This is now... Dark Forest version! Enjoy! Hollyleaf will make big sacrifices to fulfill a prophecy... Dead cats get prophecies? OMS? How would I know? This is a Fanfic!!

Chapter Two

DARK FOREST

Ashfur

Hollyleaf's POV

"No… no! This is not true!" I gasped. I was in the Dark Forest. And I was dead. StarClan had refused to accept me. Okay, let's go way back first. I was in the tunnels, frustrated at how disloyal the Clans were at the warrior code. I was screaming, yelling. I even confessed to Lionblaze and Jayfeather that… well, that I killed Ashfur. Then, of course, the tunnels collapsed on me, StarClan's will. They probably wanted me to die. I was messing the Clans up and messing myself up. I'd be glad to take time in StarClan to heal my broken spirits. But they rejected me from StarClan. How ridiculous was that? They killed me! And then they don't let me join them. Okay, back to my memory. Small flashback…

I was confused. Everything was shadowy and black. I couldn't see a thing. Now I wished I had white fur like Cloudtail. Maybe then I'd be able to see myself. I turned, and suddenly a flash of starlight streamed passed my eyes. I saw a blurry gray shape. It was Yellowfang. She growled at me, "Hollyleaf! You are dead!" I glared right back into her orange eyes. Her fierce gaze was cold. What? How could I be dead? Then, Yellowfang stepped forward. "Do you think you can join the ranks of StarClan, Hollyleaf?" Is she questioning my loyalty? Of course I was loyal!

"Yes, I think so!" I meowed boldly. Yellowfang shook her head, and mewed, "Great. Another mouse-brain who is so certain. But Hollyleaf, do you think you can join StarClan, after what you've done?" She snarled those words out. It enraged me. I yowled, "Of course! I died for the Warrior Code!" But Yellowfang just shook her head again, and shouted, "That's exactly the problem. The warrior code isn't everything! The warrior code is not always right! It just keeps things in order, but it's not supposed to be everything!" I cocked my head. What could Yellowfang had possibly meant?

Defensive for the code, I growled, "How do you know? Without the warrior code, you might never—"

"Quit it, quit it!" Yellowfang sighed impatiently. "You can't join StarClan before you learn the true means of life! The warrior code isn't your life! Was it worth dying for?!" Her words made me… think a bit. Maybe she was right. Was the warrior code really worth my life? I didn't know the answer to any of her questions. But why can't I join StarClan yet? It wasn't right! I— Yellowfang interrupted my thoughts with a soft sigh. "Hollyleaf, you can be welcomed to StarClan anytime. But you don't understand what is right. You can only enter StarClan when fate brings you there. And I'm also going to send you a message. The holly leaves will push away the darkness of the ash. Now, farewell." Then she padded toward a hole filled with stars and light.

"Wait!" I yowled, and padded behind her, trying to leave the darkness as well. Just when my head was about to enter the starry passage, it disappeared. I screeched in agony. StarClan just rejected me, and gave me a message I didn't understand any way. Suddenly, I could see again. I was in a very dark forest. The trees were dead, and dead bracken, ferns, and plants were all over the ground. Oh no. I was in the Dark Forest. Why did StarClan do this?

Yeah. I'm unlucky, huh? Getting a very helpful prophecy and getting ejected from StarClan. I know, it's unfair. But that's my life, you know. Although, you probably guessed that I do not like my life. So yup, now I'm in this horrible, dead forest with evil cats like Tigerstar and Hawkfrost lurking around. Very remarkable. How can I survive? It's horrific! How could StarClan do that to me? When I find my way to StarClan, they will have to explain. Just when I was desperate and feeling lost, I heard a cold voice.

"Just came here?" The words sent a shiver across my spine. I recognized that dry voice of the cat who tried to kill my littermates and I. The voice belonged to the cat who wanted to destroy us. Ashfur. I couldn't believe it! He was here? I whipped around, and glared at a pale gray tom with darker gray flecks. His ice-blue eyes are still as menacing to view. Quickly I shot back, "Yes." Ashfur stepped forward, and meowed, "You deserved it. But I didn't. I didn't kill yet… But I had to come here. Thanks to you and Squirrelflight." I wanted to snarl at him so badly. So I did.

Ashfur glared right into my eyes. I felt my back fur bristle defiantly. "It's not my fault," I growled angrily. "You were the one who made me have to kill you. You were going to destroy the Clans. If I hadn't murdered you, your beloved Clan ThunderClan would be destroyed!" The cold tom stared right back at me. Okay, I don't know how, but my guess was that in the Dark Forest, he had lots of practice on cold glares. I mean, that was the scariest glare I've ever received. Seriously. It sent a prickle across my back. Fox dung!

"I don't care if ThunderClan is destroyed," Ashfur hissed, his fur bristling. "I just want you three and Squirrelflight to be destroyed!" For a moment, I actually pitied him. So much hate in one cat. Swiftly, I argued back, "Ashfur, you don't know what you might've done! I did that for the good of you!" Yuck. Did those words come out, you know, the icky way? Like… love. I didn't know what I was saying, but I figured it would make the mouse-brain shut up for a second. Okay, maybe I talked more than he did. But anyways, you get my point.

For the first time, he froze along with his big crow-mouth. Good. I continued: "If you told the secret, the Clans would go insane. It's true. It could be a harsh effect on every cat. And I mean it. You might become an outcast of ThunderClan, Ashfur. We all would. Everyone would lose so many things… And…" I didn't know how to continue. So I use my best way of life. "The warrior code would be destroyed." Ashfur's soft gaze quickly hardened again. He snarled, "I knew it! You just care about the code, not me!" What? Did Ashfur just think I cared about him…? Or did he want me to? That's gross! But if I wanted to survive…I had to.

"Do you want me to care about you, Ashfur?" I asked suddenly. Yeah, I got his attention again. Easy grip. Ashfur turned his now-enormous dark blue eyes on me. He nodded bleakly. Okay, that's sick. Keep gripping his attention… I told myself. Although it would probably make me go sick a few seconds later, this was my chance to survive. "Then I will." Guess what I did? It was the most absolutely gross, menacing thing that I don't want to do again. I pressed my pelt against his.

That means two things. One, I'm going to survive. Two, I'll have to wash my pelt again and again after Ashfur teaches me where to find water. Good. I got that clear.

Ooh, turns out Ashy may've gotten a small crush on his killer! xD I know xD HollyxAsh is weird, but I actually like it. xD I was creative!! xD I am going to be a softhearted goose and let Hollyleaf and Ashfur go to StarClan. Yes, stupid evil Ashfur will become good, and they will... 3. Yeah. You get the idea. Sick. I agree. But gives a twist.

I tried to put small humor here. Did it work? I liked the ending. xD So yay for crazy HollyAshness! xD xD xD And yup, the prophecy is ultra easy. xD