Okay, WOOT, a lot will be answered in this chappie, and anything that isn't I will answer personally at the bottom.

One that I will answer now is: Nightmask was not Greenkit, but just a random DarkForest warrior. Stripefang was Greenkit.

NOTE: this is the last chapter, so it will be pretty long. I will also add the summary for the newest Fanfiction (warriors, of course) that will be posted tomorrow or the day after… anyways, I'm sorry for the confusion, but it's all part of the story line :)

WARNING: lots of death in this chappie, sawrry

Okay, N'JOY!

P.S: for the best effect, during the fight scenes listen to "I Don't Wanna Die" by Hollywood Undead xD its awesome, and perfect :)

Emberwing was greeted with yowls and screeches as she broke through the tree line of the Darkforest, and stepped foot into Starclan for the first time. The valley was in disarray, the swarm of Dark warriors like a disease, sweeping past the white glowing cats that were their ancestors. Every heartbeat or two, a pouf of white signaled another Starclan cat had died. It was a frightening experience, just watching, and again Emberwing felt that her plan was near impossible.

"Impressive, isn't it?" a voice spoke from behind her. Emberwing didn't even bother to turn around, knowing that Silverdust was there, watching the madness unfold with hungry eyes.

"I personally think it depends on the point of view," her personal view was that this was every nightmare she ever had curled into one, but hey, who was she to judge? This was partially her fault, anyhow.

"Is that so? And let me guess, you want to kill me now, to end this whole thing? I'm sorry to break this to you, Red, but that won't stop them; they are not being controlled, but simply fighting for what they think is just. Sure, I pushed them a little bit, but at the end of the day, if I die, it makes no difference. Starclan will fall, and we will finally be where we belong."

"I guess so, Silverdust, but there are some things that you should've told me, before herding me like a rabbit towards a waiting patrol. Like how you knew that Goldkit and Greenkit never went to Starclan? That would've been helpful to know. Like how you kept my brother's training a secret from me, training him to be your bodyguard, knowing fully well I'd have to kill him to get to you. Training your own son to be killed by your daughter."

Emberwing was still looking straight ahead; not looking at the vile she-cat behind her, so she didn't know is Silverdust was surprised from her outburst. If she was, her voice hid it well.

"So, I guess I know what you're here to do, now."

"Yes. If I kill you, the prophecy will be fulfilled, and this unfair attack will end."

Emberwing turned around just as the silver she-cat pounced, already going straight to her throat. Emberwing dodged, but from the moment Silverdust's claws raked her side, she knew in her heart she was going to lose. Fighting against Stripefang, Emberwing hadn't known who would die and who wouldn't, just because their skills were matched. Actually, if it hadn't been for Nightmask's final moments of being himself, Emberwing doesn't think she would've been here right now.

Now, against her mentor, against the most powerful cat in the Darkforest, she might as well say her final goodbyes to everyone, but she couldn't think that way, not now. She wanted her last moments to be thinking positive—at least as positive as she could, in this situation.

Another thing that she couldn't do: let her insanity take over. She was fearful of doing that in the first place, but if she did, Silverdust would, also, and that would just bring her back to where she was right now.

Similar to Stripefang's attacks, it took all of her energy to not get hit anymore, unable to strike back. It seemed the other cats saw what was happening, because there were no more yowls or flashes of dead cats going into the sky from the corners of her eyes.

Silverdust was pushing her towards an outcropping of rocks, forming a cleft where shade made it seem like a blissful place to rest on a hot day, not somewhere where she would be murdered.

She couldn't be forced into that cleft, or she would be dead, she knew for a fact, but she was powerless against Silverdust's blows. Even blocking them with strikes of her own was weakening her, and it couldn't be long before she fumbled and she was given the death blow.

Silverdust's eyes looked… conflicted. Like, she didn't really want to do this, but at the same time, it looked like she was enjoying it. Seeing the overhang coming closer and closer, Emberwing tried a different tactic.

"What happened to never killing your kits, Silverdust? Goldkit lives inside of me; are you really going to make her disappear?" to her dismay, the silver she-cat never even faltered, instead pushing her harder and her gaze was no longer twisted, but determined.

"Goldkit was a runt. Greenkit was always to be the destined stronger, destined to be the leader of the Darkforest. You and Goldkit both are nothing to me."

The pain ripping through her heart stung. Goldkit's pain, not Emberwing's; she couldn't care less what the glowing silver she-cat thought of her, but the soul of the little kit in her heart and mind thought it meant the world.

