"After the wave hit the den, Fluffystream and I were swept deep underwater." Loveheart recited the story of her death, smiling as the gathered Starclan kits squealed in awe and fear. "It was long and painful, but we stuck together and the last thing I saw was his handsome face." The red she cat leaned into her mate's side, looking up at him with a purr. Fluffystream smiled back and nuzzled her.

Timberkit let out squeak of amazement. "You're so brave, Loveheart!"

"Not as brave as you, young one." Silverstar strolled over to the group, giving Timberkit a lick. "You stayed calm at your time of death in the wave."

"Only because you showed up." Nutwhisker's kit sniffed, hugging Silverstar's foreleg.

The other kits fell into excited chatters. Roundclaw didn't even notice Pebblekit bound over to him until his loud squeak jolted him from his thoughts. "So Roundclaw, what was your death like?"

The grey-brown tom blinked in surprise his body tensing as flashbacks of his death arose. The other kits let out curious mews and gathered behind Pebblekit, all asking Roundclaw about his death.

Roundclaw stammered. "U-uhm.. No more questions please." He shuffled up into a seated position but the kits surrounded him with joyfully squeaks and piled ontop of him. Roundclaw was forced back down onto the ground with a yowl of surprise.

"Tell us!" Timberkit cheered with the others, bouncing on Roundclaw head. The other kits wriggled around on his back, keeping him firmly pinned.

Fear spiked within Roundclaw and he let out a shriek of terror. "Get off!" He panicked, memories of his unfortunate death surging up from the deep, dark depths of his mind. No, no, no! Roundclaw lashed out blindly, desperate to escape the kits' grasps. He caught one of the bundles in his claws and a pained squeal reached his ears. Heartbeats later, the crowd of six kits retreated behind Loveheart and Fluffystream, hiding from Roundclaw.

The light furred tom sucked in a sharp breath, still splayed flat on the ground. Tears poured from his eyes, his chest heaving with panicked breathes.

He felt movement around him and a warm, white pelt appeared in his vision. "Roundclaw." Zeye's soft voice murmured in his ears. "What happened?"

"I don't wanna remember anymore." Roundclaw cried, trembling. "Let me forget!"

"Forget what?" Zeye asked, his tongue lapping Roundclaw's head rhythmically.

"M-my death." He whimpered back, his breathing still laboured.

Zeye was silent for a moment, before whispering. "Shh, it's okay. Here, count with me. One.. two.. three. One.. two.. three."

Eventually, with the help of Zeye's gentle chanting, Roundclaw calmed down. He lifted his head to see the kit he had wounded. It was Timberkit, his own brother's kit. Fortunately, the little tom looked okay despite the nasty scratch on his face.

Looking at Timberkit triggered a faint pang of grief to rush through Roundclaw. Nutwhisker was gone forever, trapped in NoName's shadows. He'd never be able to see any of his family or Clan ever again.

"Hey, Roundclaw?" Zeye murmured suddenly. "I have an idea."

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Zeye made his way through the Dark Forest. His first victim was the leader of the so-called 'DeathClan' who had ruined Roundclaw's life. He called himself Night and was a well-known resident in the Place of No Stars.

It'll be easy to find this cat. Then I can track down the others. The white tom continued across a worn-down pathway, his ears pricked for any noises.

It wasn't long before he heard pawsteps behind him and he spun around to find an orange she cat baring her teeth at him, her bright golden wings raised at her sides. "Flare." Zeye grinned at her.

"What are you doing here?" The Dark Forest she cat snarled, standing stiffly before him.

"I'm looking for a cat. His name is Night." He mewed, watching as her yellow eyes narrowed in thought. "He is in desperate need of a slow, painful death."

"I don't know who you're talking about." The orange she cat replied, her thick tail lashing as she sank her claws into the dull soil.

"That's not the answer I'm looking for." Zeye suddenly blinked closer to her, his muzzle less than a whisker-length from her. "Tell me where Night is or I'll make you."

Flare gritted her teeth in anger, shrinking away from the white tom. "Keep going forwards and you'll find him." Then she hastily spread her wings and flew up into the air to escape.

Zeye sat back and watched Flare go, his blue eyes calm. If she had lied to him, she'd join Night. Maybe he'd even get NoName and her brothers to join in to eradicate that disgusting family forever.

Zeye let his thoughts drift as he followed the pathway Flare had pointed to, and it wasn't long at all before he came across a small, scruffy den. Inside peered a pair of glowing blue eyes. "Night?" Zeye asked, stopping by the entrance.

"Aye." The tom growled in reply. "And who are you?" He didn't move from the shadows of his den.

"Your destiny." He replied bitterly, and with a stone cold face, Zeye got to work.

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Padding down one of the many alleyways of Twolegplace, Zeye let out a tired sigh. Night's interrogation of the whereabouts of his past companions had been difficult. The black tom had only given vague details; one was in a nearby twolegplace, two were kittypets close by and the other three were part of a group in the forest.

He didn't want to waste time looking for the cats who had helped kill Roundclaw. Zeye wanted to get their deaths out of the way and return to Starclan for some relaxation time.

An ear-splittingly loud yowl echoed from further up the alleyway. Zeye quickened his pace until he came across a large cardboard box. Inside was an elderly tom and a she cat. The she cat was writhing in pain, her bloated belly a clear sign that she was kitting right at that moment.

The tom noticed Zeye at the entrance and let out a feral hiss. "Stay back! Don't come near us!" His yellow teeth were bared and he protectively stood over the young kitting she cat.

