looked over to Leafpool. She nodded to me. "You can go. You've done enough today."

I padded out of the den and into the camp. Few cats were sharing tongues, some were sharing a mouse or two, and of course them cute little kits playing in front of the nursery. All was your usually clan scene. Nothing out of the ordinary.

I followed Jayfeather. He led me to hiding place where I had found him and the others that day plotting to save ShadowClan. As I squeezed myself in, it came to my noticed that Hollyleaf wasn't here. Something came over me then. I felt like something wasn't right.

Once seated in the tight space, Jayfeather looked at me. His eyes were clouded with a mixture of worry and confusion. "Violetmoon, you remember how you told me how you were a half-Spirit?"

I nodded.

"Being a half-Spirit, does that entitle you to actually talk to Spirits?"

I sensed something was coming. I smiled. "You know Jayfeather, if you want to meet Spirits, all you have to do is ask."

He wasn't smiling. "I'm serious Violetmoon."

I rolled my eyes. Such a serious little kitty. "Yes I can talk to Spirits. I can always travel into spirit worlds."

"How about other kinds of spirit worlds?"

I was puzzled. "What do you mean by other kind . . ." It suddenly struck me as to what he was talking about. A knot formed in my stomach. "I-I'm not too sure about that," I said, trying not to make my voice tremble.

Jayfeather sighed. "I can read you Violetmoon. You're scared, of what I'm not sure, but you are scared of something in the Dark Forest. But you must face your fear Violetmoon."

"Why?" I asked. "Why is it so important that we must go down there?"

Jayfeather was silent for a moment. "Do you remember Rock?"

I nodded. I did recall the furless cat Spirit. Mother Gana said that Rock took it upon himself to work with Jayfeather to help fight evil, while she worked with me to fight evil spirits.

"Well," Jayfeather said. "He's . . . . gone."

My eyes widened. "Gone?"

Jayfeather nodded. "Gone. I've tried in every way possible to contact him, but it seems as if he's just not there. I think something bad might've happen to him."

"Like what?"

"I don't know!" Jayfeather sounded frustrated. "Sorry, but it's just bothering me, not knowing where he is. I'm worried for him Violetmoon. I think he might be trapped in a spirit world or something."

I felt like I might vomit. The evil spirits. Something in the gut of my stomach told me they had something to do with this. I wasn't one hundred percent sure, but I knew someone who would be.

"Jayfeather, if anyone asks, I went to gather some important herbs for you."

There was no time to explain anything as I sprinted from there, through the camp, and out into ThunderClan territory. Once I was sure no one was around, I cleared my mind, concentrated, and pictured in my head an old wooden shack with smoke rising from the skinny chimney. The world started blur and whirl around me. For a moment all was black, but then colors began to appear, and in front of me formed the very wooden shack I was picturing.

Sitting on the front steps, Mother Gana was playing panpipes. The beat and whistle of the pipes matched the same that the wind blew into my ears. When she saw me standing in front of her house, she stopped. Coincidently the wind did too.

"Violetmoon," she said, patting the space next to her. I went and sat down. She placed the panpipes next to her. "Why is it that you're here in the afternoon? Don't you think the clans will worry?"

I shook my head. "Not necessarily. I told them I was out picking herbs for Jayfeather."

She nodded. "So then what's wrong child?"

"Mother Gana, tell me what's happened to Rock."

The same look of fear Jayfeather had in his eyes appeared in hers. She looked away. Getting up, she turned her back to me and leaned against the wooden railing. She seemed to be looking far out; even farther than I could see. She was thinking.

"You're instincts are right," she said, now turning to face me. "Evil spirits are involved in this. But the situation is more serious than you can imagine."

"How so?"

"We Spirits do make mistakes. Imprisoning the evil spirits for centuries was one of them. They're angry Violetmoon. They want revenge for what we've done to them. Part of getting even is by taking Spirits and holding them prisoner in the Underworld."

I gasped. "So they . . ."

She nodded sadly. "I'm afraid so. They've been taking a lot of Spirits lately, more and more every day."

"Do you know what they're doing to the Spirits?"

Mother Gana shrugged. "They say many things. They say they're being tortured, drained of their powers, or frozen in cocoons of time so that they too are imprisoned. But I have a pretty good idea what they're doing. Deep in Underworld, there is a creature that lives in a hollow made of bones. It's called the Spirit Eater."

"Let me guess, it eats Spirits or something?"

"Correct. This creature was created by . . . . . well let's just say, the most powerful evil spirit. We don't say the name of the creator."

"Too evil to mention?"

