Warning: Although this chapter may make Night seem like a bish, know that she was forced into the Dark Forest. Just dont lose hope in her.

Nightfeather blinked open her eyes and scanned her surroundings. She seemed to be in a dark, murky forest. There were no stars in the night sky, only a half-moon, and even that was covered in clouds. Her heart began to race as she recognized her surrondings. The Dark Forest. She smiled to herself at the thought. She couldn't deny how excited she was.

The black she-cat padded forward onto the forest trail. Despite the slight breeze that had started, the leaves of the tall trees remained unmoving. It was as if time had stopped. Even the drops of dew hanging from leaves stopped in mid air, unable to complete thr journey to the ground. She stopped when her paws seemed to skid on the forest floor and looked down. It was slick with blood. She narrowed her eyed and dug her claws into the ground to get a better grip.

Nightfeather sprinted forward as a clearing came into view. Tall trees bordered it, and in the middle stood a large pile of bones. She gasped as she relaized one of the skulls was shaped like a cat head.

Voices and grunts filled the air. Cats of all different shapes and sizes were training with claws unsheated. Some of their bodies were faded, some where only a ghostly mist. Nightfeather shivered as she recalled a nursery tale.

The great Firestar fought with the evil she-cat. He leaped at her, but she met him, blow for blow. Her pelt was faded, as if she was nothing more than mist. She was being forgotten. Soon, she would dissapear.

Nightfeather stepped into the moonlight illuminating the clearing. Several cats stopped to stare, ans she felt her pelt itch with uneasiness. One cat, a black tom, slowly padded towards her. She could see right through him.

"So, you're Nightfeather?" He asked, voice laced with contempt. "Finchwing informed me you would be coming soon."

Nightfeather swallowed and gave a wordless nod.

He sighed. "My name is Breezepelt. I will be training you. Your first challenge: kill this poor excuse for a cat." He motioned with his tail towards a gray tom huddled in the middle of the clearing. "Maybe than I'll take you seriously, Clannie."

Nightfeather stiffened as she recognized the faint scent. Ashcloud. She narrowed her eyes as the cats that were training, pelts slick with blood, parted to let her pass. Ashcloud stood up as his eyes flared with recognition.

"Nightfeather! I never thought I'd see you here." He gave her a watery smile and flicked his tail.

Nightfeather continued to advance on him, eyes cold and claws unsheated. A dark smile was plastered on her muzzle. Her heart was edging towards this. She wanted this. He deserved it, didn't he? He broke her heart.

He began to slowly back away. "W-what a-are y-y-you doing?" He stammered.

Nightfeather didn't respond. Instead she gave him a grin and bunched her muscles. He would pay for what he did.

Oh, how he would pay.

Ashcloud gave a shriek as she pushed him to the ground, claws digging into his flesh. She raised a paw above his throat.

"P-p-please!" He pleaded with her.

Nightfeather hesitated for a second, but regained her composure in a heartbeat. Her thorn-sharp claws came down on his throat, slitting it. Blood spurted as he choked. The dark liquid stained her cheek.

She calmly stepped off him and watched as he gave a final, heaving breath. His body began to fade until there was nothing but blood left on the ground.

Nightfeather turned around and licked a paw, drawing it over her ear as she studied Breezepelt.

The black tom stared back as a smile began to form on his muzzle.

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Nightfeather gasped as she woke up. Her eyes welled with tears as she recalled the horrible dream, and her heart began to race. It was as if she couldn't control herself, as if where she was influenced her actions. Although she knew it was wrong, she couldn't deny the thirst she had felt for it. She raised a tail to her cheek and winced at the blood that stained the tip. She would have to wash this off before any cat woke up. The black she-cat stood and almost slipped. She glanced at her paws. They were blood-stained. The faint scent of Ashcloud lingered.

Nightfeather padded through the clearing, careful not to step on any tails. If she woke anyone up at this time, they would bite her head off. The shoreline came into view and she quickened her pace.

She sighed in relief as the blue water lapped at her paws. It seemed to wash away her worries as well as the blood. She wet her paw and drew it over her pelt, making sure to get the bloodstains. She dipped her claws in the lake and sat next to the water, letting her tail trail next to it. The water pulled at her fur.

