Wait one Aslan sized roar, did you think that was the end? are you mad? you're not getting away from my stuff so easily!

cjfreeman, no one is being magicaly resurected, sorry but they are not :D we'll find out if Misto can cope in the next wo chapters :D and i know it was sad but it was necissary :D

HGP, yea, compaired to you i am such a mass murderer :D yea i didnt want to kill tugger but once i did it it fit soooo well with what i origanilly had planned, and its will end perfectly, i'm sure you'll agree (was that a rhyme?) (well i hope you'll like the ending next chapter) :D

MunkusQueenAngel2010, Ima glad you see my reasoning, i wasnt sure any of you would :D and im so glad you dont hate me! aww dont cry, Rember listen to the all knowing Tugger, Celebrate his death! i hope you like this equally sad chapter, (i dont think this one will make you cry tho) :D

Well here you go :

As these thoughts whirled around my brain and the world went out of focus I savoured the taste of my mate and the feel of his still warm body. Soon enough I couldn't find my way back from the void, it went black.

Tears of an Angel - Ryandan

Part 2

I woke in a cold sweat that night. I sprung out of mine and Tuggers den, I had to make sure he was ok, that nightmare had really given me the creeps. I jumped through into the clearing and ran about searching of Tugger, tonight he was on guard duty.

"Misto, what are you doing out?" a voice called behind me, I turned almost relieved when I saw Plato and Munk stood together.

"Oh, its you," I sighed with a small smile, the two stood with mirrored expressions of worry.

"I was wondering, have you seen Tugger, its just its rather silly but, I had a nightmare, and there was a huge fight and I'm worried about him," I smiled blushing a little at my silliness. Plato put a hand to his forehead in exasperation as Munkstrap sighed before walking up to me as if I was an ill kitten.

"Misto" he spoke soothingly as he reached a paw to me.

"Yes Munk?" I questioned as I took his paw, slightly confused, I heard Plato murmur to himself, it sounded like 'sixth time this month'

"You need to come with me," Munk said simply. I nodded not sure what was going on, I just wanted to make sure Tugger was ok.

After a little while I remembered what path we were taking, we were going to Tuggers old den.

"Why are we going this way? Is he here?" I questioned as I followed along, a slight itching at the back of my mind as we got closer.

"In a way…" Munk trailed of as he pushed back the dusty curtain entrance it was pitch black until I walked into the threshold. Candles lit up instantly with a magical purple glow. Munk ordered me to sit on a cushion in the middle of the room. I did as I was told despite how confused I was. As I sat a image lit up in the air in front of me. It was me.

"Munk?" I questioned a little nervous as I looked back to him. Munk just watched the image looking forlorn. I copied him and looked back to other me. The Misto on the screen looked upset.

"Hey, Misto," said the me in the image. He gave me a small smile.

"This is really awkward I know, but there's something you need to know…" the me on the image sighed, a tear escaped his eye.

"Your dream, the reason you sitting there, wondering where Tugger is, it was real and I'm so sorry, I know you must think this is a sick joke which is why I made this for you." image me sighed, my mouth simply fell open and I had no idea of what to do next.

"You, Me…we are suffering, According to Jenny, from some fort of short term memory loss caused by a traumatic event in our past, its probably correct. You see, Tugger is dead and you have nightmares every so often, after…it…happened I suffered from them every night, I kept forgetting what happened so when it slowed down to every other night I made this, I hope it'll help but you'll stop having them eventually, hopefully." the other Misto sighed, another tear rolled down his face. I sat still to numb to really think of moving ever again.

"But Misto, our kits are suffering, they need you to be strong, they miss not having someone to look after them and help them, honestly we haven't been able to do much for them" Misto pause as he waved someone over that wasn't in sight. Soon enough Mira came and sat next to the other me and Darin sat behind him.

"But it's getting better, I promise," other me smiled as his kissed Mira's head fur as she put her head on other me's shoulder.

