Author's Note: Salutations! I'm Inevitable Endings, beginner on this website. I've read many a fanfiction on here before, and decided to post my own. I'm sure I'll enjoy reading much hate mail and middle school-ish comments. It'll be great fun! This story is what I like to call and Inspiration Motivator. I have no plot set out; instead, I think up a very broad, very basic idea, and build off of it as I write. At this moment, I have no idea how this story will end. When I write this way, it helps to expand my creativity. I will read any ideas my readers have for me, but there is no guarantee that I will use them. Please review my story; I would love to answer any questions you may have.

Disclaimer: This story is merely my own based off of the Warriors series by the group known as Erin Hunter. Any similarities in my story to theirs, or to other fanfictions, is purely coincidental and not intended in any way.

The Pure Ones:

All was serene throughout the forest. Birds chirped softly, calling to one another. A slight breeze rustled the trees, swaying their branches back and forth. The beach was calmer than normal, with waves lazily lapping at the distant shore. It almost seemed too calm. Just off the shore of the beach lived a group of cats. They were unlike any other. Fast, fierce, satanic monsters. Or so it always seemed.

Of course, any cat who wasn't part of the group would think such things. Rumors spread quickly, though most weren't true. The beastly cats supposedly ate the bones of their elders and threw weak kits into the ocean. To think any cat would truly do such a thing! They weren't angels by any means, but they were far from demons.

On this particularly calm day, a tangled, black-pelted tom sat in wait, his emerald eyes peeking out from behind a bush. He watched for any sign of movement from his target. This was his test. If he passed this, he'd be a hero! All he had to do was wait for her. She'd been described to him perfectly- a beautiful golden she cat. Her ears were larger than most and her legs were long and slender. She was slim, but not too skinny. In fact, her stomach was just beginning to show signs of the kits that grew in her belly. Her tail was very fluffy in comparison to the rest of her body. She wasn't particular muscular. Her eyes were multicolored- one green and the other blue. And the black tom would be the one to rid the forest of one more of the Tainted Ones. One less threat to those he loved.

In the midst of his thoughts, the tom failed to notice a darker she cat emerge from a hole in the wall. 'One of their dens.' He mused. Why would any cat want to live in dirt like that? His gaze flickered to the side as yet another cat came from the entrance. One by one the clan slowly began to wake up. With a glance toward the sky, the black feline determined that it was barely past Sun-Up. For a moment, a strike of fear coursed through his body. He had to be back at camp by Sun-High or he'd fail!

His target! There she was! The she cat he was after had just exited a different den, farther up the steep slope of the cliff. She called out to a few cats below and chatted quietly. The tom strained his ears to her, picking up a few phrases. "I can't believe... he said that to...what was her... no!" It was typical she cat gossip, no doubt.

The tom flicked his tail anxiously. How could he draw her out without the whole clan trying to skin him alive? Looking back to her, it appeared he didn't need to. The golden she cat was striding toward the path leading to the top of the cliff.

Without hesitation, the tom took off, staying in the undergrowth but never letting her out of his sight. She was making this all too easy for him. He prayed to his ancestors that Quill was watching him now; there was no way he could miss this!

Once the golden she cat reached the top of the cliff, she flopped over with a soft thud, licking her plump belly. The tom crept forward, leaving the safety of the forest until he was exposed. Whether it was by sheer luck or the she cat was really that foolish- she didn't notice him. Not until he stepped on a dry leaf by mistake. He head whipped up, bright fur instantly bristling. "Who-" He cut her off as he pounced forward, pressing a paw against her throat. "Say a word and I'll slit it." he hissed softly, eyes staring into hers. The queen glared back defiantly but said nothing. Had she not been carrying kits, she would not have hesitated to teach this rogue a lesson.

Without warning, she twisted to the side, pushing the tom off of her with a mighty kick to the stomach. "Intruder!" She yowled, alerting the camp below. The black tom let out an angry growl, lunging forward until both were dangerously close to the edge of the cliff. "You'll regret that." He spat, tail lashing. "I would have spared you a quick death, but such treachery deserves no mercy. Goodbye, little she cat." With that, he pushed her forward toward the edge of the cliff.

The she cat let out a shriek as she desperately tried to cling to the sides. Below, the cries of her clanmates could be heard, trying to reach her as soon as possible. The black tom wasted no time in jumping forward, swiping his claws across her paws. He watched her fall, and time seemed to slow down. Her body twisted by instinct, though landing on her paws wouldn't help the she cat. The queen landed with a dull thud, legs and neck twisted at unimaginable angles.

Just as the first warrior reached the top of the cliff, the black tom took off, following his own scent trail back through the forest. "Goldensky!" He heard a distant wail. Mission complete. The black tom glanced back, but no one was following him. He slowed, sides heaving, allowing his lungs to catch up.

"Leo." The black tom spun around, eyes wide. "Did I pass, Quill?" He asked hopefully, chest swelling up with pride. The older warrior, a massive gray tom, cracked a smile. "You did well, Leo. Tonight, you become a true Fighter. The Pure Ones are lucky to have you. Let's go before those monsters try to attack us."

"Goldensky!" A white tom wailed, bending his head over the fallen she cat. Sootpaw watched in silence, a mixture of horror and anger displayed upon her face. What kind of monster would do such a horrible thing? The beloved queen was dead! Her poor kits! Her poor, poor unborn kits. Sootpaw almost cried out with Snagglepelt, Goldensky's mate. They'd lost more than three cats in one moon.

Her head turned to the side as Ashpaw approached sitting beside his sister with more of an outraged expression on his features. His tail lashed side to side, claws digging into the ground. "I'm going to destroy whoever did this." He vowed, a slight growl to his voice.

Sootpaw didn't have it in her to tell her friend how foolish his words were. This wasn't the first death this moon, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. 'Oh StarClan help us.'