Mother Gana nodded. "Pretty much that concept. The Spirit Eater is one of the three things that can actually destroy a Spirit."

"What are the other two?"

She hushed me. "Don't let your questions distract you. I believe the evil spirits intend to take all the Spirits and give them to the Spirit Eater. They wish to make us extinct." She let out a sigh. "They'll never learn."

I prodded her lightly with my paw. "Do you know if Rock has been given to the Spirit Eater?"

She shook her head. "No. Rock and I are dear friends. When Spirits befriend another they develop connections that become deep within us. If Rock was destroyed, I'd feel it inside. His presence is still in me, but it's weak. He hasn't got much time left."

My eyes widened. Poor Rock. Was he terrified? I know I'd be if I were about to be taken to a monster that destroys me. But perhaps Spirits don't share fear the same ways humans do.

"You want me to go down to the Underworld and save Rock-as well as the other Spirits?"

She shook her head. "No Violetmoon. I want you to go down into the Underworld, save Rock and the other Spirits, but also kill the Spirit Eater."

I raised a cat brow. "Um . . . . I beg your pardon?"

"You heard me," she said. "Kill the Spirit Eater."

Well that seemed like a big weight on my shoulders. "And exactly how do expect I kill the Spirit Eater?"

She shrugged. "I'm not sure. We've been trying to figure out how to kill it for hundreds of years, but each time we send Spirits to kill it-"

"-they end up being killed?"

Mother Gana nodded. "Pretty much."

"And how exactly do you expect I kill it if you don't even know how to?"

She smiled at me. "Because I faith in you Violetmoon. Something in me says that you know how to kill it. And I think something inside you knows how kill it also."

That let me dumbfounded for a few seconds. Then a feeling emerged in my guts. I suddenly felt like I could do this. I wasn't sure how, but I know I could do this.

I nodded. "Okay, okay I'll do it."

She gave me a small smile. "Let me warn you Violetmoon, the Spirit Eater grows stronger every time it feeds on Spirits. It was made created to be immune to any spells or attacks cast by Spirits, so you'll have a hard time harming it. The Spirit Eater will be extremely difficult to kill. To shorten it up, it will be hard."

I smiled. "Oh Mother Gana, all I have to do is get Jayfeather, go deep into the Underworld where it's flooded with evil spirits, free the kidnapped Spirits, and kill an immortal monster. Now why would you think that's hard?"

A half-moon shined brightly in the dark black-blue sky. Clouds circled around it, as if not daring to get in the way of its miraculous glow. In a way, the moon was sort of like the leader in the sky. She towered over everything else up there. That's right I said she. If it had been that way, I would've said the moon is a woman trapped in the sky. Yet even in a foreign place she is powerful. She won't let anything stop her, and so she remains high, so high that no other thing up there can stop her. Yet there is one thing that can. The sun.

Jayfeather crept out from a thicket of brambles, shaking his fur. "Stupid brambles!"

I rolled my eyes. "Do you really have to whine about plants ruining your pretty little pelt?"

He narrowed his eyes at me. "If you hadn't come up with a plan to save Rock, I'd probably be ruining your pretty little pelt."

Swishing my tail, I shushed him. "We'll battle each other later. Now, we have work to do."

"Right." He stepped close to me. "And what exactly is that work?"

"Well to visit the Underworld of course."

Jayfeather's jaw dropped, and I could see fear in his eyes. "Hang on, you said we were going to save Rock-"

"Which we are," I stated.

"Yeah but you never said anything about going to the Dark Forest."

"And that's where we hit another error. We're not going to the Dark Forest. We're going to the Underworld, the place where all evil spirits reside."

Jayfeather's jaw dropped even lower. "Um . . . . how exactly do you intended on rescuing a cat-er Spirit-by going down to the very place where his kidnappers roam free."

"Oh come now Jayfeather," I smiled. "Two powerful, smart cats like us. Why, now they wouldn't stand a chance would they?"

Even from where I was standing, I could hear Jayfeather's heart beating against his chest. I was terrified too, but I didn't want to show it. One of us had to be strong. I placed a paw on his shaking one.

"It'll be fine," I said in a comforting voice. "We'll be alright as long as we stay together."

Taking a deep breath Jayfeather nodded his head. "Alright then, let's go."

Keeping my paw on his, I closed my eyes. In my head, I pictured a dark world where death roamed in the air and happiness was not found in any inch of the place. Then I sang:

"Spirits old and wise,

Let me see your eyes.

Take me to the clouds where you thrive,

Give me the knowledge I thrive.

