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There were two cats standing under a leaning pine, its roots slightly uprooted to one side, causing it to tilt in that fashion. One of the cat’s, a smaller she-cat with smoky grey fur and black tabby stripes, I recognized.

I could remember her easily because of those fiery orange eyes. They were the ones I saw at the ambush on my home.
The second was another she-cat who was tall and long-legged, clearly from TundraClan, and she had striking electric blue eyes and a pitch black pelt.

“Gibb therb berk!”

Both cats raised their heads in alarm as they heard my…wonderful outburst of anger.

“How is she awake?” The tall, black one hissed in astonishment.

“Sh-shadowface…”

“Shut it!”

I narrowed my eyes as the blue-eyed one lashed down at something at the base of the pine, her claws coming back bloodied.

Who is that? The voice sounds familiar, but it doesn’t belong to any of my kits.

“Stop that, Nightfang,” the grey tabby mewed, “she’s not a threat anymore. We need to get back to Snow before she sees the kits.”

Nightfang…she’s the current deputy of TundraClan. What is she doing with the rogues?

Nightfang licked the blood off her claws, her tail flicking from side to side in clear agitation. “Why, Ashpaw? Maybe I want to stay here and see what all the fuss is about,” she said, slowly stalking towards me, her electric blue eyes churning with an internal fire.

“You know what will happen to the kits if we’re not there,” Ashpaw murmured stonily, her expression unreadable.

Nightfang paused, not taking her eyes off mine, her tail still twitching.

“So?” She growled, her paw reaching out towards my forehead.

What is going on here? What are they talking about? Where are my kits?

“Plus,” Ashpaw continued, “Shadowface is too dangerous for either of us to handle. Leave her.”
Nightfang sniffed, retracting her paw and turning away from me, her tail swooping back and forth.

“Fine, but only because you think its best,” she relented, showing a surprising amount of respect to a younger and less experienced cat.

As they turned to go, I felt my fury building, and thus the flames of my curse became a physical representation of my frustration, confusion, and will to fight.

I stretched my right paw far out in front of me, flinging it in an arc in the snow while still on my belly, the steam coming off my paw turning into a roaring green flame, its shape taking on an almost clawed appearance as it shot from my body and hurled itself toward Nightfang’s posterior.

As if she had eyes in the back of her head, Ashpaw immediately reacted, her head swiveling over her shoulder, her pupils widening as she saw the approaching flame. She slid to the side in front of the flame, her own body roaring to life in a halo of brilliant orange fire, the inferno creating a large circle in front of her that acted as a shield, dispelling my flames to no more than a sizzle.

I gasped.


She…she’s…

Nightfang hissed, her electric blue eyes round and filled with shock.

She’s like me and Darkmoon!

“Why?!” I cried, demanding answers; anything from cats who were like me, who saw that I was like them, and who seemed so bent on taking away the last pieces of happiness I had in this world. My kits.

Ashpaw’s blaze chilled, nothing but steam coming off her shoulders and irises.

“Because, we don’t have a choice,” she said, her voice hollow, “You will not follow us, if you are smart.”

Lies…all lies.

Together, they quickly slipped away into the icy pines, leaving me and the other cat they had hustled in the cold snow.