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Ravenfoot curled up in her nest, her paws clutching her ears, trying to block out the noise. Every other warrior was sleeping peacefully around her, but they couldn't hear it. Or see them.

The black she-cat dared a look upwards, only to see the skinny russet dark forest warrior standing above her. One of her outstretched claws went right through another warriors head, but she knew he couldn't feel her. After all, Ravenfoot was the only one that could.

"Ravenfoot!" The transparent cat snarled.

She screwed her eyes shut again, but other ghostly voices chimed in. Toms, she-cats, even a few wails of kits.

"It's your time." A voice behind her now. One she immediately recognized. Flintstar, the other dark forest cat that terrorized her every waking moment. Him and Foxheart, who's muzzle was almost brushing hers now.

"Do it!" Foxheart's voice was almost a shriek, piercing the air around Ravenfoot. "You think we trained you for nothing?"

"Just because you can freely move between our world's doesn't mean you have more power then us." Flintstar again. She heard his claws unsheath, slashing the air behind her.

"StarClan can't help you now." Foxheart sneered, her lips drawing back. Ravenfoot knew it. There were so many Dark Forest warriors poised around the camp, they couldn't do anything.

There was a rustle beside her. It was Mudpatch, the warrior that Foxheart was on. He yawned, rolling over. Oblivious to the terrifying shrieks and voices swirling into the air.

"Daddy can't help you either." The red warrior ahead of her said smugly. Ravenfoot shot her head up, her claws sliding out, and she felt them connect with Foxheart's nose. She yowled, which caused a chain reaction with all the other dead cats.

Their voices all rose again, until Ravenfoot could barely think.

She lunged out of the den, flying over the sleeping warriors and falling in the middle of camp. A small white kitten, somehow in the dark forest, whispered into the air.

"Is she gonna do it?"

The other cats echoed the kitten.

"Do it."

She saw ghostly cats emerge from the crowd, some barely visible, and they circled her. Movements liquid, their fur brushing hers, she resisted a yowl. No cat had awoken yet.

Her eyes closed as Flintstar stood in front of her, his pale eyes calmly looking at the shaking she-cat. His tail waved another cat forward. A blue tom, dark tabby markings, white paws- Ravenfoot sensed him before she opened her eyes.

"R-rainfang-" She stuttered. "Brother."

The tom showed no emotion, his transparent tail held high.

"Do it."

Ravenfoot snapped. She stood, fixed in her brothers blue gaze, claws unsheathing as she stood tall.

She made her way towards the leaders den, and she caught a glimpse of the deputy. His yellow eyes shone in the darkness. He was the reason she had to do what she had to do. He couldn't see them like she could, but he knew. Somehow, he knew.

And now, before Ravenfoot could think, could stop herself, break free from Rainfang's trance, she was standing over the leader. He blinked open one of his bright eyes, but her claws came down before he could make a noise.

Finally, her eyes widened in terror of what she'd done. She heard wailing, cheering behind her. All of the dead warriors swarming the camp. No matter where she tried to run, they were there.

She threw her head back and shrieked, and felt a heavy paw on the back of her head before it all went black.