Hey readers! Sorry for the wait, school was crazy with finals and stuff. So like read and REVIEW! Please!

-Echosong

Oh and if you have not read Down A Dark Path, I suggest you do so because this story is the SEQUEL! It will be very confusing if you didn't read it.

Updated A/N: So after almost a year I've gotten back into editing this series. It'll probably go slowly, but I doubt anyone's still reading this… Honestly by now I'm just doing this for myself because I'm a perfectionist. Anyways hope you enjoy the revisions. ~Midnight

Prophecy:

It's chaos.

Pelts blend together, I can hardly tell friend from foe, except for the blurry outlines, as if the Dark Forest is fighting not to return to mist.

Ivypool was right – they're getting stronger.

Why are they here?

Haven't we lost enough?

We don't deserve this.

Yowls cut the air. Squeals of pain and fear. The nursery? The kits! Those foul, evil, spineless–

A dark shape hurls by me. Her claws are out and fury lights her face.

She's going to help – they'll be safe now.

Everything is in slow motion, a cat jumps at me, I roll away slashing their underbelly.

A horrible yowl cuts the air, had I hurt them that badly?

No.

It wasn't me.

It was another cat… friend? Or foe? I can't tell!

The cat slips away, and I jump to my feet.

Something barges into me, it's all so slow! What's wrong with me?

Then I see her through the mass of cats… fighting like a demon, fighting to save us all.

His furious yowl rips apart time.

A dark shape flies through the air…

I CAN'T LET IT HAPPEN!

I running faster than I ever have – flying really, not running.

I see her fear, see her resignation – if she's going to die she'll die right.

"NO!" The word escapes my mouth as my brain whirrs.

It has to happen. I must save her.

After all – this is all my fault.

I hear something, unimportant – muffled, sounding like "Traitor!"

Those horrible wicked claws are growing nearer, stretched to their full extent.

And I must save her.

Her gasp loud in my ears.

"No!" The yowl like a butterflies wing beat, came from someone else.

But there is nothing for it.

I have to save her.

This is the only way…

The ONLY way.

Pain.

Pain beyond all imaging. I feel the cruel claws, then the warm blood, see the darkness start to spread… spotting my vision.

Hear her cry.

Feel her pain - because I felt it only moments ago, when I thought this would be Her.

I have to,

One more time I have to see him.

There, just as I'm searching he starts, eyes fly wide open in horror – he doesn't know why.

I do.

Her frantic licks cover me; her heart-broken yowls for someone – anyone – to help are strangely echoed in my ears.

I feel horrible – I did not want her to feel pain.

But of course she would, how could she not?

Fear interrupts my worry.

How could I have been so stupid?

They need me!

And this is a wound even Jayfeather cannot heal…

What have I done?

But I had to save her… have I condemned us all?

Light basks me…

My borrowed moments are over.

A strong dark tabby waits with warm, sorry, amber eyes.

He knows as I know, that this was not supposed to happen.

So familiar.

As he should be…

Such a good warrior,

Resembling my killer,

And the only one I've ever

Loved

There I admitted it.

"I'm sorry," like everything else his voice is soft…

My pain is gone.

But my guilt remains…

What have I done?

The bright meadows of StarClan are empty, save for a pair of cats fighting in furious hisses, as they watch a battle unfolding in ThunderClan.

"Bluestar! How could this happen?" Yellowfang demands, her matted fur fluffed out, her claws unsheathed and eyes full of rage.

The lean grey she-cat licks her paw calmly, "It was her time to go Yellowfang," Bluestar meows simply. Yellowfang stares at her incredulously.

"You're kidding right?" Yellowfang mews in shock, "You're telling me that it's HER TIME?" Yellowfang spits in Bluestar's face.

This gets a reaction and Bluestar slowly drops her paw and opens her eyes. They are dull and full of sadness. "You make it seem like I don't care, Yellowfang, I am concerned, the Clan I love is falling apart and all I can do is watch!" She replies sharply.

"No," Yellowfang snaps as she turns and pads away. "You can do something, Bluestar, but you've just given up, you given up all hope for the Clan you once loved."

"You think I don't try? I give all my power to help my Clan!" Bluestar hisses, hurt and anger flashing in her eyes.

"You are giving up hope! Just like you did on your last lives as leader of ThunderClan! Firstar and ThunderClan need you now and you're doing nothing to help them!" Yellowfang yowls as she fades into the mist and Bluestar looks away, tears slipping do her face.

What can she do?