Slivers of Light

by eaglenation

In a dark forest splattered with blood and marked with shattered dreams a small kit is born by the name of Splinterkit. She is born to MurkClan, a normal birth to a bloodthirsty father and an abused mother. When she watches her siblings murdered for being weak and and she meets an apprentice from ThunderClan, Splinterkit begins to wonder what life is like in normal Clans.

1. Prologue - the birth of Splinterkit

Her name was Shatterpelt. Her pelt was a patchwork of different colours, orange and brown and white and black. Her eyes were the silver of the moon. She was a normal she-cat, raised during the beginning of the Clans, loved and cared for by her Clanmates. She was from ThunderClan, a very loyal cat. She hunted, she patrolled, and she loved. It was her ambition that changed it all. She fell in love with a cat from another Clan by the name of Goldentail. But her Clanmates would not let her be with him, claiming it was against the warrior code. And so she began a revolt against the newly accepted warrior code when her leader punished her. Blood was spilled as she and her gradually growing group of followers killed the leader of ThunderClan, followed by the deputy. Her name became a curse amongst her Clan mates. It spoke of shattered dreams, and no longer her pelt only. It gave root to fear amongst the four Clans. The remaining leaders alive met, condemning her to exile. This fear could not continue. Driven back by the sheer amount of the Clans joined together, Shatterpelt, Goldentail, and her small group of followers were forced to flee after a short battle, during which the love which Shatterpelt fought for was killed. And so the small group of cats had to run. They ran from the old forest, ran and ran, to a thicker wilderness, where creepers hung from the tallest trees and pine needles littered the ground. Here, in the hollow in a tree, Shatterpelt gave birth to Goldentail's kits. The three kits she named after the colour of their coats: Goldenkit had the coat of a lion, a fierce killer. The second, Silverkit, the pelt of the moon, a dark stalker, and the third, Bloodkit, a coat the colour of the blood that had rained from Goldentail when he had died. That had splattered the grass when Shatterpelt had killed her Clan leader. That horrible, and yet beautiful blood.

And so Shatterpelt began a new Clan: The Clan of shattered dreams, one built on hatred and blood. She became Shatterstar the feared. Even StarClan feared her, for she blackmailed them into accepting another Clan. And she named this new clan the MurkClan, for that is what the forest that surrounded them resembled. Shatterstar put in place a slightly modified warrior code: only the strongest survive. It was a good Clan, in some ways. There were no weak ones, because they were killed off. Each cat obeyed the code, because they feared death. Each cat cared about his or her Clan mates, because they had no choice. And no cat ever left, for if they did, they would meet something more than death.

And that day came when Shatterstar gave up her last life. But she did not go to StarClan, no. Nor to the Dark Forest. She went to someplace in between, a place where there is good nor bad. A place called Shade, because it was neither dark nor light. And her kit took her place, he became Bloodstar. He led the Clan like his mother, and yet he was kinder. He did not like to shed blood, unless obliged by his mother's new Code. And a day came when he passed away, too. And then the darkest era came upon the MurkClan, the time of Creeperstar. He was a vicious killer, having been Shatterstar's favourite lieutenant. He had proposed the modified Clan code, in fact, and had also been Bloodstar's deputy. He relished in the killing of elders too weak to survive on their own, in the maiming of kits he thought could challenge him. In the breaking of hearts. He ruled by fear only. For a while, there was no such thing as light. And finally, the day of his demise came too.

The following leaders followed in his footsteps, however, many worse, many better, but always bloodthirsty. Generations came to pass, all spotted with blood. And one day, came the birth of a small kit, Splinterkit,to her proud mother, Tearpool, and her highly expecting and cruel father, Frozenstar. This was also a time of peace in the other Clans, and so it was somewhat in MurkClan, if there could be peace in a Clan born of blood.

In ThunderClan, there was also another kit born, to his mother Tremblefrost, and his unknowing WindClan father, Badgerstep. His name was Sparkkit, and he was born on the same day as Splinterkit.

This is the story of these two kits, who with little knowledge about it, changed all the Clans forever.