I sat in the back of camp beside my twin brother, Smokepaw.

"Then by the powers of Starclan, I name you Littlestep!" Lightstar was declaring. Every cat cheered, except for the twins in the back, Raggedpaw and Smokepaw. As the clan meeting ended, Littlestep flaunted over to them, her long tail lashing.

"Why were you two mousebrains not cheering for me?!" she demanded, teeth bared in a snarl of outrage.

Looking at eachother, I answered. "We weren't interested. It was too boring to do the same as everyone else. So,"

"We said nothing." Smokepaw finished my sentence for me.

Littlestep huffed haughtily. "That's no excuse! Interested or not, you should cheer you big sister on!" she hissed.

Exchanging another look, we got up and went around our older sister. "We'd rather not." we said in unison.

Huffing with outrage Littlestep stalked off to talk to her friend Chestnutfall.

Later that evening, as I was just drifting off to sleep after (regretfully, I admit to this) glancing repeatedly at the young Starlingpaw across the den from me, I jolted up and instantly at attention when I heard the shriek of Littlestep, sounding the alarm on her vigil.

Every cat was jolted awake and was called to the clearing just in time to see Bloodclan cats pouring into the clearing after effortlessly getting rid of a caterwauling Littlestep.

Smokepaw and I instantly went down into fighting stances, back to back.

"Smokepaw, are you ready?" I snarled almost emotionlessly. I cared not about the death of my half-sister (indeed, she was not our full sister), I only cared about killing the Bloodclan cats. These were the cats who had killed our parents.

"I was born ready, Raggedpaw." Smokestep growled as Lightstar yowled the familiar command.

"Shadowclan, ATTACK!"

I yowled a battle cry as I lashed at the nearest Bloodclan cat, showing no mercy. I looked to my side and saw Smokepaw doing the same, effortlessly gliding over the already blood soaked ground. I don't recall how long had passed, but I do recall this. I had just rid the world of a Bloodclan cat when a cat's scream pierced the air above all of the other sounds of battle. My heart stopped. Never in my life had I been truly terrified, but at that moment I was. Fear grabbed hold of my heart with its icy tendrils and time seemed to slow as I turned and looked to my left. Without even realizing it, my mouth parted and I let loose the most awful sound I had ever heard. Every cat stopped fighting and turned to watch as I ran through the crowd of blood stained cats to find a large Bloodclan cat dropping a mangled black clan cat out of its gaping maul. I knew who it was without even having to look. My heart caused me so much pain from grief that I was tempted to tear it out of my chest, just to get rid of the pain and misery sure to come.

I don't remember much after that, but what I do remember is that Shadowclan managed to chase the Bloodclan cats away.

Not a day goes by that I don't miss my brother. Its part of why I'm as secluded as I am. I avoid looking at my own reflection for fear that I may see Smokepaw instead, and that I may be lost in grief again. And now that I'm a warrior, its even worse. The only one keeping me sane without her even realizing it, is Starlingfall. Her just being there is enough for me. My name is Raggedflight, and I am broken.

Disclaimer! I do not own Warriors. This is merely a fan-fiction of a character of mine.