The knowledge I thrive."

Immediately I could feel the ground beneath my feet slipping away. Strange. When I travel to the other spirit worlds, I feel light and like I'm flying. But here, traveling to the Underworld, I feel as if I'm just falling into a never ending abyss. I guess that's how it feels in the Underworld.

Opening my eyes, all I could back out was darkness with a grey mist snaking it's way around me and Jay-

Oh crap! Where was Jayfeather!

"Jayfeather!"

Calling him in the middle of the Underworld might not have been the smartest idea but I did it anyway. There was a low coughing from afar. Running towards it, I found Jayfeather curled up on a pile of something I couldn't make out.

I ran to him. "Jayfeather!"

He coughed again, then got up and shook himself. "It was a bit of rough landing if I might say."

I whacked him. "Shut up, I haven't had that much practice."

"I'll say!"

Another whack, but I giggled a little. As Jayfeather stepped down, my eyes squinted to see what was that pile. My heart almost leaped from my chest as I saw it was a pile of dead bodies. Old rotten bodies, with decaying black skin and bones showing. I've seen human bodies before, but to see them all piled up like that made something in my stomach turn.

"Violetmoon?"

I turned to Jayfeather. "Sorry, here I'll lead you."

He shook his head. "No need, I can see in other worlds."

"You can see in other worlds but not in your own?"

"That's why irony sucks."

"It does," I agreed.

We began walking, our senses (and my powers) alert at all times.

"I still think this isn't the safest thing to do," Jayfeather said.

"Do you want to save Rock and the others?"

"Well Rock at least."

I ignored him on the last part. In my mind I was wondering how exactly I was going to find the Spirit Eater. Maybe I should try to scent out for Rock, because then I would find the Spirit Eater. Or maybe, I should try to find the Spirit Eater first and see how that turns out. Nah. I'd probably get killed. My best option at the moment was to try to find the Spirit Eater's resting place. Mother Gana had said it lived in a hollow of bones . . .

"Yuck!"

Jayfeather stepped back and lifted his paw.

I stopped walking. "What's wrong?"

"Ah, I stepped in some sort of goo or something." He wiped his paw on the dirt ground. "Don't this evil spirits know how to clean?"

"Well they're not exactly what you would call 'civilized' creatures," I pointed out. I looked down to Jayfeather paw. The goo stuff smelled familiar. It smelled like . . . .

I gasped. "Blood!"

Jayfeather became alert. "What?"

"Blood! You stepped in blood!"

I looked at where he stepped in it. It wasn't just a puddle of blood, it was a damn river of it. It seemed as if the blood was leaking from somewhere. Something in me made me following the path of red liquid. It got bigger and bigger as I followed it. Finally, I had reached a huge puddle of it. Standing right behind that puddle, was a gigantic hollow made of clear white bones. I had found the Spirit Eater's hollow.

Jayfeather and I huddled next to each other as two dark shadows floated by. I had managed to use my powers to make us blend with the surroundings and hide out scents. Evil spirits pick up scents far better than cats did.

Once they were for sure gone, I made us normal again. Jayfeather stared at the hollow in awe. "And you said the monster in there will destroy us in an instant?"

"Yep."

"And it's immune to Spirits' powers?"

"Ding-ding."

"And not even the Spirits themselves know how to kill it?"

"You're right again."

He sighed. "Then what in the name of StarClan are we going to do?"

"I'll think of something," I said. I looked at the entrance. There was a seventy-five percent chance that I would walk in there and never come out. But there was also a twenty-five percent chance I would walk in and come in alive. I hoped it would a good twenty-five percent chance.

I walked to the round entrance. Jayfeather stopped me. "Are you crazy!"

I shrugged. "Maybe a tad."

"There is no way you're walking in there!"

"Jayfeather, you can't stop-"

"Not without me anyway."

I smiled.

Jayfeather stood next to me. "We'll be alright, as long as we're together right?"

I nodded. "Right."

With a deep breath from both of us, we walked into the hollow, holding on to that twenty-five percent chance that we'll come out.

A/N: I am just the worst!

Violetmoon: Why would you do that to them!

Me: Because my parents wouldn't let me get a puppy!

Violetmoon: So you're taking your frustration out on them?

Me: Yep . . . . . and I also have writer's block.

Violetmoon: Oh that's fair.

Me: But I still want that puppy.

Violetmoon: I can't promise you a puppy, but I can promise you good reviews. Review children!

Me: And I can't promise I'll have the next chapter up soon, but I WILL have the next chapter up. Thanks! :)