Nightsong's Story-Chapter Seven.

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Note: Yes, this is a remix, but i remixed it to get the music. The story and art is mine. I would recomment pressing the flag to hear the music when listening to this. Also fullscreen works best on the art, the eyes are cool. First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/506111760/ Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/560632244/ Next: Nightkit didn't know where he was. He must have fallen asleep after-/oh no./ The memory came back, and he felt tears coming on. No, stop. He told himself. Don't cry. He opened his burning eyes, then bolted up in alarm, fur spiking. He was in a forest. The trees red-brown, the leaves crimson. There were no stars, the moon was blood hued. The underbrush rustled with shadows and eyes. Nightkit shivered violently, fur flattening as he forced himself to calm down. Where was he? That was the question. Not EmberClan. Not StarClan. Oh, /burn the stars./ Nightkit cursed. That's where he was. The Place of No Stars. The Dark Forest. Nightkit lashed his thin tail, but that triggered a coughing spasm. His throat was already raspy from crying, and he hacked out coughs continually, blood flecking his teeth as it flew from his mouth. "Greetings, little kit." A voice sounded behind him. Nightkit froze, coughs stopping in surprise. "/This?/" Another voice, deep and growling snarled. "This is a runt!" "He is one of us." The first voice, smooth and eloquent, chided softly. Nightkit turned around, horror clear on his face. The first voice belonged to a dark gray she-cat with a fluffy tail and violet eyes. Violet eyes that burned like his did. Like Mossystep. Like Bluepaw. Like Crystalsight. Like the tiny Ivykit. Just a bit like Copperkit's and Lionpaw's. And like the powerfully build tom beside her, with dark brown fur, reddish brown eyes, and strong muscles. They both had a slight red aura around them. Cats of the Dark Forest. Nightkit's first instinct was to run. But he dismissed that quickly. They knew the terrain and were faster. It would make him look like a fool. "Little Newmoon." The violet eyed she-cat greeted him. That name again. Nightkit was still. "Oh, let's just get back to Dragonfly." The tom lashed his tail. "At least she's competent." Dragonfly! That was the name Bluepaw used in their games! She called Copperkit Brightshield and Nightsong Newmoon. How did these strange cats know about it? "I am Darkslash." The she-cat continued. "And this is Blackclaw. You two can get to know each other. Tell him the basics." Without another word, she slipped into the forest. Nightkit was left with a menacing looking cat who looked like he hated him. Blackclaw glared at him. "I'm not going to honeycoat this. You are a Mystic, someone with powerful abilities. The Shadow Mystic, to be precise. Your other name is Newmoon. It runs in your family. I will help you find out what you can do and train you in it." Nightkit was stunned, and it took him a bit to absorb this information. "But I don't want to learn from you! I want Mother!" He cried, realizing he sounded childish but not caring. "Oh, grow up. StarClan is unfair, it takes those too early. Foreseer was going to die soon anyway. She never learned her power." Blackclaw snarled. Forseer. That must be Crystalsight. Nightkit was tearing up now. "I want to go home! Leave me alone!" "Tonight. Then you'll come back." Blackclaw snarled. The dream ended, and Nightkit woke up shaking in his nest, with Copperkit curled up serenely beside him, snoring. The Clan would wake up later to find Crystalsight gone. Nightkit didn't think he would ever wake up. He felt a awful stirring inside him, a headache, a fluid in his lungs. Oh no. Greencough.