"How can you… how can you say that?!" she was spitting, furious and not really thinking, giving Silverdust the perfect chance to push her up against the rock wall.

Mouse-dung. She was dead now. She had no chance of surviving this…

You mouse-brain! Are you really that much of an empty-head!

Goldkit?!

"Yes, finally. Look, before she spills your guts, stop thinking about living and look around!

Listening to the soul inside of her, which she must say had never spoken to her before now, and searched with frantic eyes as Silverdust took her time delivering the final blow.

There! Oh Starclan… did she really have to?

Do you want your kits to grow up not having Starclan, Emberwing?

No, but I don't want them growing up without a mother, either!

You know what you have to do, Emberwing. Just do it.

If I die, I'll kill you…

That was her final full thought as she pushed her back against the wall of rocks as hard as she could, listening to the creaking of the boulders as they were unbalanced and fell on top of them in a plume of dust and sand.

It's not dark. That's the first thing she notices when her eyes open again. She is floating, or something close to it, because she doesn't feel a ground under her. Was she dead? What happened, again?

Oh yeah, she unsettled the boulders on top of the two of them, crushing them. She had to kill herself to kill Silverdust. She closes her eyes. The prophecy was finally filled.

She was about to give up and just…fade… when she heard a voice from far away.

"Emberwing… don't leave, yet…"

What did this voice want? She didn't want to hang on any longer. She just wanted to forget everything and anything.

"Emberwing! Get over here right this instant!" the voice was firmer now, and with a sigh, she drifted towards it to ask it to be quiet. She was so tired, she just wanted to go to sleep and be left alone.

She squints as a brighter light than around her grows in front of her eyes, and she is suddenly on a grassy hill. Her eyes are close again, and when she opens them again…

"Finally! I thought she was dead!"

"She is dead."

"You know what I mean, mouse-brain."

"Why won't she open her eyes? I'm bored of waiting! Poke her, poke her!"

Emberwing feels a poke on her cheek. She huffs and opens her eyes, to be greeted by a sight that made her jump.

There were four little kits in front of her, two frighteningly familiar. There was one little kit that caught her eyes first, her little green eyes perfect for a little calico pelt.

She was looking at herself.

The other kit was Stripefang—kit, which made her heart throb with the sadness knowing that he was dead. The two kits next to them were who she assumed to be Goldkit and Greenkit, by the reddish-gold pelt of one and the tortoise shell of the other.

"Where am i?" she asked the kits, not really expecting an answer, so she was surprised when they stopped playing, sat down, and looked at her all serious-like.

"Starclan sent us to you to help you."

"Help me? How can you help me?"

"They said since you risked your life to save Starclan, they would let you settle any disputes, ask any questions that you need to, that kind of stuff, before you Fade.

"What… Why am I Fading?! Why am I not joining Starclan?!"

Little Emberkit frowns, looking at the other three kits, who just shrugged.

"You did just say I could ask any questions I needed to," She reminded Emberkit.

"They said that you were too good to be banished to the Darkforest but too bad to live in Starclan…"

Emberwing ignored the bigger question floating around in her head.

"They… who is 'they'?"

"The five Starclan leaders, of course," Stripekit answered, his eyes trained on Goldkit's tail as it switched in the grass behind her.

"Why am I talking to you kits? And more importantly, why is… my younger self in front of me?"

"Why do you keep asking the tough questions," Greenkit grumbled.

"Okay, then why are you here, Greenkit? Aren't you supposed to be evil… the destined leader of the Darkforest or something?"

Goldkit frowned at her. "You don't see the whole thing for what it is yet, do you." Emberwing shook her head.

"Ugh, do we have to explain the whole thing to her?! That's too long!" Stripekit looked grumpy; exactly what he was like when she was still in Thunderclan with him.

"Be quiet, Stripekit, and help me out. I only know what happened through Emberwing's point of view."

"Hmmph… fine"

Looking at me Goldkit began explaining what her whole life and before had consisted of.

"Well, as I'm sure you already know, we were dead soon after we born, me and Greenkit. There was the prophecy… I don't remember the exact words, of course, but it was saying how there would be a huge battle between Starclan and the Darkforest, one that killed many cats both alive and dead. Greenkit was supposed to lead the Darkforest, me to lead Starclan. For some reason, they thought it would be better if we just both died and stopped the battle from ever taking place."

