Chapter 32

Alright! I was feeling inspired, so yay! This little message is for Cap, so Cap Juniperfrost will make a cute little appearance, I hope you like it! Ciao babes! (CHAPTER TOLD IN NIGHTFALL'S POV)

Sanguis was fleeing, the fire was dying down, the demons had fled. The world seemed to be crashing down around her. She saw a golden and white she-cat struggling to free a young gray cat from a tangle of burnt roots. Nightfall raced over to help, but in the process got clawed by the she-cat. "Stay away from me and my son!" She snapped, clawing Nightfall's ear.

"I'm trying to help you," she hissed. The black she-cat pulled the roots back while the cat pulled her son out, licking his fur clean.

"Thank you," she purred, nuzzling her small son. Nightfall dipped her head and pointed to some hollow trees all tangled up.

"I saw some of your friends run into there, go. Stay safe," she whispered before dashing off.

…

Nightfall raced into the camp where her group was basking around in glory. Terror jumped onto the highest rock, red eyes gleaming with triumph. "We have won against the evil Memoryclan cats! Their dead bodies will wither away in the smoke, ashes and blood," he hissed. Nightfall quivered.

Wait? Where's Canine?! "Terror! Canine is missing!" Nightfall cried. The gray tom suddenly stood still.

"He's…gone? Is he dead?! WHO KILLED HIM?!" He roared.

"No! I don't know, he's just not here! Maybe he's been taken or worse…" Suddenly Terror jumped down and scratched her face. Blood trickled down her cheek.

"Never say that again," he hissed. Stunning, Nightfall watched as Terror stalked away to his den. Everyone turned to stare at her, but after a few minutes went back to their basking in glory. W-What?

…

That night, Nightfall was sleeping in her nest with Terror, disgusted by his very twitch. You're disgusting! I-I hate you! Suddenly he wrapped his tail around her waist, bringing her closer. Warm fuzzies danced around her belly, but was soon overwhelmed with agony and guilt.

She closed her eyes, and slowly, sleep came to her.

Nightfall found herself in a gorgeous forest, starts and warmth everywhere. Pouncer was standing quite a distance from her, and she found herself rushing to him. Suddenly a wave of anger passed through her, and she bared her teeth in a snarl.

"Did you really think I loved you?" She growled. Fear sparked in his amber eyes as she neared him, claws unsheathed.

"No…" Suddenly she sunk her teeth into his neck, feeling the tang of his blood on her tongue. What have I done?! She released the love of her life, watching the life drain from his body. He laid in a pool of his own blood, eyes rolled back.

"P-Pouncer? N-N-No please! I-I'm sorry, I love you! Please!" she cried.

Nightfall woke up in a jolt, fur fluffed up with fear. Dreams, no nightmares. It was only a nightmare! She noticed Terror was still sleeping, so she quietly padded out of the den. As she exited the den, the atmosphere was happy and full of triumph. Nightfall didn't share their enthusiasm, instead felt incredibly guilty that her group had caused so much pain to Pouncer's home. I'm so sorry, I love you Pouncer.

"I need some air," she whispered to Dagger." The silver she-cat nodded, not taking her gaze off of Terror, who had just come out of his den.

"Morning darling," he purred towards Dagger, making her swoon. Nightfall rolled her eyes, leaving camp.

"My life, I have a choice: I can leave. I could live with Pouncer, be happy! B-But I can't abandon Terror," she whimpered to herself. Suddenly, a dark ginger she-cat tackled Nightfall, pinning her down. The she-cat's sharp claws tug into Nightfall flank, making her gasp.

"You have two minutes to tell me everything," she hissed. Nightfall swallowed, but kicked the cat, sending her sprawling. "I'm Majesty, nice to meet you too," she snickered, wiping the blood of her lip.

"Who are you? What do you want with me?" Nightfall hissed, narrowing her eyes. Majesty laughed grimly.

"I met a golden and white she-cat along the way. Chatty, but happy that I fixed her son's leg. She yapped on and on about you, what a strange cat. I caught her a mouse, just to be extra nice," she purred. Nightfall snorted.

"Luckily for me, I have superior hearing, and could hear you from my camp. Oh! And I heard you whining about Pouncer," she cooed. Nightfall stiffened.

"How do you know him?"

"Dream, I helped him. He your mate? I mean, wow! He's very attractive," Majesty purred, twitching her whiskers. Nightfall rumbled a deep growl and leapt for the dark ginger she-cat.

Nightfall started to deliver blows to her belly, sending up clumps of ginger fur. Majesty cried out and gave her a scratch across the face. "I can tell this isn't the first time you've been wounded today," Majesty sniffed.

Finally, both she-cats stopped fighting. "Enough alright?! I can help you!" Nightfall sniffed, eyes narrowed.

"How?"

"I know how to…oh wait! I think I hear my friend, Frost, yowling for me," she smiled.

"How can you tell?" Majesty pointed at her ears.

"Excellent hearing," she cried over her shoulder as she raced through the undergrowth. Nightfall watched her run. Ugh, strange she-cat. Waste of breath!