Summary: The Clan thinks an angel came and brought her to ThunderClan. She has seen many tragedies in her short life so she has a sharp attitude and isn't quick on trusting too many cats. Will Holly be able to stand the life in ThunderClan with a broken heart when she doesn't trust them?

Ok, I'm going to try to update 4 stories at a time, but this story will probably a story I don't update too often. Sorry, I haven't been updating any of my other stories, I haven't been in the mood and I don't know when I will update.

Disclaimer-Erin Hunter owns Warriors, but I own Holly and her siblings, etc.

Prologue

A small kit watched with wide eyes as her mother fought a large tom. The tom pinned down the brownish she-cat.

"Mother!" the tiny kit squeaked taking a step forward.

"Holly, stay back!" the she-cat cried. "Watch over your sisters! Go! Run!"

Holly nodded. She was the oldest so she was responsible for her siblings. She was four-moons-old while her three sisters were one moon old. I'm going to have to carry them, Holly thought.

She picked up one of her sisters and her sister started to squeak. This kit was a light brown with black splotches. "Belle, be quiet." The kit went quiet. Holly carried her sister over to a hollow tree and placed Belle in it. "Stay here."

Holly ran to her other sisters. Next was a kit with silver, white, black, and golden-brown. Her next sister was quieter, but she refused to move since she couldn't see yet. "Twilight, come on!" Holly insisted. She grabbed her Twilight and roughly pulled her to the tree and set her beside Belle and she ran off for her last sister.

She ran toward her last sister, but what she saw made her skid to a stop. "Dusk, NO!!" She yowled her squeaky kit voice. Holly watched in horror as the giant gray and black tom picked up her younger sister. Holly also stared helplessly as the tom killed Dusk.

Holly noticed her mother slowly standing up as the tom dropped Dusk. Her mother charged at the tom, but the tom was ready. He grabbed her and pinned her down. Holly watched the tom as he suck his teeth into her mother's throat.

Holly's mother and sister were dead.

Now the tom was going to the hollow tree where her other sisters were.

"NO!" Holly cried.

The tom turned toward Holly. "Well, hello, daughter, what is your name?"

Holly began to tremble uncontrollably. "H-H-Holly. Y-You're my father?"

"Yes, I am," the tom meowed. In the tom's eyes there was a light of kindness. "I'm sorry you had to see what I did to your mother and sister, but it was their own fault."

"H-How?"

"They would not behave."

"B-but they didn't do anything wrong," Holly squeaked, still shaking uncontrollably.

"But they did!" the tom hissed. The kindness in his eyes disappeared into hatred. Holly shrunk under his gaze. "And you are just like them so you must die also!"

Holly's father swatted Holly making her fall to the ground. He raced over to the tree and pulled out two kits, Belle and Twilight, and was about to dash off when Holly yelped, "Stop!"

Her father set her sisters down. Her father went over to her and meowed in a hateful tone, "Good-bye forever." And everything went black.

There was no longer a conversation. There was no longer a beautiful brown-gold kit with one white paw, one black paw, a black tail-tip, a gray paw/leg, a silver underbelly, silver behind her ears, and brownish-orange spots.

All there was, was a four-moon-old kit covered in blood and half dead.

So what did you think? I know, it wasn't too happy of an ending, but work with me. Again, I don't know when I will update so please don't stop reading this if I take a while to update. And I know, there are a lot of Holly/Hollypaw's in stories, but I thought the name Holly fit her personality. Review please!!