Chapter 23: I'm Angry About Something

Life seems to come and go before you know it. You never know when your time to die will come. Death has always seemed foreign to me. I don't think about often, even though I am perceived as a psycho serial killer. Maybe it's the reason I act like danger is nothing. Maybe it's why I've always had a tough time dealing with the stress that comes with my curse.

And apparently when I'm supposed to die I get right back up and start living again.

"You will not kill him!"

And it's really surprising who comes to my rescue. It's a light brown tom with darker stripes. Eerie green eyes that seem to shoot daggers. I would've expected Hollystar, or Nettlepaw, or Sunwind. Where is Sunwind? She attacks me while high on catnip, goes to the medicine cat den talking about a mysterious 'him', and then disappears forever. Oh well, too bad so sad. (you see how I made you forget all about her? Amazing, huh?)

Anyway, this strange tom saved my life. Of course, I probably wouldn't have been hurt in the first place. Normal cats can't hurt me. I definitely would've stopped her somehow. Then again, she hated me right off the bat. Just because I looked like her. And what was that thing with the rogues? Surely she was one herself? I couldn't place a Clan scent on her. Even if I honestly didn't know, my now magical nose would've told me.

"Darkpaw!" The tom growled after the she-cat had run away. (she was frightened by the sudden intrusion I'm guessing), "Why were you associating with such a cat as her?"

I looked up at him and saddened my expression, "She makes me feel special." Of course it was sarcastic. I don't know how any cat can make you feel special besides encouragement. She was definitely not encouraging me, "But she attacked me out of nowhere. And now I'm sad."

"So, basically, you just happened to meet, both of you got really angry, and then you got into a fight." He stated. I would've stared from shock, but I could tell he wasn't the type to take a lot of humor. Meet the party pooper everyone!

"Yeah, that's about it." I replied.

The tom looked me over with some sort of disgust. Well, we also have a judgy pants over here too. I would've totally asked why he hated me, but then I think to when I killed his Clanmate. Darn...I forgot his name. I know it was something-foot. Oh well, another sad thing. Too bad. So sad.

"I'm Pinefrost." He growled, and continued staring at me. After a while, he got up and turned to go deeper into the forest, "Well, let's go back to camp." He mewed sternly, "I'm sure Hollystar will be delighted to know that you've broken her rules."

This shocked me. I didn't know about any rules. As far as I knew, anything was legal. No one bothered to tell me anything. Yes, I know there's a warrior code. Yes, I know that a leader's word was law. But no one told me what these things meant! I was in the dark! I barely got a tour of the territory. Not that I'll need it because of my super little nose, but still. I should be aware of these things. So because I should be aware of these things, I groaned and followed the mysterious tom back to ShadowClan.

While we were traveling, I scented the she-cat not far away. I wanted to say something, but that tom was already aware of my hilarious sarcasticness. So I didn't say anything. If we were attacked by that strange power matching she-cat I would kill her. Because that is what demons do. We kill other cats. And prey. And we turn into a living shredder. Fun.

"Why were you out here anyway?" The tom asked.

I thought about that for a moment. Why was I out here? I probably had a reason. And then I forgot it. Oh well, so many sad things are happening today. Weird. I wouldn't be surprised if there were a couple more.

"I was walking." I mewed with the excitement of a kit. (soak up my current stupidity. It will dull your sense so your friends will think you are absolutely crazy) I could feel the tom smack himself in the face with his paw. Ha. Facepaw. Funny. I like facepaw. I might use that more often.

"I could guess that! I mean what were you doing talking to that she-cat? I've never seen her around before."

Her mention somehow increased her scent around me. Behind the trees. Crouching down somewhat afraid to be spotted. She was nervous. Maybe because I matched her strength? Probably. I'm sure she wasn't used to being beaten. That stuff is new to me too. Even someone managing to stay alive for more than five heartbeats is a surprise to me. Especially because when I kill I like chewing on their bones. Weird hobby, I know. I might just have a bone fetish.

I just realized I go off topic a lot. Weird. I might have a weird addiction to explaining things exactly the way I think them. It's seasons in the future as I'm saying this, and I'm talking like it's happening right now. Weird. Really weird. Okay, back to the actual story.

"She's here." I mewed, slightly anxious. In all my short life, no one had ever decided to follow me to where I was potentially living. This she-cat was really brave. Then again, a she-cat who looked like me was bound to be brave. It's a fact of life. Black cats were supposed to be a bad omen. I say they're just misunderstood. Cats have feeling too you vial disgusting humans!

Okay, weirdly protective moment over. You may be wondering, why am I not doing what I usually do and only say things that are consistent to the story? Well honey bunches of oats, I'm just really excited for this next part. As you will soon learn, whenever I get excited for any reason whatsoever I talk a lot. And stray off topic a lot. And say random things that have nothing to do with any language at all. Like aflaphagaph. (af-laugh-a-gaf) You see, extremely weird.

"I can't scent anything." Pinefrost declared, like a kit who wanted to prove he was good enough to be an apprentice before he turned six moons old.

"Well," I cooed, "your nose isn't as developed as mine. I could scent a pigeon on the other side of this lake." It was true, actually. I got a scent of pigeon while I was fighting the she-cat. Definitely a far way pigeon. I don't really like pigeons...

Pinefrost just glared at me. I could tell this was the beginning of a wonderful acquaintanceship to last a lifetime. Sunshine and rainbows were dripping from his very pelt.

Then we arrived at the camp, and I ran away from Pinefrost to go check on Nightpaw. The stench of blood filled my nostrils as I walked through the undergrowth. It immediately got me thinking of Nightpaw's injury and my outrageous fury. Still don't know why that happened though. Maybe we'll never know.

"Darkpaw!" Cloudbreeze exclaimed when I walked into the medicine cat den, "I didn't find you in the apprentices' den. Where were you?"

"Fighting a deranged weirdo she-cat who looks just like me, why?" I replied.

Cloudbreeze just stammered for a right response to that. It was fun watching her face go through so many emotions at once. First confusion, then sadness, then anger, then more confusion, then a weird mix of sadness and confusion. You had to be there. Oh...wait...you couldn't have been there. Twolegs aren't exactly taken kindly to in the middle of Clan life.

"Nevermind that, what do you want from me?" I mewed, striking her out of her weird little emotion-filled trance.

"Nightpaw's been saying your name in her sleep." Cloudbreeze stated, "I can't find out what it means. She's having a really deep dream. Most likely from StarClan. I can't wake her up. Maybe..." She looked at me hopefully, "Maybe you could, though. She seems to trust you the most out of all of us. Surprising considering the short time you've been here."

I grinned, "Oh, that's only because I threatened to kill her once."

Cloudbreeze went back into that emotion trance again while I sort of hovered above Nightpaw's still bleeding body. She talked to me before, something must be giving her strength. Her eyes opened.

"Terror. The terrible black sea of hatred and murder." Then she fell back asleep.

I blinked. It sounded like me. But it couldn't have been me. Most of the 'StarClan' prophecies I've heard used the first part of the special cat's name. My name wasn't Terror. Although that would've been really cool, it just wasn't a fact. You know how much I like facts. But this was tough. I never thought I would be in the position to have to figure out a prophecy that most likely didn't even include me anyway.

And it made me angry.

The Creek in the Mountains - Darkpaw says: "Thank you for the compliment on my complete hilariousness, but I'm disappointed in you. Cliffhangers are supposed to make the humans cry! I've been lied to! Moon get over here!" I respond by squeaking un-demon-like and running away. You see how scary he is? Thanks a lot, I owe you one for getting me killed, Creek.

Itachi'sFangirl818 - Darkpaw is a lot stronger that he is in this current moment in storyline. You have no idea what you're up against.

Terror belongs to Broken of Towering Trees. I like to think that Terror is awesome. I hope you think that Terror is awesome too.

-Moon

(P.S. If I don't come back, know that Darkpaw has got me. Don't call for help, that will jut destroy the whole world.)