Hey, sorry about the late update :/ I'm going through a really bad bout of writer's block/depression/laziness. I swear, I've been a veggie for the last three days… *No offence to anyone for my comparison, of course*

Okay, this was supposed to be created yesterday, and then this morning… first, I discovered what Pwediecry was; CURSE YOU CREEPY INTERNET! YOU DELAYED THIS STORY BY TWO DAYS! but I don't blame you, I was too busy drooling… and fan girling… and…

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A couple of shout outs:

StormxRaven & Featherwish of Windclan: thanks for the feedback, I'll try harder next time!

Brightsun & Appleheart: sorry; I posted this in a hurry, before I was able to read through it; ill make sure to do that from now on! :)

To the Guest who wrote the heartfelt, (But long) review about how awesome this thing is: I literally had tears in my eyes; I'm going to copy this, print it out, and post it on my wall, that was the sweetest thing anyone has ever said for my story; you were even nicer than my few BFFL'S who have read it…. That's sort of sad :/ but THANKS!

CREEPY INTERNET: GODS, I LOVE YOU! Now I am a major fan of pewdiepie and Cry. I was aware of the Shane Dawson thing; IVE MET HIM! It was brief, but it was like being in the presence of Starclan 8-)

Silver Wolf Rain: wait and look at the end! :)

ApocalyspeAmerican: thanks again! I ALWAYS LOVE YOUR ADVICE!

12courtny12: I honestly only have a vague idea… that's kinds sad, also.

Okay, I'm sorry if this is short, again, not in the best of conditions right nao…

N'joy

Emberpaw woke with a massive headache and aching joints. Blinking tiredly in the dim sunlight, she stretched painfully, careful not to move Troutpaw. His wounds, she noticed, were looking better, but the dried herbs hid the full extent of the main injury. Her chest cold with worry, she went to the fresh kill pile to find something small to eat. Her stomach was twisting, it felt empty and she was hungry, but the mere thought of food made her vision blurry with nausea.

She stared at a minnow, sick. She shook her head and padded away.

"Emberpaw, you're not going to eat?" she heard her mother inquire, worried. Splashfur rubbed her tail comfortingly against her own flat, dull fur. "When is the last time you've groomed yourself? Your pelt is a mess!" Lilyflower exclaimed, bounding over and starting to groom her in soft strokes of her tongue.

Emberpaw's eyes fluttered closed. Her nightly visits to the dead forest usually left her feeling tired, but this time it felt like instead of sleeping, she had ran to the moonpool and back. She felt her hind legs give out from underneath her, Startling Lilyflower.

"Emberpaw, are you okay?" her blue eyes met Emberpaw's, worried.

Emberpaw struggled to make a sound. Her body was heavy, but she was lying down. She felt the weights on her stomach, on her head. Did this have to with the Dark Forest? She thought painfully.

Then, suddenly, she was better. The weights on her stomach lifted, her head didn't feel like it was being sat on anymore. Her vision cleared, and she was suddenly ravenous.

"Emberpaw!?" she heard the two she-cats exclaim, but she ignored them and bit into a huge rainbow fish, relishing in the flavor and the feeling of a filling stomach.

"Emberpaw, will you join me on a patrol," Robinflight called, not noticing the two she-cat's wary glances.

"Yes," Emberpaw called, swallowing the last bit of the fish and padding happily over to her mentor. Robinflight looked tired, almost sick, but Emberpaw pushed that aside. Robinflight wouldn't be up and doing a patrol if she wasn't feeling well.

With Thunderpelt, Maplebelly, Lilyflower, and her and her mentor, they padded out into the foggy morning. They were checking on the small amount of twoleg dens along their smallest border, farthest away from the camp. The fog seemed to turn into storm clouds as they neared the strange tees, in straight lines and no undergrowth. Sweet smells permeated from them, small orange pieces peeking out from among the leaves. They moved carefully among the fallen pieces, not wanting to get bitten by the ants or other insects living in the rotting orange balls.

The wood sticks, jutting out of the ground, were now visible, along with the strange smells of the twoleg place. They soon came to the Riverclan sent markers, and stopped to refresh them.

They heard a chuckle from above them. A large, skinny brown and black tom sat content on the wooden sticks, looking down on the patrol with a disdainful sneer.

"You cats are stupid, if you think we will listen to your markings." Emberpaw didn't know what stupid meant, but she guessed it was near the same as fish-brain, and her fur fluffed up.

"Our borders may not stop you, but our claws and teeth will," Thunderpelt growled, his claws sliding out.

The kittypet looked amused. "I'm not some pet, you know. I don't mess with the upwalkers, but forest cats? When I was passing through and heard the fatties talking about brutes that ate bones and killed each other? Oh, I had to check that out!" growled the tom, his own claws sinking into the soft wood of the sticks.

Emberpaw didn't feel scared, even though she was by far the closest to the loner, and in the most danger. Instead, the red haze of battle began to leak into the corner of her vision. She wanted to sink her claws into this tom's neck, she wanted to…

"Oh, I see this little kit wants to fight," the loner purred, leaping down and padding the three tail-lengths to her. They were nose to nose, the tom's breath making her eyes water, momentarily pushing back the red haze to hear Lilyflower come to her rescue.

"I wouldn't do that; I'm pretty sure five against one isn't exactly your style." She spat, stepping forward threateningly.

Just then, to the patrol's surprise, pawful more cats leapt over the sticks to join the forming dispute. They all had rough, dull fur and were skinny, and they greatly out-numbered us.

"You're right, it's not. Now, since it's now more than even, I call this spunky little kit, you guys can have whoever," he spoke this last part to the group of loners. But, if they were this organized, they couldn't be loners; they had to be some sort of rouge clan, like Bloodclan had been, but Bloodclan was just a myth; it had happened so long ago.

In her thoughts, she didn't feel the coldness in her stomach until it was too late. Emberpaw's limbs gave out and she fell to the ground, wincing against the nausea. She should hear that the battle had started, but she was in too much pain to fight the rouge who was probably thinking she had collapsed in fright. Even through the pain, this thought made her so embarrassed, she had to make it more obvious she was in pain and not frightened.

After a moment, she whimpered and clawed at her stomach. It had been a one-time thing to make the brown rouge aware of her situation, but she found herself unable to stop herself. The whimpers were becoming quieter, thank Starclan, but they were replaced by moans as her head was hit by another wave of dizziness.

"Hawk, take her out of here before she gets trampled," she heard the brown rouge order, and she felt the paws of another inspect her stomach. Upon the unknown cat's prodding, she moaned again, and gave into the darkness leaking into her vision.

TADA! Longer than I thought, not long enough for you all, I'm sure… oh well, I'm sort of inspired again, and of course, COMMENTS=MOTIVATION=CHAPTERS

'Till next time,

Me, (A.K.A. Emberfall, the creator of this slow-moving story line and the writer)

PS: QUESTION OF THE DAY: what do you think the pains Emberpaw's having is…? (I actually know, unlike other things in this story…)