"Great job they did," Greenkit muttered, earning a cuff from his sister.

"As you can tell, we never went to Starclan but instead looked for the next two Taints that could carry our souls. It was so long before we found you and your brother… we were weaker than normal. I was not able to completely take over your body, instead just sitting there inside your head, pushing thoughts your way every once and a while to keep you from dying. Greenkit had more luck and was able to take over Stripekit a couple of moons later. This Greenkit was evil, though, and that's why Stripefang was the way he was.

"It turns out that your Thunderclan medicine cat, Ivytail, had a prophecy about us, or something close to it, because she kept Stripefang from going to Riverclan and only you going."

"Wait," Emberwing interrupted, "The prophecy that kept Stripefang from being taken to Starclan was actually about me?"

"Well, both of you. For some reason, it was better for me to take you over if you were lost because of the change of Clans.

"Anyways, that obviously didn't work, so we just went on, training in the Darkforest and becoming more and more evil. It was then that I found out that I was supposed to possess Stripefang, and you for Greenkit—

"Wait, how in Starclan did you get something like that wrong?!"

"It's not my fault we didn't know which of you were for us!"

"For you… I thought we were just Taints. We were made for you two?!"

"…Yes. Starclan finally released their mistake, and made sure you and Stripekit were who we were supposed to be."

Emberwing felt so insignificant. "So I am not supposed to exist. I'm supposed to be a puppet for you; a shell."

Little Emberkit's ears folded back, and she curled up in a ball, peaking at Emberwing. "Please don't think that way," she whimpered, sniffing.

"Please continue, Goldkit. It can't get much worse, can it?"

"Um… like I said, we had possessed the wrong cats, so… yeah. We basically did the biggest mess-up ever. Greenkit's evil overtook Stripefang's good completely, making him able to control Nightmask, who was just a random Taint. My goodness did nothing to control your evil, so I was just waiting for my time to talk to you.

"Then Fawnleap went and told you that you were a Taint, and about the prophecy, that you were going to die, blah blah, and how you almost killed yourself really scared me… I could've died, 'ya know!

"Anyways, when you went against Stripefang and Nightmask, Nightmask was able to break free of his Dark Taint for a moment, fatally injuring both Greenkit and Stripefang, to tell you that he loved you, because that had been the only thing that was keeping him alive.

"Now, the point that confuses me, is how Stripefang was able to break free enough to kill Nightmask." Goldkit looked at her brother, who just shrugged.

"I have no idea how he did it either," he claimed, but when Goldkit turned away, he winked at Emberwing.

"So, Stripefang knew the whole time about this?" she asked, still sort of confused.

"More or less,"

Now Emberwing couldn't hold back the real questions she wanted to ask.

"What happened to Troutclaw?! What about Hiddenkit, Whisperkit, and Spiderkit?! What happens to the cats that died in the battle?!"

"That," Goldkit said after she was done, "Is something that is more of the Leader's place to answer."

"Will you take me to them? Please?" she added when she saw them frown at each other.

"I guess…" Emberkit relented, padding over and standing on her hind legs to touch noses with Emberwing.

Suddenly, she was near a river, only Emberkit still with her. There were five little tree stumps in front of them, each occupied by a glowing cat. it was easy to identify the different leaders: the one with the glossy fur must be the Riverclan leader; the skinny white one the new Windclan leader after Fawnleap; the black tom the Shadowclan leader, and the lean, long legged tom the Skyclan leader, which left the Thunderclan leader, a rosy colored she-cat.

"Emberkit, why did you bring her here? I thought you knew what would become of her," the Windclan leader addressed her kit-self, scowling at Emberwing with pure dislike. She was confused on why the she-cat hated her so much until she remembered she killed Fawnleap.

"But Rabbitrun… she deserves to live! I've seen her this whole time… she is worried about her kits and mate! Her clan! She needs to go back!"

"I told you," The Riverclan leader muttered to the Thunderclan leader.

"This cat killed Fawnleap. She does not deserve to live again." This cat, Rabbitrun, claimed with a stubborn edge.

"But she didn't! Fawnleap told her to, because it was the only way for Silverdust to not kill her before she could end this all!"

Rabbitrun shot a glance at Emberwing, frowning. "Is this true?"

Emberwing nodded her head with vigor.

"See? She deserves to be sent back to her clan. Who knows? Maybe one day she will be leader of Riverclan, and one day even sit on this stump where I am now?" the Riverclan leader said.