"Are you Dust?" Zeye asked, not moving an inch even as the old tom swiped threateningly at him.

"Ya, why?" He growled, ears flattening as the she cat let out another wail of pain.

"Is this your mate?" Zeye looked down at the she cat, gazing at her bright green eyes. They were the same shade as Dust's. "Or your daughter?"

"Midnight is my kit." Dust glared at him. "Now what do you want with us?"

"I'm just here for revenge on LightClan's behalf." Zeye shrugged, flicking a paw at the tom. He immediately seized up and fell ontop of Midnight. Zeye kicked him off the whimpering she cat and pinned him down. "I hope you burn in the afterlife." Then he cut open Dust's throat, sitting back as blood splattered his pelt, including the she cat.

"No!" Midnight cried, one of her forepaws stretched out for her dying father. "H-how could you?!" She paused for breath, her flanks heaving as her kits slowly arrived. "You monster!"

As she spoke, her first kit fell onto the blood-stained cardboard. Zeye watched with stone-cold silence, not even bothering to lick the blood off his white pelt. Soon the second kit fell beside his sister, writhing and crying for warmth. He was the last kit. Midnight, her green eyes stretched wide in terror from Zeye's assertive presence, struggled to lean over and carry her kits into the curve of her belly.

Zeye studied the she cat, watching as she shrank further into herself, squirming under his glare. She was obviously exhausted from the ordeal. An easy kill. The white tom decided not to wait any longer and lifted a paw. The two new-borm kits were raised into the air with squeaks.

The she cat gasped in horror, reaching for them with shaky paws. "N-No please! Not my kits! Don't take them!"

"Any spawn of the cat who helped kill my son must be eradicated. All three of you will die today." Zeye unsheathed his claws and the squirming kits were crushed with his powers, their blood and guts raining down upon their wailing mother.

Midnight let out a terrible screech, fighting to get to Zeye. "I'll kill you! I'll kill you!" She cried, her green eyes filled with blind rage and grief.

"No, you actually won't." Zeye replied, slicing open her neck and letting her bleed to death beside her father.

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The next two were easy targets.

A pair of fat kittypets were attempting to hunt within the confinements of their garden. Zeye didn't even blink as he smashed them flat against the fence, hearing the shrieking sounds coming from the twolegs when they found their cats' crushed remains. They searched for the murderer, but Zeye had already calmly trotted away without looking back once.

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Zeye peered down from the tree he crouched on. Below, a fairly large rogue group made their way along the forest floor. Among those eight cats were three descendents of the she cat who had killed Roundclaw.

The group looked fearsome; the lead tom cat striding confidently at the head of the group while the others stalked menacingly behind him. They all bore scars of past battles. There was no room for a soft-hearted cat in this group.

Silently, Zeye blinked onto the ground behind them. He had to get rid of the five useless rogues in order to take his time with the main three victims; a she cat and her two sons.

They didn't even notice him as he formed two small, circular shields in his paws and got ready to throw them. Zeye smirked with joy as he threw the shields, watching as they flew right into the two cats at the back. They sliced right through the two toms and they fell, dead.

Zeye let the twin shields disappear with a flick of his forepaws, watching as the other cats spun around to face him. "H-How?!" The lead tom snarled, pushing through the others to confront Zeye.

The white tom smiled only slightly, sending a newly formed shield into the tom's neck. As the lead cat fell, Zeye advanced on the last two, swiftly smashing them both against a tree.

The final three let out squeals of terror, attempting to run away, but Zeye encircled them with shimmering, impenetrable blue walls. The Promethean stalked slowly towards his trapped prey, his gaze on the older she cat. "Your mother killed a cat very dear to me. Although she died, I do not want her murderous blood to be spread."

One of the young toms, barely older than nine moons, snarled at him. "You're the murderer here, not her!"

"You didn't even know her, young one." Zeye replied, fixing his burning blue gaze on him. The tom shrank away behind his mother, eyes wide.

"Leave us alone! We don't need to be punished for my mother's mistakes!" The she cat hissed, banging her paws against the forcefield.

"I didn't come here and kill all these cats for nothing." Zeye grinned at her as dread filled her features. "You will die. All three of you. But how..."

"Make it quick, please." The she cat mumbled, staring at her paws. "A-At least for my kits."

"No, Dawn!" One of the kits hugged her forelegs.

Zeye rolled his eyes and stepped through the shield, letting it fade away around them. Then he snatched up one of the toms and tossed him against a tree with his telekinesis. His shriek of pain rang around the clearing, making the she cat sob pitifully. Zeye kicked aside the other tom, getting him away from his mother. "You two will watch me kill her!" The white tom snarled, pinning the she cat down. She squirmed feebly beneath his paws, crying and wailing for mercy.

With his already-blood-stained claws, Zeye clawed her belly repeatedly, tearing and ripping at her flesh. She screamed in agony, kicking at him. One of the kits attempted to pull him away but Zeye held him back with his powers. As the she cat bled onto the ground, Zeye turned to the tom still slumped against the tree and quickly ended his suffering. Next came the second tom; his throat was sliced open.

Once Zeye returned to the she cat, she was already dead. He sighed. "She didn't last long at all." He looked around the clearing. It was a bloody mess, littered with the mauled bodies of eight cats. Zeye looked at himself; he was coated in thick blood. He snickered softly as he blinked back to Starclan. "How will I ever get all this blood out?"

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This side of Zeye is fun to write c: