Yes, here I am. I am in a very, very dark mood right now. Don't believe me? I'm currently writing how every cat in this story will/could die. I know… but good news: I was really flying by the seat of my pants as far as the plot, but I was just staring out the car window yesterday with thunder loud enough to be heard over my ear buds, (which is no small feat, I listen with max volume) and I now know how this story will end.

It only took me 33 chapters.

I predict there will be around ten more chapters.

As to a comment made a couple of days ago, there are no bad kit names, and I appreciate each and every suggestion.

This chapter will be a little… moody. I'm listening to 'This Is Halloween' and slowly turning emo…

Emberwing was successful in containing her irritation into a hiss, but barely. She was going to try and be decent, but hey, she was a Darkforest cat, after all. She couldn't go and soil their image.

"Don't… touch me." Hurt flashed through Fawnleap's eyes, but it was quickly masked with resignation.

"So, first off: Is Starclan planning to attack the Darkforest?" Emberwing was proud on how cold her tone was. That would show that Starclan cat to get comfy with her!

"Are you hare-brained?! Like I would tell you something like that!" her voice was panicked. Emberwing could almost scent it wouldn't take much to break this cat, but as weak-willed this leader was, she looked determined to keep her mouth shut. They were in a staring contest it seemed; the first to look away was, as if they were in mutual agreement, the weakest. Heh, she underestimates me. I'll show her!

Emberwing grew bored, she was done playing. She began to think about how this cat wanted a queen to kill her kits, and she felt a rush of dark amusement as she felt the red leaking into her vision, and Fawnleap's fear as her eyes turned the red that Fall and Silverdust had.

It was a new… trick Silverdust had showed her.

Finally, the light brown she-cat looked away, head down, but still didn't answer her question, so Emberwing took it a step further. Faking a sigh, she got up and poked her head out and called to Black.

"Hey, did Silverdust say I had to keep her un-injured?"

Black's face lit up. "What, is she resisting?" his claws raked the ground, obviously imagining the Windclan leader's pelt instead.

"Yes, but nothing I can't handle; that's why I'm asking: can I hurt her?"

The she-cat guard nodded, after a moment of murmuring with Black. "We think you can, as long as she doesn't bleed to death, get any life-threatening infections… you know."

A feral grin stretched Emberwing's jaw as she glanced back into the tree, where Fawnleap was pretending not to listen and instead washing herself, but her ears were pricked and she was trembling.

"Yeah, I do know. Thanks," the two guards nodded and began their pace anew, and Emberwing turned her gaze to the now shaking she-cat.

"No! No… please don't! I really don't know anything about any upcoming attacks!" her voice was shaky, and she was fighting to stop shaking and convulsing. Emberwing was getting irritated, now.

"You expect me to believe you don't know anything?! You are the Windclan leader of Starclan! You control every dead Windclan cat and you want me to think that you're being kept in the dark?"

"You don't understand! They don't trust me because I am Silverdust's sister! It doesn't help that I was the one to see the prophecy about her kits, thus turning her into what she is today…"

The leader trailed off, glancing at Emberwing, wary to find out if her explanation was enough to keep her from being clawed, but Emberwing's eyes were cloudy. She was confused. Her eyes closed, and she was in a world of darkness.

I'm… scared. Why was I thinking like that? My thoughts were so choppy… so… bloody; so red. I'm scared! I'm losing control of the red! I don't want to be stuck in there… it's too dark!

She was now watching what had happened since she came to the Darkforest in a body that no cat could see. She saw a bloody cat walking with Fall. She looked familiar, but she was dripping in so much red it was scary. Every cat was keeping a good distance away from her, like she would lash out at each and every one of them, and she believed it. This she-cat's eyes were scary, like Silverdust's.

But that's what clued her in.

The eyes.

Her eyes.

Great Starclan… that's… me? I look just like Silverdust… she looks so… disappointed… that she can't fight any cats. That she can't spill anymore blood, tear any fur… can't shred any ears…

No! She has to stop those thoughts!

She watches herself as she rejects Fawnleap's affection. How she was turning into Black, Silverdust, Fall… all of them. She was turning into something too dark for her to handle.

She screeched in a mixture of shock, fear, and horror when she saw her face at the moments that grin had stretched across her face. She looked like the personification of every story the queens and elders had told her. Only worse.

Much worse.

She sees how scared Fawnleap is. She feels the same way as Emberwing feels now. The Real Emberwing, not this cat. Not the bloody cat, but Emberwing, the real one.

Yes! That bloody cat was just the bad part of her! Just the vile part. Emberwing was the whole thing! She was the real one here and she… she…

She would not be devoured by herself.

"Red? Red! Are you okay?" Fawnleap was whispering in her ear; it tickled.

She sits up. Her head feels funny. Light. Her thoughts are simple. She hopes it can stay like this.

Fawnleap looks… funny, too! Her face looks scared, but she is also happy! She looks like Troutclaw did when they found out they were having kits! That made Emberwing giggle, which turned into a purr, which took a couple of moments to stifle.

Fawnleap took a deep breath. "Your name isn't really Red, is it." She said this like a statement, and Emberwing giggled again at her serious expression, trying to keep a hold on the light feeling, which was drifting away, leaving her old, drama-burdened self back in control.

"What makes you say that?"

"Your pains. You aren't a rouge or loner named Red, are you."

"No, I'm a clan cat."

"Which clan?"

"Riverclan."

Fawnleap nodded.

"Your name?"

"If you keep stating things like you are, you tell me."

"Your name is Emberwing, isn't it?"

"How did you know?"

Fawnleap took a deep breath, shaky from their rapid back-and-forth questions.

"I've been watching over you for quite a while, Emberwing."

Ta da :I I am so much in a dark hole right now… listening to 'This Is Halloween' over

And over

And over.

QUESTION OF THE DAY: who is your favorite cat(s) in this story? I would like to hear your opinions, (and hopefully they are not all Emberwings) and give me a song that describes ur fave character!

Like… mine (of course) is Wildfire, my first OC, and I would use P!nk's 'Sober' to describe her! You don't have to do the second part, but that would be cool :3

P.S. does anyone know Marshall lee x Prince Gumball? if not... youre missing out! :3 (WARNING: its Yaoi, BxB)

~Emberfall