"As far-fetched as your assumption is, Riverflow, I agree. I think Emberwing should live." The Shadowclan leader stated. The Thunderclan and Skyclan leaders shook their heads in agreement.

Rabbitrun huffed, and rolled her eyes. "Fine, but I'm warning you," she said, looking into Emberwing's eyes, "If you don't become a great cat, you'll have to speak to me."

Emberwing smiled. "Yes, Rabbinrun."

~Many, many moons later~

"Emberwing, Emberwing! Tell us a story!" Hiddenheart's kits pounded through the Warriors den, waking her son, Spiderleap and her other daughter Whisperstrike.

"It's too early," Troutclaw groaned, snuggling closer to her and huffing some more as the kits, Goldkit and Greenkit, nudged him again. It still made Emberwing smile, how Hiddenheart had named her kits after the two little Starclan kits that had altered her life.

"Too bad, tell us a story!"

"Are you two bothering those poor cats again?" Beetleeyes called, her third batch of kits still riding her back.

"No!" Goldkit called out innocently, giggling as Greenkit scampered out of the den and between the brown and black queen's legs.

"Don't worry," Emberwing told the golden little kit, "I'll tell you a story in a few moments; let me wake up this lump of fur first." She gestured towards Troutclaw, who was already asleep again against her back.

"Okay! Hurry, though!"

"Are you feeling well, father? Would you like me to get Mistsun to grab you any herbs?"

"No, no, I'm fine," he yawned, licking Emberwing's ears affectionately, watching Spiderleap and Whisperstrike exit the den and leave the two of them alone.

"It's amazing, how such strong warriors they became," Troutclaw mused, smiling.

"It helped to have such an amazing father," she claimed with a smile.

"And you as a mother," he reminded her.

"Yes, and me… Now, let's go see Flamestar! I think he'll make you his deputy today!"

"He better, since I was his mentor," he joked, waving his tail in farewell as he went to the Leader's den.

Emberwing looked around at the bustling clan, smiling peacefully. Greyleaf was leading a border patrol out, and Spiderleap was with his mate and her previous apprentice, Lightflash.

"Emberwing, will you tell us a story now?" Greenkit pressed, so with a purr she grabbed a rainbow fish and led them over to the shade of a tree.

"Tell us one with a lot of battles in it!" ordered Goldkit.

"And a lot of surprises!" added Greenkit.

Just then, Beetleeye's three kits Slashkit, Loudkit, and Jumpkit, joined them.

"Make it have a love story, too!" Jumpkit called out with a squeak.

"Can Starclan be in it?" inquired Loudkit.

"Do you kits want anything else in it," Called Stormfur, now a scruffy old elder, as he settled down next to her.

"Don't worry," Emberwing comforted the five little kits with a purr, "I have the perfect one."

Looking up at the sky, she started with a deep breath, mingled with sadness and a rush of adrenaline. "It all began when I woke up, and my brother's fur was right in my face…"

Le End~

I.

Am.

Crying.

I cant believe that its just… over.

Done

Pouf.

O.O

…

Itll take a while to sink in, I think, but hey, this story only took up 58 days of my summer…

I have to thank all of my readers with my whole heart for commenting, favorite-ing, following, and basically supporting me through thick and thin, writers block and an extreme obsession with Halloween, and everything in between… you guys are all forever in my heart

FINAL QUESTION OF THE DAY: how did you guys like the ending? I had tears in my eyes though it, but… meh~ that's just me… what about you?

Okay, FOLLOW ME AS AN AUTHOR! I am posting a NEW STORY! Tomorrow!

Here is a sneak peek:

Splitkit always had it rough. Her mother never really cared for her, and she had no siblings. The whole clan never looked at her, and when they did they would flinch. She was named Splitkit for a reason, after all. The first time she looked in a puddle at her reflection, even she was horrified. Her face was split in half, one side black with a green eye, and the other tan with a blue eye. The rest of her pelt was calico, but that didn't matter. She was a freak.

Okay, that's like the summery or something, I guess… don't understand it? Look up "Venus the Cat" on Google Images, and you'll understand

Thank you to all of you who gave me cat names to use… did you know Silverdust was actually a Commentor's cat name? yup… she was supposed to be named Bouldershade… yup… Silverdust is a much better name, in my opinion…

I LOVE YOU ALL!

Mwa~

~EmberFall

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