Yes, I am starting another story, which is probably a bad idea since half my stories I haven't and will probably never finish. However, I had to write this, I woke up this morning with the story idea all planned out and I ran to the computer to type it. So, here this story is. It's about Violet, Barley's sister. Some of you probably don't know who she is, but she appears in Secret of the Clans. Basically, Barley used to live in BloodClan with his sister, Violet, and brothers, Jumper and Hoot. Jumper and Hoot become Ice and Snake when they become Scourge's warriors, and Barley tries to care for Violet, but its not allowed in BloodClan to share a den with another cat, so Scourge decides that as punishment Ice and Snake will kill Violet (their sister). But Violet survives and Barley brings her to a Twoleg nest with a kittypet named Fuzz, and the Twolegs there heal her, and presumably she is happy as kittypet and lives there...

...however...

Personally, I thought that Violet was acting really weak and pitiful. Wouldn't she want to do something more with her life? Get revenge on Scourge for what he did? So maybe she did... and maybe she made a place for herself in the world...

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-Violet Sky-

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The last thing she remembered was her brother, dragging her across a blurry green and brown eternity. Her paws throbbed with pain, and she wanted to stop, to give in to the soft darkness that threatened to pull her down.

A Twoleg monster roared by and she flinched, causing agony to rip down her flank. Dark blood matted her ginger-gold fur and blinded her eyes. A slash across her muzzle pricked her with pain as she struggled to keep moving. Only Barley's support kept her from collapsing, and letting herself die there.

Searing memories flashed through her mind, things she did not want to remember. It seemed a lifetime away, though she knew that it had only taken place that day.

Jumper and Hoot standing in front of her, snarling. She barely recognized them. Their gray fur was bristling and around their necks were tooth and claw studded collars. "Jumper? Hoot?" she whispered, her eyes wide.

"We are Snake and Ice," hissed Hoot. "We earned our true names when we became full members of BloodClan. We are not helpless kittypets anymore."

"But-"

"You have broken the rules," snarled Jumper, or 'Ice'. You do not fend for yourself, but instead rely on your brother Barley to care for you!" He spat the name 'Barley' as though it was poison.

"You are my brothers too!" mewled the she-cat. She crouched lower, trying to hide in the shadows. "What has Scourge done to you? You are my family!"

"No more," spat Snake. "You can't even take care of yourself. You do not deserve a place in BloodClan. You do not deserve to live."

Before the she-cat could move, Ice leaped, bowling her over. She yowled as his razor-sharp claws ripped her pelt, tearing deep gashes into her flank. Something warm and sticky trickled into her mouth, and she choked on its metallic flavor.

Ice released her, and she tried to squirm away, but Snake pinned her down. The she-cat wailed, staring up into his cold eyes. Where happiness had been in his eyes there was only hate, and she could tell that he didn't care whether or not she was his sister. He just wanted her dead.

"Goodbye, Violet," Snake growled, and brought his claws down on her head.

The she-cat's eyes snapped open. Her brother stood over her, his eyes wide with worry. "Wake up, Violet," he mewed anxiously. "Wake up. You have to keep moving."

She lay on the ground, having crumpled during her flashback. She didn't want to get up. She wanted to sleep, where at least the pain would go away and she wouldn't have to worry.

"Violet!" Barley nudged her with a paw. "Get up! Please!"

Violet groaned, her paws gripping the ground uselessly. She didn't even know if she could keep moving once she stood. She closed her eyes again.

"We're almost there," Barley whispered. "I promise."

The ginger-gold she-cat shivered, but looked up drowsily. Slowly, shakily, she staggered to her paws, leaning on her brother for support. He murmured words she did not hear. A dull buzzing filled her senses, telling her to let go and go to sleep.

Then a new cat scent wound around her. Violet swayed as Barley stopped walking. They were in front of a Twoleg den, and as she watched, a kittypet padded down from the nest and walked over to Barley.

They spoke, though Violet couldn't hear what they said. Then the kittypet nodded, and Barley turned. "You'll be safe here," he promised, his muffled words just barely possible to hear. "The Twolegs will take care of you."

The she-cat blinked up at the Twoleg den. The kittypet walked to the entrance, and a Twoleg stepped out. It saw her and ran over.

"Bye, Violet," Barley whispered. "I promise you'll be fine."

He turned and disappeared into the shadows as the Twoleg reached her. Faintly, Violet felt it pick her up.

Bye… she thought, and everything went black.