"Oh but, Dad, you'll remember what's happened since then soon enough, Darin got a surprise but maybe he should tell you in person but trust me its good, and nothing much has happened to me, but by the time you see this its probably changed…" Mira soon trailed of babbling to herself, she only talked like that when she was scared or upset.

"Father, you are ok, your coping and despite the fact I run from your hugs I love you for it" Darin spoke quietly from behind. I watched him carefully. It was obvious he had changed since the battle and that what I had been told about Tuggers death was real. He had more muscle now, his shoulders were broader, a look of maturity that he hadn't possessed before, he had been through a lot to get eyes that told the story of a million years. He had taken it rough.

"He's a mush ball really," Mira smiled, other me simply got him in a playful headlock before squeezing his shoulders lightly.

"Well, that's all, go find the Kits, they're probably waiting for you" Other me smiled before the image disappeared. I turned to Munkstrap slowly.

"Munk please tell me this is a joke," I whispered, Munk shook his head. Tears rolled down my face. Munk came and sat next to me, I leaned into him and he wrapped an arm around me, I knew he was probably going through the same thing as me, Tugger was his brother, his own flesh and blood.

"How long since…" I trailed off, I wasn't able to finish my question.

"Three months and five days," Munk sighed.

"I don't believe it…I-" I stammered before being cut off.

"You're going to have to Misto," Munk breathed letting my tears splash on his fur.

"Where are my kits?" I questioned as I stood up ready to see them.

"They're probably waiting for you outside, they know when this happens, they feel your pain." Munk frowned as he walked me out. As soon as I stepped out of the den the candles flickered and died. Sure enough Mira pounced on me and Darin stood watching, he looked so tired.

"You ok Dad?" he asked quietly as Mira clung to me.

"I'm…Alright" I nodded a little as I watched him.

"So there is a surprise I hear…" I trailed off thinking back to what other Mira said.

"Yea, there is," Darin smiled a little wider now.

"Well?" I questioned expectant, I wanted to keep my mind off of, stuff.

"You remember myself and Kayley, that we kind of got together, we're mates now" he smiled. I nodded, that wasn't so surprising, they always liked each other, I Guess both or their fathers dyeing had brought them closer, made them Gel.

"Wait, there's more," Mira smiled, I grinned, Memories started to drip back through my mind of recent events, some of his burial some of myself freaking out for the first time after a nightmare had been revealed as true. Some of my sons mating dance.

"Well, you're a granddad" Darin shrugged nonchalantly despite the hugest smile on his face. My mouth fell to the floor.

"When did this happen?" I stammered over my question a little.

"Well it kind of finished happening say…twenty minutes ago" Darin smiled. My mouth, if possible opened wider in astonishment.

"What are you doing here then?" I practically shouted before ordering him to show me the way back to his kittens.

That night healed a hole in my heart. The kittens were totally entertained as I showed them magic and they learned their own and it helped to fill that hole in a little.

It upset me a little that they would not know Tugger in the way their parents did but I made sure they knew who he was. I showed them memories often, told them stories and told them what he hated and loved, and what I hated and loved about him. They didn't grown up oblivious to their family like I did, the only person I knew in my family other than my sister was my mother and she died before I even had the physical capacity to defend my sister and myself. I sung to them regularly, the song Tugger used to hum me to sleep with. When I first sung it they cried, but soon it became as much a part of them as it had of me.

I knew that one day they would sing that song to their sons and daughters and they would to their own and it would continue like that and after generations that song would be so widely known. It would become the song that other tribes would associate us with, it would become our trade mark.

YAY! Misto is getting better, cute kittens, love them soooo much! ... but wait, will it stay happy?

Right, the next chapter is the last chapter so i would like to know, do you think it will be happy of sad? tell me in a review plz! lol i am hyperactive, afterall, there is only 16 days till christmas (depending on where you are)