A voice sounded next to her, and she immediately recognized it. She smiled.

"Up early, I see?" Lilyheart's quiet voice shook her from her thoughts.

Nightfeather nodded, flicking her tail to dry it. "Yeah. I was having a bad dream and I woke up."

Lilyheart turned her head to look out at the water. "I know how that feels," she whispered. " I always have dreams about Thistle."

Nightfeather laid a reassuring tail on the she-cat, her eyes shining with sympathy. "It's alright. He can't hurt you anymore."

Lilyheart sighed. "But what if he comes back and hurts my kits?" She whimpered.

Nightfeather narrowed her eyes. "He won't. The Clan won't let him." She wrapped her tail around the shaking queen. "I won't let him."

She have her a tiny nod and got up. "Well, Willowkit will be awake soon. I can't leave her waiting!" She let out a throaty purr and padded away, scar rippling with the movement of her muscles. Nightfeather watched her go and got up as well.

The main clearing of the gathering island was beginning to fill a little. Most of the warriors had woken up, and the queens were watching the kits play. The fresh-kill pile wasn't filled yet, but it was getting there. Echowing, who was one of the best huntresses in the Clan, managed to bring in a bit as well.

Nightfeather belly rumbled with hunger, but she (grudgingly) turned away from the prospect of food.

Fawnfur approached her and gave her a sympathetic glance. "Hungry?"

Nightfeather nodded, flicking her tail with embarrassment. "Yeah. But the queens and elders need to be fed first, right?"

Her mother gave a nod and sat down. "Indeed. So... when will I be expecting grandkits?"

Nightfeather took a moment to process what she said, and when she did, she let our a hiss. "Mom!"

Fawnfur purred. "I know, I know." She cocked her head to one side. "But you and Sparrowwing are mates now, right? It's all over Clan gossip."

Nightfeather felt as though she could sink to the floor from embarrasment. ShadowClan and ThunderClan were both well-known for their gossip, but she didn't want her life to be shared with everyone. "Yeah," she mumbled. "He asked, and I said yes." She felt heat rise in her pelt and ducked her head.

Fawnfur let out a squeal of excitement. "Yay! I'm so happy for you!"

Nightfeather rolled her eyes. She didn't see how it was so riveting.

Once the white-speckled she-cat left, she got up and made her way over to Mistflower. The gray she-cat was glancing around the clearing, as if looking for something.

"Are there any patrols I could join?" Nightfeather inquired.

Mistflower gave her a tight smile and nodded. "We're sending a patrol to spy on RiverClan, but it's dangerous. We're sending only our sthealty cats. Think you can handle it?"

Nightfeather felt shock ripple through her pelt and swallowed. A patrol into RiverClan territory was dangerous. What if they were caught? She remembered Rosestar's words.

"-you will be brutally murdered."

Nightfeather nodded. "Okay. Who's in it?"

"Pebblepelt is leading. Snowstripe, Wolffur, Addertooth, and Echowing are going." Mistflower meowed crisply. "I can't go; I have to watch over camp."

Nightfeather flicked her ear. "When do we go?"

Mistflower grinned. "Now. They'll be waiting for you at the end of the gathering log. Hurry!"

Nightfeather sprinted away, heart thumping in her chest. She made her way to the shoreline and leaped onto the log, wincing as it creaked. The familiar vertigo filled her vision as she began to quickly make her way to the other side, one paw after another. She sighed in relief as she finally leaped onto the sand on the other side. An impatient Addertooth greeted her.

"Nightfeather. Finally. I've been waiting all day." The tom grumbled and turned away, heading towards RiverClan territory.

Nightfeather rolled her eyes, wondering what Birdsong saw in the grumpy tom.

She followed him, crouching in thw reeds by the shoreline. Addertooth's tail lashed, and they both sprinted forward onto the beginnings of RiverClan territory. Nightfeather's nose wrinkled at the pugent fishy scent.

