Chapter 36

Alright guys! I LOVE YOU ALL! Also, Foxstar354emma is writing chapter 37! Thank you Emma! I love you girly! Also… the POV for this chapter is: TERROR: BYE!

Terror watched as his cats scattered around camp, eating their fill, well the cats that deserved food ate, the others wallowed in self pity that they were not good enough. Everyone was settling down, and starting to fall asleep. Terror watched as his mate, Nightfall, stumbled into their den, belly swaying. Why is she suddenly fat?

The red-eyed cat followed her, and settled into their nest. "Nighty, why are you suddenly fat?" He questioned. The black she-cat gasped and then doubled over with a look of sheer agony on her face. "Well," he said, not caring a lick about her pain.

"I-I think I'm just gaining weight," she wheezed. Terror tilted his head. "Excuse me love, but I-I need to get some air."

"Uh ok. Just… don't die or anything," he grumbled. Why won't she be affectionate anymore?! Grrr, I'll just scratch her later to punish her! Soon the gray tom fell asleep, snoring quietly.

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Terror found himself at the gates where he met the demon prince a while back. He felt piercing fox-length claws jab his ribs. "Beeeeee preeeepared Teeerrror. Weee arrre coming toooo kiilll," a voice screeched in his ear. Terror winced as the metallic sting from the voice echoed in his head.

"Thank you," he managed to choke out. "We will m-make the Clan cats pay," he hissed. Suddenly the gates whisked away in a blur in an evil cackle and burst of flames.

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Terror blinked, but realized he still wasn't awake. It's still a dream, so where am I? Suddenly the stars dazzled around him, and he saw three shapes in front of his eyes: Foxflame, Canine, and Nightfall. "W-What? What's happening? Foxflame?! Hwy are you here?!" He snarled.

The flame-point remained vigilant and quiet. "I was your first love, and deep down, I know you still love me deep down in your soul." She whispered, pain flickering in her gorgeous green eyes.

"No! You-re wrong! I-I hate you! You ruined my life!" He wailed, trying to claw her. She only dipped her head and sadness, and licked his forehead.

"Your time is coming to an end, but you will not be at peace when you rest. Your loved ones will be cut off from you when you pass, and you will be in infinite pain," she cried. "Just know, that hatred burns bright in your soul, but love can tarnish that flame. Choose love, dear Hawkfeather," she whispered, before vanishing.

"WAIT!" He wailed. Too late. Tears started to blur his vision, but he swallowed his grief and faced Canine. "Why are you here? Are you dead? D-Did they k-kill you?"

The broad shouldered tom shook his head. "My destiny does not end yet; I still have life in my paws. I'm here to tell you…that you'll see me again, but not in a state you will like. Just know I…" And yet again, another cat close to him disappeared.

"CANINE PLEASE DON'T GO!" Terror fell to the grass in a heap of agony, tears cascading down his cheeks. Finally looking up, he saw Nightfall's soft blue eyes, looking into his own eyes.

"Y-You're going to leave m-e too aren't you?" She didn't respond only rub her belly with one black paw.

"Oh Terror, I really did love you, at one point in my life. But then the love I felt for you started to fade, yet I still can't shake the feeling of emotions I fell for you," she whispered, wrapping her tail around his belly. "Remember me when you're gone is what I would say, but something tells me this final battle that you're so bent on finishing, won't be the last time we meet." And just like that, his mate was gone.

"N-Nightfall? I-I'm sorry," he whispered. His head felt fuzzy with grief, and all he wanted to do was fall to the ground and yowl to the stars how much hatred he held in his soul. The hatred that powered his grief and despair. The hatred that fueled the fire, no the desire to murder each and every Clan cat. Make their blood spill out of their wounds, turn the rivers red!

Suddenly he scented a she-cat only too familiar. "L-Lily…" he breathed. Terror whipped his head back and crashed into her, purring loud enough to shake the ground. "L-Lily. Y-You never visit m-my dreams anymore. W-Why?"

The cream and white she-cat sighed. "Because I'm afraid of what you've become," she whimpered. "Yes, you were battle hungry when I was alive, but now you're…insane. You no longer crave vengeance, you crave murder. And I will not stay to have my heart break as I watch the tom I loved break down in an insane spiral of blood and murder." She looked away, only to call three small kits over.

Terror felt his eyes glaze over, for he knew these were the kits Lily had carried when she was killed…by his own will and claws. Two toms, both gray as ash. They had their mother's eyes, but the small cream she-cat had his eyes. Red like blood, yet she looked so pure and innocent.

"T-These are the kits? That I…" Terror whimpered. Lily swallowed and nodded, bringing them closer to her.

"I believed in Starclan, for my mother descended from Skyclan. Starclan gave me a chance to live in peace under their protection and peace. My…our kits came with me," she said quietly.

Terror nodded, smiling as the young kits bounded around his paws. Suddenly they started to fade. "W-Wait? Kits! NO! THEY CAN'T LEAVE ME TOO! LILY MAKE IT STOP!"

The she-cat only whimpered and sighed. "Goodbye my love," she cried. Finally, her form faded completely, and Terror was left utterly alone.

"THIS IS WHY I HATE YOU STARCLAN! YOU DESTORY EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE I LOVE!" He yowled. "I will murder every Clan cat you swore protection on until their blood stains my paws!"