Chapter 30

Alright, so thanks for Keeper for writing this chapter with me! Thanks! The last words she wrote was, "He purred…" so yup! I hope I didn't leave you guys tooooooo angry, and the next chapter you will get some answers! Ciao my lovely Ashes! *Kisses* Bye my loves!

Pouncer groaned, amber eyes opening to meet a pair of brilliant, sea-green eyes. A tail suddenly covered his vision, and a deep, yet soothing, voice filled his ears. "Go back to sleep," the voice said. "You've been through a long day."

"So he's from Memoryclan?"

"Yip! Bark bark yap."

"Hoyttaler here says that yes, he is. His scent matches up."

"And you? You were there for a while, weren't you?"

"I suppose you could say that. But yes, he was there."

I know that voice...

"Nightfall?" Pouncer whimpered.

The black she-cat saw stalking towards him, a murderous look in here eyes. "Oh, darling," she purred silkily. "You didn't really think that I ever loved you, now did you?"

"No..." He breathed.

And then Nightfall lunged towards him and sunk her teeth into his neck.

He woke up screaming.

Clouded amber eyes blinked open. A face swam into his vision, clouded and hazy but still there.

"Keeper?" He murmured.

The face laughed quietly. "No," it- A male voice, he noticed- said. "I am Evening Star, a healer."

Blinking again, Pouncer noticed that Evening Star had medium-length, light gray hair, with shimmering undertones of gold. It was an interesting color, one that he'd never seen before. And his eyes were a dazzling sea-green, familiar, comforting, and compassionate.

"Do I know you?" He asked.

Evening Star smiled. "I was the one who healed you."

Confused, Pouncer said, "From what?"

"Injuries inflicted on you by a Pain Demon." Said an outside voice. Twisting his head from his position on the ground, he saw a cat flicker in and out of vision before fully materializing, revealing a shadowy pelt with dark amber eyes.

Evening Star bowed his head. "This is Shadowwalker. She's our leading expert on all paranormal activity."

"Paranormal... What now? And what do you mean, Pain Demon?"

Shadowwalker ghosted forward. She stayed in the shadows, Pouncer noted, taking extra care not to go in the sunlight. "Paranormal activity," she began, "is any type of supernatural activity outside of what's normal. A Pain Demon is a type of demon that specializes in inflicting pain, be it mental, emotional, or physical."

"Um... Okay?" Pouncer said awkwardly. "And who are you guys?"

Evening Star cleared his throat. "We are descended from a group of animals that escaped from a laboratory in England. The animals ranged from all around the world, and were experimented on until they gained supernatural abilities. When they escaped, the cats in the group split off from the others, and formed this group. The leadership and mutant genes were passed down from generation to generation, forming the group we currently have today. As our ancestors hailed from all over the world, we have a more extensive knowledge of the world than most others."

Pouncer stared up at the healer, even more. Infused than he had been previously. "Alright," he began. "So who's-" He fell silent, eyes locked onto a cat that had just entered the clearing.

Keeper.

Leaping up, he launched himself across the clearing, before tackling the winged mutant and shoving his nose onto hers. "Keeper!" He purred. The black cat gasped, and pushed him off in a hurry. Her fur was fluffed up, and her midnight eyes fiery.

"Stay away! I told you last time I don't know you!" She snapped. Pouncer stepped back.

"My love, what do you mean? Wait where are we? My head hurts, and wait! Why aren't we in Starclan?" He asked. Keeper narrowed her eyes at him.

"What do you mean?" A white. Scarred she-cat came up behind his mate, and whispered something into her ear. Evening Star smiled from a distance before padding up to the confused tom.

"The remedy I gave you, gave you some memory loss. You should be regaining them later, and tomorrow." The tom smiled gently. Pouncer blinked twice.

"W-What happened? Why was I hurt?" The white she-cat looked skeptical. Pouncer noticed her beautiful eyes, they seemed to tell stories only few cats could understand. He suddenly felt a yearning to comfort her, but decided not to because she looked like she could snap his neck in a second.

Evening Star led him to a sheltered corner, but Pouncer noticed that Keeper steered clear of him. Why does she suddenly hate me? Swallowing his sadness, he sat next to Evening Star. "Well, we found you and your Clan beaten by demons, and you were badly messed up. Everyone was fleeing, but Keeper saved you. You owe her your life," he added. "We don't know much about you or your life, so Frost suggested we tell you about ourselves." Pouncer placed his tail on the tom's shoulder.

"My memory will be back tomorrow?" He confirmed. The light gray tom nodded. "Alright, but before you tell me your life stories, I need to speak with someone," he said sadly. Evening Star directed his gaze towards the winged, pitch black cat. He smiled sadly, but dipped his head.

Pouncer padded over to his apparently ex-mate, his eyes were sad, amber pools. "I need answers," he said sternly. She narrowed her beautiful blue eyes, but nodded slowly.

"What happened to us? I love you Keeper, why don't you love me anymore?" He wailed. Keeper let out a watery sigh, but looked away.

She slowly turned to face him. Her expression gave away nothing. "I'm sorry. I just…don't know. I'm sorry, but I can't help you," she hissed. Suddenly she leaped towards him, but stopped. "I remember when I first saw you, you know what you did? You whined that I didn't know you, and I'm sorry ok? But can you please leave me alone?! I CAN'T STAND YOU!" She snarled in his ear.

Pouncer stepped back. "Fine! Once I get my own memories back, I can't wait to leave you!" He cried, screaming in her face. "I loved you!"

Alright, so I'm going to do a Keeper POV scene! Ciao!

Keeper watched from afar as cats from Frost's group hesitantly told Pouncer their stories. Only she and Shadowwatcher stood away. "Do you ever feel like you could just…disappear?" Keeper asked the she-cat. Shadowwatcher sighed, and suddenly disappeared. Touché…

Later the night, Keeper was settled, ready to sleep in a jumble of roots, when suddenly the light flashed. Keeper seemed to be standing on clouds, observing from above. When she looked closer, she saw three kits sleeping next to a white flame point she-cat. The white cat looked at the kits like they were her own, when Keeper could tell the white and silver kit obviously the white cat's daughter.

W-Why do I feel…jealous of the she-cat? I-I don't even know her! B-But I know those kits aren't hers…they aren't! Unknown emotions bubbled inside Keeper as the she-cat sniffed and nuzzled the three strange kits.

One kit, the black tom, looked into the flame point's green gaze, and asked," Do you think my mother made it back to Starclan?" The simple question tugged Keeper's heart, and tears threatened to cascade down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry little darling, I'm so sorry," she whimpered, collapsing. Her eyes were blurry with tears as the kit looked away sadly. She wanted to wrap her tail around him, to comfort him. I'm so sorry…I'm sorry Vista…