Yes, this is my first story, and I really, really wanted to do a continuation or 'inspired' one-shot series but Scarheart's famous Darker Legends. I am in no way trying to steal her famous idea; I am merely someone who was inspired and wanted to do their own twist on her amazing stories.

You too can submit your own cat for me to do! Just give me the name, Clan, and crime. I promise to get it out to you as soon as possible!

1. Shadepaw: The Prankster

All apprentices and kits like to play pranks on one another; this is almost tradition for a new apprentice to go underneath an initiation of sorts, a cruel prank played upon them to earn their fellow apprentice's respect. Many apprentices know when a line is drawn, when to stop their games and give the young cat a bit of a break. Others, on the other paw, do not. They're too blind to see when their 'jokes' have gone a little too far, when the poor apprentice has been tortured too much.

Shadepaw, a cocky apprentice of ShadowClan, was one of those apprentices. And he made a small apprentice pay the price for it.

"Come on, Scaredypaws!" he called, green eyes having a bright, mischievous glint in them as he looked across the river. "You're the one who said that your newleaf-plan was to be braver!" he added, watching the sleek light brown tabby across from them duck almost with shame.

"He's a scaredy-mouse," another apprentice quipped, laughing.

Their friend stared at them hotly, yellow eyes narrowed. "I'm not scared!" he snapped, whiskers twitching. His face took on a more panicked look as he glanced down at the river, where the treacherous white water foamed around the sandy banks. "It's just…very…fast," The tom bit his lip, looking up at the other two toms who stood in the long stalks of grass. "What if I fall in? You two aren't going to go in and catch me." He muttered, almost bitterly.

Rolling his eyes, he looked over to his friend, Sedgepaw. "Hawkpaw's too much of a cornered WindClan cat to jump the river," he sighed, before turning his eyes back at the other apprentice. "Fine, fine. Since you're too much of a kit to jump over the river, than Sedgepaw and I are going back to camp."

Hawkpaw's eyes widened in fear, his paws kneading the ground. "But, Shadepaw, I don't know the way back! Snakefang hasn't brought me to the river yet!" he meowed, yellow eyes flashing with fear.

Shadepaw's smug face curled into a grin, flicking his tail over the grass blades as Hawkpaw shuffled his paws again.

"We'll tell you the way back," he meowed over the river, watching as Hawkpaw's formally fearful face turned into a relaxed expression. "If you jump over the river." Hawkpaw's face fell once again.

Sedgepaw snickered. "It's not that hard," he told the other apprentice, rolling his eyes. "I mean, Blackfang made us do it when we were younger 'paws. Sure, your hind paws get a bit wet, but no one actually falls into the river," The apprentice tapped a dark brown paw into the water, watching as the white water bubbled around the fur, before pulling it back out.

Hawkpaw shifted. "But…white water means that the water's really fast," he murmured, tail curling underneath his legs. "Snakefang said so."

He sighed, shaking his head. "How many times do we have to say that you won't fall in? I mean, come on, Silverpaw did it. And she's perfectly fine."

"But-"

"You won't die, if that's what you're worried about. What're you, a kit? Should we start calling you Hawkkit from now on?" His eyes glittered with malice. "Come on, wittle Hawkkit! A big, fat frog is waiting for you back at camp!" He jabbed the other apprentice with the voice that his mother used to do to him, back before her life was taken by a bout of greencough that shaken ShadowClan to it's core.

From the concealment of the large trees, Hawkpaw's jaw clenched. "I'm not a kit," he spat, yellow eyes narrowed almost to snake-like slits.

Sedgepaw snickered once again. "Then you should prove it to us. Come on, live a little. You only live once, Hawkpaw," Sedgepaw rolled his eyes, "And, no offense to StarClan, but I don't think they have huge rivers for all of us to jump over once you get there." He muttered, whiskers twitching.

Stupid StarClan cats probably won't even let you try. They'll hold you back, just like Birdstar and Thornshade. All warriors are the same. He thought with an eye roll, looking back at the light brown tabby.

The apprentice was still very hesitant, even beginning to retreat back into the thick forest. His nose bridge crinkled, and he suddenly felt a small stab of anger, his lip curling back to reveal his fangs.

"Come on, you stupid kit! Jump the river!" he snarled, causing Sedgepaw to jolt in surprise, blinking wide amber eyes at his friend. "You won't be a good warrior until you do it!"

Sedgepaw's eyes widened, suddenly, and he looked over at Shadepaw, blinking rapidly. "You can't say that!" he hissed, eyes wide. "If he doesn't do it, and he goes to Birdstar, we'll be flayed!"

Shadepaw ignored him, watching as Hawkpaw's ears flattened, a look of pure shock taking over his face. "W-what?" he asked; Shadepaw could've sworn he saw his white paw's trembling through the grass.

The dark gray apprentice's eyes narrowed. "You can't expect to be a good fighter if you can't conquer your own fears, can you? What, do you think ThunderClan will ignore the fact that you're a scared kit and will just let you win battles?"

Hawkpaw's feet came together once again, and he blinked, suddenly dropping into something that reminded Shadepaw of a hunters crouch. "O-okay, Shadepaw. I'll do it." He whimpered, eyes still fearful.

Sedgepaw blinked, almost shockingly. "Uh, Shadepaw, he's actually going to do it," he said with a surprised voice, glancing at the other apprentices. "He'll…make it, right?" he asked, "I mean…," he dropped his voice to a low whisper, "We jumped by the quieter and narrower part of the river, and we jumped on that stone in the middle of the river. This is could seriously hurt him!"

