AN: I am sooo good at waiting! But yeah, I've had some time and figured I'd start working on another chapter! I am going to take your decisions into account though, but I haven't really gotten any reviews or anything. It's literally an afternoon after I uploaded the last two chapters, 2 & 3 but I'm kind of bored and I do have some spare time so I think I'll continue this now. By the way, just saying this now, I'm not one of those people that needs reviews to continue. It's basically whenever I'm in the mood or have time to write basically, and I do try to keep on a timeframe. But as you can see already, I fail horribly. :P. So I'm going to try to update pretty regularly but don't count on me for that. I'm bad with knowing what day it is alone! XD! No excuses, I know (but I am XD!) and I probably should stop babbling and boring you all, so I hope you enjoy!

-Faded ;3

Ember- Chapter 5: A Bad Feeling

They appeared in a small cave, a small hole in the ceiling the only source of light. "Welcome to my secret place. We are safe, and quite hidden, for we are in a cave below one of the great few forests in the Void." Celestial meowed, gesturing with her tail.

"It seems you were, indeed, in a fight." Shell meowed, his dark icy blue eyes scanning them. He rushed over to Shadow to get a closer look of her wounds. "It does seem magic lowers a great deal of damage." Shell mused, looking at her wounds closely, though of course meaning the rest of them, having no wounds whatsoever. "Come with me, Shadow." He led her to a small place that already looked like a medicine cat den, moss on the ground, with a small dip in the ground filled with water.

Breeze followed them, at a loss for what else to do. Shell nodded at Breeze before padding into a corner of the cave, and scooping out some cobwebs with his paw. "If you want to help, wet some of that moss with that water there." He instructed Breeze, and she did so.

As Breeze tore off a piece of moss from the floor, Shadow began to speak. "Breeze, you did good with your fighting today. I saw you helped and took care of our enemies. Today was relatively clear of wounds, but I fear it may not be the same next time. In the battlefield, your family and friends are only your enemies, or allies. Be prepared to shed some blood next time. Not every battle is so clean, and from what I've seen back in the Clans, we were lucky to escape without anymore than one wounded. Do you understand, Breeze?" Shadow asked, her eyes fixed on the younger she-cat.

Breeze nodded, looking at Shadow. "But he was my brother, Shadow. I couldn't hurt or maybe even kill him!"

"I know, Breeze, I know. But in times like these, from what I've learned in the Clans, if your family is in a different Clan and you're fighting them, you can't spare them. Your brother obviously feels that way, and I'm sorry for that." Shadow meowed, her voice calm.

Breeze closed her eyes tightly, before opening them again. "Okay, Shadow."

Shadow could tell Breeze couldn't accept what she was saying, but she didn't push it. Breeze would learn eventually, whether it be hard, or, well, it was never easy, fighting your family. She didn't want Breeze to go through what she had gone through so young. Her mother had been killed by her father, just for a measly scrap of food that Shadow's mother was only going to give to Shadow. Shadow had ran away that day, faced with the harsh truth that cats will do anything for what they want, even if it did mean killing their loved ones. And you had to try and stop that, even if it only led to the same thing. Shadow stared at the wall for a bit, wondering what it would have been like to have a sister like Breeze. Would it have been easier or harder, someone to depend on and protect? "I'm sorry Breeze. You shouldn't have to think about stuff like that yet." Shadow finally said, feeling sorry for the young she-cat.

"It's fine. And you're probably right. I do have to learn stuff like this if we do, go into a war." Breeze's eyes met Shadow's and Shadow was surprised with the determination that she met there.

"I could mentor you, if you want, teach you some of the things I know and maybe try to teach you some fighting moves. I expect you haven't learned to fight yet without your powers?" Shadow asked.

"No, I haven't. I was supposed to learn that after I mastered my powers, but as you know..." Breeze trailed off.

"Yeah." Shadow meowed, feeling sympathy for Breeze.

"I accept your offer though. Could you teach me?" Breeze asked, after a bit of silence between them.

Shadow smiled. "Yes, I'd love to."

Shell was unsurprised to see the two she-cats chatting as he came back with the cobwebs. "Do you have the moss I asked for?"

Breeze nodded, and he smiled. "Good. Would you like to be my helper for today?" He asked, for he always could use a paw and Breeze obviously wanted to stay near Shadow.

