Chapter 19

Darkpaw woke up, blinking her eyes. She heavily yawned and stretched out her head. When she sniffed the air, at first she was alarmed by the unfamiliar smell, until she had remembered the night before. Groaning at what had happened, she tried to get on her paws so she could tell everyone what had happened. But her paws wouldn't budge, much less have the energy to even roll over. Sighing in defeat, she rested her head back on the cold moss and layed there for the next few moments.

"Oh, you're awake. Here, I got you some fresh kill." Fallen Leaves greeted her.

"Than-wait, is that fish?" Darkpaw asked.

"Yeah." Fallen Leaves told her.

"Aww…"

"Down here, you don't get much of a choice of your food. Now eat, unless you want to starve to death."

Darkpaw growled, but accepted it. Stretching her neck, she took small bites of it, actually sort of liking the taste. After finishing it, she rested her head back on the moss.

"So, when could I be able to get out of here? I really need to talk to Redpaw and Nightpaw. So I can tell them that the prophecy is still going on, and show them that I'm not dead. Do you know the way out?" Darkpaw asked.

"I do know the way out, but from the looks of your wounds, I see that you're not healing fast enough. I say you need at least another moon to completely heal." Fallen Leaves said.

"What!? But I need to go!" Darkpaw yelped.

"Sorry, but you'd die if your wounds were to open up. So I'm afraid that you wouldn't make it if you tried to go to them, anyway." Fallen Leaves sighed.

Darkpaw protested, "No way! I have to go, now! Before it's too late!"

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Nightpaw

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As Nightpaw relayed what the birds had told him, Redpaw gasped in horror. After he finished telling the story, there was a long pause of silence. After a while, Redpaw had finally spoken up.

"But why would they fight? Are you sure that the birds didn't hear any of their conversation?" Redpaw gulped.

Nightpaw sighed. "Who knows. They could have just talked because they were scared of us. Or they could've lied about the whole thing, considering that we eat them. Thats sort of why my power is kind of useless."

They sat in silence. "So, what now? We can't complete the prophecy with two of them dead! What do we do now?" Redpaw sadly asked.

"The thing is...a long time ago, I was told by some cat that once two in the prophecy were dead, the prophecy would be complete. So, because the two of them are dead…I think we've fulfilled our destinies." Nightpaw explained.

"No way…because of this stupid prophecy, two of us ended up dead? And I said I hated Darkpaw earlier...why did they have to die!?" Redpaw began to cry.

Nightpaw watched his sister in defeat, not knowing what to do. "But...now its over, right? No more cats will have to die because of what ever happened. No more cats will be attacked, and wiped of their memories because we saved them."

"We didn't save them! Darkpaw did!" Redpaw snapped.

Nightpaw didn't say another word. Soon more cats had come, and Redpaw was put in the medicine den due to having such shock. But Nightpaw knew he couldn't do a thing to help her, no matter how much he tried. 'Why…?' He thought, 'why must there be such a price to pay because of this prophecy?!'

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The tom just sat in front his sister, not knowing what to do. Whether or not to cry, or be angry at her for not killing all of the ThunderClan cats. Digging his claws into the ground, he growled of anger. His paws made no noise when he padded away from the dead she-cat, carefully making sure that no one could hear.

'Those three cats! How dare they?' His claws sunk into the ground even further, 'I'll kill them all! I swear I'll kill them all!'