Shadepaw rolled his eyes, a bitter feeling welling up inside of him as he glared at the apprentice across the river. "Who gives a piece of foxdung, Sedgepaw?" he spat, causing his large, admittedly less intelligent friend, to take a small step back. "Blackfang, Cedarclaw, and Shrewfoot made us jump the river when we were Hawkpaw's age!" he snarled, claws suddenly unsheathing and glittering in the lukewarm sunlight. "They threw bird dung on us to wake us up in the mornings! They pushed us into ThunderClan territory! They made us listen to Snowpelt's guidance on how to properly execute the killing blow on a mouse - may she rest in peace!" he snarled before he could stop himself, all the words and hidden tortures spilling out like blood from a freshly caught vole.

Sedgepaw blinked once again, his shoulders sagging. "Well….uh….-"

Suddenly, Hawkpaw's mew brought them from their discussion, and Shadepaw whipped his head in the small apprentices direction. "O-okay, I'm going to jump now…," the light brown tabby murmured, causing Shadepaw's cocky grin to return to his formally raged face.

This is going to be so fun to watch, He snickered, claws digging into the soft soil. Blackfang, Cedarclaw, and Shrewfoot thought they were so hilarious when they threw that bird dung on us. They thought it was funny to see Redstar almost shred us when he saw us in their territory. But I'll show them.

Shadepaw watched as Hawkpaw blinked, before leaping off of the ground with his hind paws, taking a running start. His paws cupped over the river banks edge, water splashing on his white paws. The small and lean apprentice bunched his muscles together, before taking a large leap.

From beside the observing apprentice, Sedgepaw's eyes were as big as a fawn's as he watched Hawkpaw soar over the river, his shadow falling across it's white and almost-black water.

Hawkpaw had just gotten about halfway over the river before he began to fall, his white belly making sharp contact with the frothing river. The apprentices eyes were huge, the whites of his eyes visible. The light brown tabby suddenly began to disappear underneath the water, his jaws parted in a last cry for help.

"Hawkpaw!" Sedgepaw cried, bounding from his spot in the safety of the grass. The dark brown apprentice began to wad in the water, his thick build aiding him so that he wouldn't be sucked down the river. Shadepaw stayed in his spot, his paws rooted to the ground, and watching as Sedgepaw's back disappeared, only the middle of his neck and up and tail visible.

Sedgepaw's head disappeared, before breaking the surface once again, eyes sweeping across the frothing waters.

His yellow eyes suddenly turned to Shadepaw's. "Shadepaw, help me! He could be drowning!" He was frantic, his normal stoic and less intelligent exterior being replaced by a cat worried for his friend.

Shadepaw blinked. "So?"

Sedgepaw's eyes widened. "What do you mean 'so'? Hawkpaw could die! And do you remember what Snowpelt said about cats who drown?" he demanded, almost shocking Shadepaw. After a moment of hesitation, the tom cat growled. "She said that they don't go to StarClan, you mousebrain! That their body is forever trapped underneath the water!" he cried, suddenly not as much angry as he was pleading.

Shadepaw rolled his eyes. "Do you think Blackfang, Cedarclaw or Shrewfoot would've cared if we drowned when they did this to us? They would've laughed in our faces for being as scared as Hawkpaw," At this, Shadepaw let out a humorless laugh, teeth baring at his closest friend.

Sedgepaw blinked. "But…," He looked down the river, and then at his legs, where Sedgepaw was ever so slightly beginning to drift with it, causing the apprentice to wad back to his side, shaking out his fur as he looked at Shadepaw. His eyes were determined. "But I'm going to tell Birdstar and Thornshade what you made Hawkpaw do," his one-time friend growled, claws digging into the wet sand. "And then they'll exile you for murdering him."

Once again, Shadepaw laughed, shaking his head. "Oh, Sedgepaw, dumb as ever. Come on, don't act like you're innocent," he growled, causing Sedgepaw to blink in confusion.

"Wha-"

"You helped me egg Hawkpaw into jumping. You gave me the idea." Shadepaw grinned. "His blood is on your paws as much as it is mine," he chuckled.

Sedgepaw blinked. "B-but I didn't…,"

Shadepaw snickered. "If I were you, I'd come up with a good lie. Snakefang and Hawkpaw's parents are going to start wondering where the little kit went, and I'm just going to point on back to you," he told the large apprentice.

The dark gray tom gave him a slight nod, before he calmly walked away from the river, ignoring the frightened glare that Sedgepaw followed him with.

Sedgepaw couldn't keep this secret. As soon as he got to camp, and was questioned by his caring mentor, he spilled what had happened to Hawkpaw. The search parties for the lost, kind apprentice stopped, and all eyes went to the unusually calm and quiet Shadepaw. The dark gray apprentice showed no remorse for what he had done, and was exiled from ShadowClan.

He soon died from a rock fall after traveling to the Moonstone, his paws missing a step on the huge boulders.

This is only the first of some of the darkest legends in Clan history.

Shadepaw. What's the matter with you.

If it's unclear, the reason he went all psycho is because of his mother dying and the fact that he was tortured as an apprentice; he just couldn't handle it anymore. If you're wondering about the whole 'if you drown your spirit is trapped' thing, it's based off of a book I read, where some dude drowned and everyone was freaking out because they thought he wouldn't make it to heaven.

Just tell me if you want to submit a cat! Remember: Name, Clan, crime.