Only one person noticed the bodies.

One person.

Come on guys. Haha. Congrats to Inkie the Ink Machine for seeing that.

… It took me forever to look through my stuff. Darkfang has gray eyes. I havn't used it because I forgot… and I was too lazy to go through everything. Sorry if I ever messed up his eyes color! I might redo this story at some point.

I can't believe so many people want me to make a sequel of my terrible story! Woah! Thank you! It means a lot to me!

I have a few ideas of what to do but I want to see what you guys want to see. I mean, who do you want the focus to be on? Do you just want conflict between our fluffy, Breezetail furballs? Maybe a love interest with someone? Do you want the focus on another cat? So many questions! Anything you can give me with help. (When I was writing this… A idea popped into my head. Hehehehe…..)

Also, my Great Grandmother is dying. She is a Christian of strong faith so we have hope that when she dies, she'll get to see her husband again and live up with God but we still will miss her… Just, pray for her if you can.

This is the last chapter…. We only got to Chapter Eighteen. I honestly expected me to go on longer with how short my chapters are. Haha… But don't worry! This chapter is probably my longest one! Hopefully!

WHY ARE ALL MY AUTHOR NOTES THE SIZE OF THE CHAPTER ITSELF OR EXTREMELY SHORT?! I am going to try to change that….

Chapter Eighteen

Raspy spams of air puffed out of his mouth. (A.N. Yea, yea, I know it sounds weird… also, when did I start doing A.N.s?.) The dark furred tom's eyes flew open, his chest moving up and down quickly. What happened?

His gaze glanced to the right. He spotted a black-furred tom with a sticky red substance dripped all over him. The most active of the red rivers came from the side of his head. Who was this tom? What happened to him?

The dark furred tom pushed himself up to his paws, breathing heavily. He coughed, his head dipped toward the ground.

The sky was a shade of dark gray as clouds rolled in overhead. It seemed to be threatening a storm.

The warriors recovered, gazing over to the bloody tom. His gray eyes swept over the body of the lifeless cat. The dark furred tom's gray eyes widened in realization.

Crowfeather! He yelled in his mind. Oh Starclan...what did I do?!

Droplets of water started falling from the sky.

Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat, pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. The water seemed to taunt him. The think, scarlet liquid started to expand and become light when the water mixed with it.

Darkfang looked down at his unsheathed claws and, to his dismay, blood and chunks of fur can be seen. I-I killed Crowfeather… What have I become? I used to be a immature, flirty tom… but now…. But now…

Sound rose in his throat until it was loud enough for him to scream this off the top of his lungs."I-I killed him!" He trembled and shook, arching his head back. "I KILLED HIM!" Darkfang collapsed by his side, passing out.

Off at camp, the storm was starting to slow down and disappear. Nightcloud took a step toward the den entrance. The noise had stopped and she was curious to see if it is over. "I think it's over." She breathed her thoughts to Heathertail. The black she-cat was in the nursery with the queen.

The mother flicked her ear to let her know she heard. She finally got her three kits to sleep and she didn't want to wake them. Heathertail looked down at them and smiled softly. They are kits…. Her kits… his kits.

The light brown tabby had had a crush on the grumpy cat ever since he helped her feel better after Lionpaw's rejection. She felt broken and betrayed but… Breezepelt helped her. Even if he didn't know it.

The mottled brown she-kit was snuggled against her gray furred sister. They'll be great friends… The mother thought. His light blue gaze altered to her only son. He was away from his sisters. Why wasn't he cuddling with his littermates? Didn't he like them? Get a grip, Heathertail! They are newborns! Give them a chance. She rested her head on her paws, her eyes fluttering close.

Nightcloud smiled at the queen and her kits. The kits where her son's kits. Who knew that he'll settle down and have kits with a she-cat?

The warrior padded out of the den, relieved to feel the sun on her pelt.

Other cats looked relieved to be out of the dens as well. For example, Fernpaw was just bursting with energy. If there were walls, she'll be bouncing off them. Luckily, her sister called her out to go hunting with her. Thank Starclan! She would have been a handful.

Nightcloud settled down and let the sun bath her. She could have stayed here forever but…

"Someone help! Crowfeather and Darkfang are hurt!" The dark brown she-cat bursted into camp.

Her pale brown tabby sister dashed in after her. "I don't think Crowfeather is breathing…. And Darkfang looks like he's in shock." She reported quickly.

The amber-eyed she-cat's eyes widened. "Oh no…" She breathed. Both cats had meaning to her. Darkfang will always be her true mate and she will always love him the most, her life is proof of it, but Crowfeather was important as well. He had been there for a portion of her life, even if he was grumpy and negative. He was like… a brother. One of those brotherly and sisterly relationships where you love each other on moment and you're clawing out each other's throats the next. No one seemed to know that but it was true.