"Sure." Breeze answered.

"It's probably good that you learn some healing anyways. Here, hold these cobwebs for me." Shell instructed, before taking the moss from Breeze. He turned to face Shadow. "This may sting." Shadow nodded, and he appreciated the leader's resolve. Trying to be gentle, he rubbed the moss over Shadow's wounds. "This will lessen the risk of the wound being infected and it's always good to clean the wound, who knows what dirt and grime you have in there?" Shell explained to Breeze as he worked. Shadow seemed to be used to the sting, she didn't even flinch at some of the worse spots. He did suppose she was in the Clans, where everything was always on edge, the Clans never agreeing. It was a good life, being with some cats you can trust and love, but it wasn't one of the best, at least to him. And who knows what happened to her before she joined the Clans. Finished, he turned to Breeze. Shell was pleasantly surprised to see that she knew what she was doing, or at least some of it, as she handed him the cobwebs. "This will help stop the bleeding and hopefully let the wounds heal faster." He explained as he placed the cobwebs on Shadow's wounds. Curious, he asked her what happened.

"I'm sure you've heard of Snowstar and recognised her description when Jinx was telling us what the cats looked like. We have a old grudge between us, as it is. Snowstar was trying to take over the Clans. She got WindClan and RiverClan, but she got too confident and tried to take over both ThunderClan and ShadowClan at once. We, Thunderstar and I, were the ones to kill her, but I was the one to find out her plan, and so she blamed me. About the only time our two Clans stopped fighting, Thunderstar's cats always thinking we stole their prey or something like that just because we're descendants of TigerClan, who were ordered by the others, no less, to stay in the darkness for a moon. An old prejudice that can never be wiped away."

"It's the same with some of us in the Dark Forest. We are not all evil, sure we did a bad thing to get us there, but we aren't perfect, no cat can attest to that. Just our mistakes were worse than the ones those in StarClan made." Shell meowed, his eyes fixed on his paws as he carefully covered Shadow's wounds with cobwebs. "I even know two cats that weren't supposed to be in the Dark Forest. A medicine cat who didn't understand that sometimes she wouldn't be able to save every cat, and so she just walked over the border. Her grand-daughter, a pure golden-hearted she-cat named Victory, didn't want her grandmother, Demeter, to be alone with none of her family, walked over after her." He smiled at the thought.

"That's so...so kind." Shadow meowed, and from the sad glow in her eyes, Shell could tell she didn't have such a kind life herself.

"You are all good." Shell meowed. "Have a good rest and you should be feeling better. None of your wounds were too deep, just deep enough to be bleeding."

"I always thought those twisted claws weren't doing anything for Snowstar." Shadow grinned. "C'mon Breeze, show me what you can do." She told the younger she-cat, padding off into a far corner of the cave. Shell watched them leave, having already known Shadow wouldn't have taken it easy on her wounds; she looked like she was a tough cat.

"Good job fighting today, Myra. I liked your strategy. I'm surprised they didn't know all that much of the ancient tongue. Spike must have not realized it. But we need to be careful. Any cat we face could know what we said today. We need to think of code words, and plan our next move. I have a bad feeling that they were coming for us today, and this place isn't going to remain secret for long." Gray meowed, pacing back and forth in front of Myra.

"Spoken like a leader, Gray." Gray looked up to see Celestial there. "Go on, I agree. But let's keep this feeling to us for now. They deserve some peace for now." Celestial meowed, nodding.

"Stis treis." A deep voice rumbled. Gray looked up to see Falcon there.

"On three." Myra whispered. "Yes, that's perfect Falcon! The Void language is only known by us spell casters in the Fellan! Oh, and you of course."

Gray nodded. "Perfect then. We will have to arrange times for training. Both in the language of the Void, and fighting in all ways. Regular fighting, and testing powers of those. Celestial, what do we do next?"

"I do not know. The prophecy may hold clues. Wait... no. I know a better place. We can go to the Pool of Sight. It will explain to us what we greatest question. But it will only work for those who have the Ancients in their blood." Celestial meowed.

"Does it work for you?" Gray wondered aloud, as Celestial was an Ancient.

"Yes." Celestial nodded.

Gray felt a sickening feeling. "I think I know how they found us." She meowed.

Myra's eyes darkened and a red spark shot out of her tail. "The Pool. They're using the Pool of Sight."