Chapter 44

Plays on Juniperfrost and Grayfur's actual deaths, to fit this story. Note: Bear is actually Bearstar, a canon cat in Foxstar and Juniperfrost's actual story, that was in love with Juniperfrost, who got rejected by her because she loved Grayfur. Sorry if I get names wrong, I'm awful with them. –CaptainBat

Yeah guys, Cap wrote this amazing chapter. This is Juniperfrost's POV and right now they're in the mist of Sanguis' battle! Thank you girly, love you! -Maj

Her legs trembled beneath her. Her mind was not processing what was happening. All she had wanted was to go out with her love, to have some peace for once. They hardly had any time to themselves, with all the issues facing them. They had wanted peace. They had wanted alone time. They had wanted just to be alone. And now Grayfur was crumpled, limp and bloody at her paws.

She raised her head, blue eyes meeting orange. The dark brown tabby stared back at her, eyes glinting and teeth gleaming dangerously. Her limbs continued shaking. She remembered him, from back when she was young, when Grayfur had just showed up. She was head over heels for the tom, following him around. She was a young warrior, still bright-eyed and innocent. She had no idea of the bad of the world. When she'd lost her mother and father, she'd only been a few moons old, and Foxflame had kept her in a little bubble, to keep her safe.

Then, she'd went out on her own. She'd been exploring, away from her sister's watchful eye, when she'd met him. Strong, bold, and flirty, he hadn't been afraid to come right up to her. He'd made it clear he liked her, and wanted her. But he'd made her uncomfortable.

And she was in love with Grayfur. She turned him down. He wasn't happy. She'd ran back to the others, making sure he couldn't follow her. She never told her sister about him; she didn't see it as that important.

She wished she'd told someone now.

"Bear, wh-why?" she whispered. "Wh-why would you do th-this?"

The tom stepped closer, eyes dark. " Why wouldn't I? He ruined what we could have had, together, Juniperfrost. Timberfrost and Summerheart? They could have been ours. Fogpaw, Blossompaw, and Wrenpaw? They could have been ours, too. We could have been happy! And you crushed it. You crushed my heart." He leaned close to her face. "And now I've crushed yours."

He was right. Her chest burned, and ached like something she'd never felt before. Hadn't felt since she'd lost her daughter, a feeling she'd prayed she would never feel again. A broken heart, one of the worst feelings you could ever feel.

She knew she had one chance, and one chance only, to bring justice to this tom. She let out an ear splitting screech. That was all it took for him to attack.

Juniperfrost rolled across the ground, yelping. Bear's claws pulled at her fur, gashing and tearing as he struggled to hold her down. Her own claws tore through his flank, feeling satisfied when he shrieked and blood sprayed over her muzzle and across the grass. He aimed a bite at her throat, which she barely managed to dodge. They sunk into her shoulder instead. She gave a loud cry, battering at his face as blood rolled down, covering her once clean white fur, staining it pink.

Twigs snapped near them, and a voice rose through the woods. "We're coming! Hold on!" Timberfrost. He was coming to save her.

"Timberfrost, be caref- " A sharp gasp left her mouth. She'd lost focus on the fight, gotten distracted...and that was the opening he needed. Sharp fangs dug into the fur at her neck, stabbing through flesh. Her paws battered at his body, and she weakly struggled. It couldn't end like this, not after everything she'd been through-

She never got to finish her thought, as she went limp. Her once bright blue eyes clouded over, the life in them gone. And just like that, she was dead.

"No!" Timberfrost screeched, staring down at the lifeless bodies of his parents.

No, this couldn't be happening, not now! He turned to face a smirking Bear, who looked far to pleased with himself. He chuckled quietly. "If I couldn't have her, then no one could have." Timberfrost snarled, getting into a position to lunge at him, but Lightningfall beat him to it, leaping past him and tackling the tabby to the ground. He watched as they tumbled to the ground in a yowling, bloody heap. He was being taken care of. Now, Timberfrost could collapse in peace.

He didn't see as Lightningfall landed a killing blow on Bear. He didn't hear Summerheart coming up to him. He didn't feel her bumping her head against his, trying to get his attention, asking him if he was alright. None of it was getting processed, except one fact.

His parents were dead.

And now, he felt lost.

I regret nothing :) –CaptainBat

-sniffle- Thank you Cap, for breaking my soul!