Beware of Feathers and Fangs for one will be your downfall.

The medicine cat's words came back to her.

Feathers…. Feathers… Crow feathers… Crowfeather! She connected it into her mind. Crowfeather could have been my downfall… is he? Was he? If it wasn't the 'Feathers'... Then what, or who, will be my downfall?

"I need some warriors to help me bring them back here after I think they are well enough to be moved… if they are alive." Kestrelflight announced grimmly.

I'm overthinking this! Nightcloud inwardly huffed, pushing the thought away. She was totally off. Everything will reveal itself in time… right? "I'll go." She volunteered.

"I'll help!" Fernpaw injected. "So will Larkwing!" The she-cat glanced at her sister.

Larkwing sighed softly before looking at the medicine cat and nodding sharply.

"Let's go then." The mottled gray tom meowed through a bundle of herbs. "We have no time to spare."

And with that, they were off.

The small patrol made its way to the two toms, following the sisters.

Nightcloud wrinkled her nose. The blood scent was getting stronger… and it wasn't a pleasant smell.

Nightcloud was snapped out of her thoughts from an exclamation from Fernpaw. "There they are!"

She gasped, her amber eyes widening. "They look horrible!" She exclaimed in horror.

"Nightcloud, Larkwing. Get Darkfang off of Crowfeather. He seemed to have woken up and collapsed on the tom, due to the way the blood is patterned on the floor but that also could be because of the storm." Kestrelflight got to work, his mouth running as quickly as he was moving.

How long have they been out here!?

The toms now laid side by side. Nightcloud's amber eyes fell on Crowfeather, her brother-like figure. Crowfeather's chest didn't move. His fur was cold. "He's dead." She choked, sucking in breath.

Fernpaw fell silent. That cat was her mentor. Sure, he was grumpy all the time and he liked to criticize her but…

"May he find his way to Starclan." Nightcloud breathed, dipping her head in acceptance. Tears threatened to trail down her fur.

"We need to move Darkfang so I can patch him up better." The voice snapped the she-cat out of her thoughts.

The patrol silently propped Crowfeather on Nightcloud's back, with Fernpaw helping of course, and Darkfang on Larkwing's back. They made their way back to camp.

"What happened?' Breezepelt asked, eyes wide as he padded up to them as they entered camp.

They stayed silent as Larkwing headed to the medicine cat den with Kestrelflight. Darkfang looked dead on her back.

Nightcloud and Fernpaw let Crowfeather down in the middle of camp.

"You're fa-" The mother started before falling silent. She started again, glancing up at her son. "Crowfeather is dead."

Breezepelt broke contact with Nightcloud before looking down at his 'father'. "Crowfeather…. He's…" He never liked Crowfeather. Crowfeather never liked him. They never got along. But… he still couldn't help but feel sad and grieved that he was dead.

The mother and son stood their in silence, respecting Crowfeather silently. Others came to join them and eventually it turned into the last time Crowfeather will share tongues with his living clanmates while his spirit may had not fully reached Starclan yet.

The next day, after the vigil, Onestar called for a meeting.

"With each death brings new life. Crowfeather is dead now but Heathertail bears three new kits." Onestar started, looking down at the crowed. "A life of a warrior has come too, out of his death. Crowfeather would have wanted his apprentice to become a warrior before he is buried. He has taught her well and she has excelled rapidly since she was a kit. She's ready."

Fernpaw's eyes lit up some. I am becoming a warrior! Grief swept over her as well. But my mentor isn't here to see it.

"Now, I, Onestar, leader of Windclan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend her to you as a warrior in her turn."

Fernpaw made her way in front of him so he could look down at her properly when he conducted the ceremony.

Onestar started up again. "Fernpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?"

She took a deep breath, nodding sharply. "I do." Excitement leaked from her voice.

"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Fernpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Fernfeather, in honor of Crowfeather. StarClan honors your loyalty and enthusiasm to serve your clan, and we welcome you as a full warrior of Windclan." As he mewed the last words of the ceremony, he rested his muzzle on her shoulder.

Fernfeather licked his shoulder respectfully.

"Fernfeather! Fernfeather!" The clan's voices rose as they started chanting.

Fernfeather… Breezepelt mused silently. It suits her. This was true. Her spirit was bright and her mood was always bright and free, much like a feather in the wind.

As the clan was dismissed, Breezepelt went off by himself. It was done. Crowfeather was gone. Darkfang and Nightcloud could live in peace. He had Heathertail and his new kits. Fernfeather just earned her warrior name, in honor of Crowfeather, no doubt! Everything seemed to settle down.

Even if this was true, no one knows what the future will hold.

No one will know what will happen.

No one can uncover its mysteries… except time.

Time is the only thing that can discover it.

Time is precious.

Time is key.

Time.

The End