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There is no possibilty of seeing light in the Dark forest.
He knew this only too well. In his dreams, he had visited the very same place whenever Hawkfrost wanted to see him.
Who knew it wasnt impossible to talk with dead killers?
The tom neatly wrapped his tail around his paws and sat, ears pricked, ready to react in case Hawkfrost decided to sneak attack him.
"Good evening, Ashfur." Hawkfrost padded out of nowhere. Ashfur whipped around in surprise. How in starclan does this tom appear and vanish without him noticing?
"You wanted to see me?" Ashfur nodded back, his face devoid of emotions.
"Oh, yes. In fact, everyone of us needs your aid." The huge, broad-shouldered tabby circled around the young grey warrior, his icy eyes narrowed to blue needles.
"Who's we?"
"Tigerstar, Thistleclaw and I with couple of others who are willing to participate in the plans..." Hawkfrost answered, the blue fire of hatred never leaving his eyes. Ashfur and Hawkfrost were never close to each other. They agreed to cooperate in plans but as enemies who are willing to work together in order to get what they had longed for.
Ashfur was tired of the 'plans' Hawkfrost kept on suggesting. The last time he participated, Firestar wasnt killed and Brambleclaw had become the Thunderclan deputy. This whatever plan he made, with no doubt, would be as pointless as the ones before.
"What makes you think I'll participate?" In return for the snarl, Ashfur had his chin suddenly lifted with a huge claw digging into the flesh. Blood splattered to the ground. Ashfur kept his head as still as stone. All he could do was glare back at Hawkfrost's eyes.
Eyes the color of ice.
Eyes the color of the nigtmare season when cats either starve from scarce prey or bathes in sickness.
"I'm making an offer, you little fox-dung." Hawkfrost hissed into his ears, his breath releasing a stench of rotting crowfood and blood. "In return for helping us, we agreed to send some of our cats to help you force Squirrelflight suffer the pain you had to endure even until this moment." Then the claw dissapeared from his chin but Ashfur was still frozen to the spot.
"Squirrelflight?" He repeated his lover's name.
"Of course. Remember in all those seasons that followed after she confessed that you were nothing more than a replacement for Brambleclaw just until they get back together again?"
Closing his eyes, he was transported back to the day Squirrelflight had looked him in the eyes, saying that she was sorry but she didnt love him.
"Squirrelflight, wait. Please." Ashfur had begged. "You love me. I know you do."
"I'm sorry, Ashfur. But I-"
"Say that you love me. Say it! Please, I beg you to..."
But she was already padding away, not even stopping to glance over her shoulder.
Padding away to Brambleclaw and the happiness that will follow after while he is imprisoned and tormented, a pain that would never leave for as long as he lives, a suffocation that will never caese no matter how many breaths he took.
"Well?" A growl from Hawkfrost snapped him out of his memories. "Are you going to help us or not?"
Ashfur remained silent, carefully analyzing the offer made to him.
"I'm guessing in exchange, I should help you to make sure you conquer all four clans, including Thunderclan, am I right?" It wasnt even a guess. If Tigerstar is behind the plans then his main goal is to obvioulsy aim for power and conquering. Ashfur had already figured it out when Hawkfrost mentioned the word "plans" and "Tigerstar".
"Smart as always, Ashfur." Hawkfrost purred. Well, it was expected of the grey warrior. He wasnt popular among all the clans for nothing.
"Am I the only cat alive agreeing to help you with this?" Ashfur asked, his voice suddenly filled with suspicion. "Tigerstar wouldnt have gotten warriors like Thistleclaw involved if it wasnt something big."
As if to answer his question, Brokenstar's yowl rang across to them.
"They're here!" Hawkfrost lifted his head at the noise, his ears pricked for the cats he had been expecting to meet.
From behind the trees, three cats emerged.
They had a look of shock on their faces at the sight of Hawkfrost and Ashfur.
Ashfur tipped his head to one side. How interesting, he thought, so this is how you're going to play this game, Tigerstar?
The biggest of them with broad shoulders stepped foward, confronting Hawkfrost. "What do you want? Why are we here?"
"I wanted to talk with you." The Riverclan tabby gazed back feigning innocence. "Welcome to the Dark forest, my dear Brambleclaw, Tawnypelt and Mothwing."

