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Writing a darker Fanfic? Listen to 'This Is Halloween'… its perfect :I
**A smigit of a timeskip here… sorry, but its all for a reason.**
~~~One Week Later… (Seven sun rises)
Emberwing didn't interrogate the Windclan leader of Starclan again. Black, Silverdust had explained with an understanding grin, would take over her job until she was ready to kill the she-cat.
Fine with her, she didn't trust herself around Fawnleap anymore. She had told Emberwing too much. Her mind was swimming with all the questions she had been too stunned to ask. Her head had been full of moss then, when the leader was telling her things that would corrupt any cat's mind. Emberwing had no will to live now. What was the point?
She shook her head, flicking little droplets of blood everywhere. She couldn't think like that anymore! She had convinced Riverclan that she was just uncomfortable in the nursery, but she had really been moping around in her nest, even beginning to speak to her unborn kits in her belly. It was comforting when she felt them squirm in her, filled her with warmth that was just as pleasuring as Troutclaw's love. The tom had been running his legs down, it seemed, hunting when he wasn't with her to keep her well-fed. Flamekit recently had developed green-cough, but the Riverclan marshes had lent them plenty of catmint for Stormwater to claim that the golden kit would be just fine.
Of course Troutclaw didn't listen, though, and was constantly asking the medicine cat to make sure it wouldn't develop into white-cough. And flitting around like a butterfly. And hunting.
More.
She was shaken out of her musings by the streaming of cats as Silverdust's yowl rang through the forest. Emberwing found her place at the base of the rocks, next to Black and the she-cat who was guarding Fawnleap. Two of the younger cats had probably been left behind to watch over her.
"I have called you cats here for two very special announcements. The first: Black, my Second in command…" the large black tom beside her was obviously confused, but he puffed up his chest in pride as Silverdust looked down at him.
"… Is hereby third. He will be replaced by Red as second."
Emberwing wasn't sure which was worse: the hundreds of cats yowling and flashing feral grins at the sound of her name, or Black. His fur seemed to ripple as his muscles flexed and his claws hooked in such a way Emberwing knew her neck would be between them if Silverdust wasn't just above them, watching with an amused gaze. Emberwing now had Fall on her left and Black at her right, both surprised by the announcement. Of course, only Black was radiating the intent to kill.
"And second, due to reasons I'm sure you'll not mind, I am moving up the attack on Starclan to three sun rises away. Starclan was preparing for the attack we were going to do, so the sooner, the better. The night of the full moon, when all of you out here who are Clan cats will be at Fourtrees, you will be here."
"But how will we be here, when we will be with all of the clans?!" cats agreed with this random cat's statement, and were looking toward the silver she-cat for the answer.
A grin as bad as Emberwing's had a while ago migrated to her jaws and stretched her lips.
"I'm sure you will all find a way."
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She went to Stormwater's den first.
Flamekit had been moved into a reed nest in one of the corners of the cave and was sleeping, so Emberwing was comforted he wouldn't be repeating anything she said in there.
"Stormwater? We need to talk; it's important." The grey tom was sorting herbs towards the back and had to be nudged before he totally got out of his groove.
"Oh, sorry, Emberwing… What is it that you needed?" Stormwater had become a great friend, and even though he was much older than her, (he told her he had been made medicine cat just before she had been born!) he was the cat she trusted the most, (besides Troutclaw) even a little bit more than Reedstar.
"I need to confess something to you… I've been-"
"No Need," he cut her off. "Now, I don't know what exactly you've been doing, but Starclan has been sending me dreams about a day such as this, where 'secrets will be spilled to save blood from doing the same', but I was told you would need these..." he got up and pushed out a rather large bundle of leaves toward her, about the size of her two paws put together and wrapped securely in reeds.
"What," she ground out, "is that?"
"Poppy seeds…Enough to feed every cat at the whole Gathering!" the tom's voice was joking, but his face was dead serious, daring her to tell him he was being absurd, that why would she need so many poppy seeds; Begging her to tell him that Starclan was wrong, that many cats, both Starclan and Clan alike, would die in less than three sun rises, that Starclan had a chance of disappearing. Her gaze slid away from his. She couldn't tell him things that were false, anymore.
Glancing at the bundle again, she nodded. "Bring them to the gathering, please. Tell anyone who asks it's for Thunderclan or something" and left.
She had some work to do.
Weee! Bad- Ass Embie! (sort of…?)
Okay, QUESTION OF THE F'N DAY!: what do you think Fawnleap told Emberwing…? You guys will love it, trust me.
You will.
YOU WILL~
Anyways, till next time, (tomorrow, (duh!))
EmberFall
P.S.: THIS IS HALLOWEEN
THIS IS HALLOWEEN
HALLOWEEN
HALLOWEEN!