I watched the first drifts of white dance between the trees as I slowly padded across the cold, frozen ground. I had been cast out of the clan only a short few minutes ago.

As I wandered in search of a new shelter, I thought about how unfair this all was, being exiled because of a mouse-brained prophecy given by an honoured warrior of Starclan. if the snow shall fall into the darkness, Thunder, Wind, River and Shadow clash and be destroyed from the inside out.

I remembered my first moment in this clan as clearly as if I was the one having kits instead of the one being born. The night I was born was a cold snowy one, the Middle of leafbare in fact and a storm was raging, and the whole clan was struggling with finding prey and border skirmishes between furious clans fighting over the most foolish reasons. My mother was one of the worst affected in a battle between our clan, Thunderclan, and Shadowclan. When I was born my mother had been injured badly, just clinging on to life. The moment I took my first breath, she had taken her last. Obviously, my father had blamed me for her and my stillborn siblings deaths.

My closest other memory was of when I was two moons old. "Hey, Sharpclaw! I missed you! Willowsplash told me you were sent on the dawn patrol. Look at what I can do, I'm going to be the best warrior ever!" I called. He only growled "Yeah. Now leave me alone!" He stalked over to me and shoved me backwards. That day my trust of who was once known as my father shattered and I never thought of him the same way again.

As soon as I turned six moons old I was told that I would be thrown out of the clan the next day. So I prepared as best as I could and hoped for the best. I hadn't even heard of the prophecy until that night.

In my dreams I was visited by a lovely cat named Brokenshard in a flower filled meadow. I had questioned this cat but he soon won me over with some honey filled words and promises of glory and greatness if I would join him in training. When he spoke of the forsaken prophecy my dreams were ruined, but he soon followed that up with how I could prove my clan wrong by achieving much more.

The next day I woke up filled with dread for this would be the day I was to say goodbye to the one and only cat that was nice to me. Just seeing Grasspaw filled me to the brim with happiness and joy. Sadly that would be the last time I would see him, alive. Grasspaw had came up to me with grief evident in his eyes. " Goodbye. " he murmured to me, I met his vibrant emerald green eyes for the last time and whispered softly "Goodbye to you too." As I turned and started to walk out of the camp entrance for the last time, Sharpclaw sneered "You don't deserve to live! It should have been you who died in that storm!"

I turned and looked at him quickly in shock, then as fast as lightning I whiped past and sunk my sharpened claws deep into his neck. "You have no idea what you have done to yourself and this mouse-brained clan full of fox hearted cats like you!"

As fast as that had happened, I sprinted out of the hole of the wall of the camp. My heightened stamina and senses make me a fast runner and I see no other cat following my footsteps. I assumed they must all be grieving for their fallen ' loyal and brave ' warrior. I felt pleasure seeping into me as I remembered the look on his face as I sunk my claws into his soft neck and feeling the warm sticky blood flow freely, splashing me and dying my paws red.

I groaned to myself as I heard running footsteps swiftly but quietly approach. "I thought I'd never see you again! After the whole clan saw what you did I had a chance to sneak out from the dirt place tunnel to find you." The voice called. I sighed peacefully as I recognised the sweet voice of my beloved Grasspaw. "I-I'm so sorry but I can't be with you! It's for the safety of both you and me... You have to believe me. Keep running and never stop for the rest of your life! Get away from this broken place, that's the only way you will ever be safe!" I called fearful of my own strength. He looked over at me uncertainly and then after a quick moment of hsitation crossed his eyes, he turned and fled into the undergrowth.

Finally alone I thought how funny it was that the first significant thing I had ever said to my father had been that I would be the best warrior the forest had ever seen. I had never even gotten to become a warrior let alone even a good one, instead becoming the twisted hate filled monster I was now fueled on by the scorns that had soon become a part of everyday life and the act of pushing away a loved to save their life.

My last thought before blacking out in a nearby cave was: "I will have my revenge Thunderclan, don't you worry. I'll be back and I'll kill everyone in my way of my fortold destiny. To make everyone that has injured me in some way, either mentally or phisically, to pay. With their lives.

A.N: Some ideas from Crystalstar of LightClan. I might make another chapter of this or I may leave it as a one shot letting the readers imagination decide weather the clans fall or not. If anyone wants to take on this story, just let me know and we can go over some details.

Have a great morning/afternoon/evening/ night!

- Amberflame