Description
There is no possibilty of seeing light in the Dark forest.
He knew this only too well. In his dreams, he had visited the very same place whenever Hawkfrost wanted to see him.
Who knew it wasnt impossible to talk with dead killers?
The tom neatly wrapped his tail around his paws and sat, ears pricked, ready to react in case Hawkfrost decided to sneak attack him.
"Good evening, Ashfur." Hawkfrost padded out of nowhere. Ashfur whipped around in surprise. How in starclan does this tom appear and vanish without him noticing?
"You wanted to see me?" Ashfur nodded back, his face devoid of emotions.
"Oh, yes. In fact, everyone of us needs your aid." The huge, broad-shouldered tabby circled around the young grey warrior, his icy eyes narrowed to blue needles.
"Who's we?"
"Tigerstar, Thistleclaw and I with couple of others who are willing to participate in the plans..." Hawkfrost answered, the blue fire of hatred never leaving his eyes. Ashfur and Hawkfrost were never close to each other. They agreed to cooperate in plans but as enemies who are willing to work together in order to get what they had longed for.
Ashfur was tired of the 'plans' Hawkfrost kept on suggesting. The last time he participated, Firestar wasnt killed and Brambleclaw had become the Thunderclan deputy. This whatever plan he made, with no doubt, would be as pointless as the ones before.
"What makes you think I'll participate?" In return for the snarl, Ashfur had his chin suddenly lifted with a huge claw digging into the flesh. Blood splattered to the ground. Ashfur kept his head as still as stone. All he could do was glare back at Hawkfrost's eyes.
Eyes the color of ice.
Eyes the color of the nigtmare season when cats either starve from scarce prey or bathes in sickness.
"I'm making an offer, you little fox-dung." Hawkfrost hissed into his ears, his breath releasing a stench of rotting crowfood and blood. "In return for helping us, we agreed to send some of our cats to help you force Squirrelflight suffer the pain you had to endure even until this moment." Then the claw dissapeared from his chin but Ashfur was still frozen to the spot.
"Squirrelflight?" He repeated his lover's name.
"Of course. Remember in all those seasons that followed after she confessed that you were nothing more than a replacement for Brambleclaw just until they get back together again?"
Closing his eyes, he was transported back to the day Squirrelflight had looked him in the eyes, saying that she was sorry but she didnt love him.
"Squirrelflight, wait. Please." Ashfur had begged. "You love me. I know you do."
"I'm sorry, Ashfur. But I-"
"Say that you love me. Say it! Please, I beg you to..."
But she was already padding away, not even stopping to glance over her shoulder.
Padding away to Brambleclaw and the happiness that will follow after while he is imprisoned and tormented, a pain that would never leave for as long as he lives, a suffocation that will never caese no matter how many breaths he took.
"Well?" A growl from Hawkfrost snapped him out of his memories. "Are you going to help us or not?"
Ashfur remained silent, carefully analyzing the offer made to him.
"I'm guessing in exchange, I should help you to make sure you conquer all four clans, including Thunderclan, am I right?" It wasnt even a guess. If Tigerstar is behind the plans then his main goal is to obvioulsy aim for power and conquering. Ashfur had already figured it out when Hawkfrost mentioned the word "plans" and "Tigerstar".
"Smart as always, Ashfur." Hawkfrost purred. Well, it was expected of the grey warrior. He wasnt popular among all the clans for nothing.
"Am I the only cat alive agreeing to help you with this?" Ashfur asked, his voice suddenly filled with suspicion. "Tigerstar wouldnt have gotten warriors like Thistleclaw involved if it wasnt something big."
As if to answer his question, Brokenstar's yowl rang across to them.
"They're here!" Hawkfrost lifted his head at the noise, his ears pricked for the cats he had been expecting to meet.
From behind the trees, three cats emerged.
They had a look of shock on their faces at the sight of Hawkfrost and Ashfur.
Ashfur tipped his head to one side. How interesting, he thought, so this is how you're going to play this game, Tigerstar?
The biggest of them with broad shoulders stepped foward, confronting Hawkfrost. "What do you want? Why are we here?"
"I wanted to talk with you." The Riverclan tabby gazed back feigning innocence. "Welcome to the Dark forest, my dear Brambleclaw, Tawnypelt and Mothwing."