Addertooth used his tail to point towards a tall birch that seemed hollow. "That's where we're hiding for now. Go roll in otter dung and come back to meet us." He let out a hiss.
"Don't get caught."

Nightfeather crept through the thick reeds and stopped by a foul-smelling riverbank. She quickly located the disgusting substance and reluctanty rolled in it, her eyes screwed shut.

Echowing gave a quiet chuckle when she spotted Nightfeather. "You look dashing, Nightfeather."

Nightfeather sniffed and turned around, though her eyes also sparkled with a bit of amusement. She had seen her reflection in the river, and she didn't blame any cat for laughing at her. She would have laughed as well.

Pebblepelt sighed. "Break it up. Let's get a move on. Nightfeather and Wolffur, you're on the main patrol with me. Echowing, take east watch. Addertooth, west. The signal is rustling bushes. Go."

Nightfeather's whiskers twitched as she paired up with the messy-furred tom. He gave her a friendly smile and turned around. Pebblepelt gave them both a nod and crouched in the reeds.

Nightfeather narrowed her eyes as the patrol crept forward, ears pricked and jaws wide. She tasted the air and gave a flick of her tail, signaling it was clear ahead.

After a while, another stream came into view, the reeds surrounding it thicker than usual. Pebblepelt used his tail to point towards it. And mouthed the word camp. Wolffur and Nightfeather both gave him a nod of acknowledgment. Nightfeather slowly stepped after the two toms and sunk into the reeds, trying to cover her pelt as much as possible. She peered through and bit back a gasp.

The RiverClan camp seemed to be in chaos. The ground was splattered with blood, and the cats were all huddled in the middle of the clearing. Several rogues seemed to be watching over them, taunting them. Kits wailed for their mothers, which were no where to be seen. On the highest rock in camp stood Thistle, his amber eyes flashing as he watched over the camp.
Nightfeather's eyes widened as he let out a yowl.

"Let all cats of RoseClan gather beneath me for a Clan meeting!" He yowled, chest puffing with pride.

Nightfeather watched in horror as a queen and her three kits were shoved forward, all of their ribs visible. RoseClan. The name sent shivers down her spine.

"P-please," the queen, who Nightfeather now recognized as Dustblossom begged. "K-k-kill me, just d-don't hurt m-m-my kits."

Thistle observed her through amused eyes and gave a loud, cold laugh. "Blood and Fern, take care of her. I'll get her kits."

A brown tabby tom and a silver tabby she-cat both stepped forward, their claws unsheated. Fern grinned and leaped at the frail queen, landing square on her and pinning her down.

The cats of RiverClan watched helplessly, their eyes glazed over. Nightfeather glanced at Wolffur who was looking away, eyes screwed shut and tears rolling down his muzzle. She felt sympathy rush through her. Her former mentor always was gentle-hearted. She turned back to the scene.

Thistle was pushing each of the kits to the ground, forcing them to watch as Dustblossom was killed.

Fern grinned as Blood approached the queen and raised two paws above her face. She gave a screech as he slashed at her eyes. Blood stained the ground as Dustblossom screamed in agony, thrashing around. The silver tabby she-cat smiled and dug her claws into her neck, finishing the queen off.

The kits gave wails of grief and terror as they watched their mother die. They were barely three moons old, judging by their size. Thistle gave a lazy yawn and bent down to snap each of their necks. The light faded from their eyes in heartbeats.

Nightfeather felt a tap on her shoulder and ripped her eyes away from the massacre. Pebblepelt was leading Wolffur away.

"Come on." He whispered, eyes glazed over.

Note: although Nightfeather seems like a bish, don't worry. The Dark forest affects her. You'll find out why later. ;3 Don't lose hope!

This chapter is unedited, meaning spelling and grammar mistakes are to be expected. They will be fixed later.

Sparrow and Night though. X3 Their relationship will be realistic, meaningnit won't be perfect. So don't just give up on the ship because they fight, etc.

Lilyheart as well. ;-;

Snowstripe and Dawnpaw ;-;

Leaftail ;-;

Duskpaw ;-;

Thistle >:(

Sparrowwing .-. XD

Nightfeather ♥ lol this might be biased.