***This is my first story of the forgotten villans in the Clans history. It will be a collection of one-shots. I'm will use you cats if you give me their name, Clan, and crime. This is of my own creation.***

Midnightstar: The Kit-Napper

The reign of Midnightstar was the purposely forgotten history of RiverClan. Cats can remember hearing stories about the deputy Midnightbreeze, but nothing is known about the dreaded leader he would become. The only thing known about his evil triad is the best deputy in the history of the RiverClan, Goldensoul, was born during that time.

Now it is time to begin one of the darkest legends in the forest.

It was a cold foggy leaf-bare night. The feared RiverClan leader stared out across the foaming and frothing river. The waters were violent tonight, but they should pose no problem for Nightclaw, the fiercest warrior in RiverClan.

A dark gray blob slithered out of the water. The fierce warrior shook with fear and from the cold. In his large jaws sat a ginger kit no more that three moons old. He dropped the wailing kit unceremoniously onto the rocky riverbed.

Midnightstar padded slowly down to his waiting warrior. "I see you have what I asked you to get for me. You have proven to be a great warrior Nightclaw."

The young warrior didn't say anything, but bowed his head. Getting such praise from his leader was a rare occasion. He didn't want to his good luck by letting his tongue slip.

"You can bring Deathkit to the pit. He will need his rest for tomorrow." He gave the struggling and whimpering kit a full toothy smile.

Only after Nightclaw had fully disappeared from view did Midnightstar start on his way back to the RiverClan camp. He wanted a nice peaceful walk to think about everything that he had accomplished in his time as leader.

Well, he had killed Hazestar... five times. That was enough to be amazing, but he had a thing for flare. He had kits kidnapped from the other Clans to fuel his apprentices taste for blood. RiverClan would rule the forest with him at its head.

When he finally returned to the camp, he could see the pit out of the corner of his view. Five battered kits were sharing a piece of fish. He could see Deathkit, Skullkit, Bloodkit, Woundkit, and Festerkit. One of the apprentices must have killed Rottenkit. They didn't last very long anymore. Deathkit would probably one make it a couple moons; he did look rather weak.

Suddenly one of his own kits tumbled out of the nursery. The light gray she-cat looked like she was going to faint when she realized it was the leader she had bumped into. Her mother, Biteflower, looked on fearfully.

Midnightstar took one look at the pitiful looking kit and swiped a massive paw at the poor thing. It flew in a perfect arc over the camp and hit a hard willow tree. There was a splintering crack and the young kit slumped to the ground, dead.

No one in the camp moved. The poor mother just stared at her lost kit. The tom of the liter looked painfully on his playmate. They had just been playing a simple game; why did Mistkit have to die.

Midnightstar looked at Goldenkit and sneered. "That is what happens when you misbehave. I hope you have learned your lesson. If not, there is still your mother."

The golden tom quickly nodded his head as fast as he could. There was no way he could stand losing his mother too. The leader beckoned with his tail, so Goldenkit had two choices: follow his leader or see his mother suffer the same fate. Of course, being the smart kit he is, he followed his leader past the pity filled eyes.

They all knew what to the expect, the apprentices most of all. Scarpaw looked at the kit with glazed over eyes. Something very similar had happened to her. She was considered weak and worthless, so it was her mother who was killed without mercy. Her brother refused to complied, so he was also killed. Scarpaw was the only one left in her family besides her father, the dreaded Midnightstar.

Goldenkit wadded across the flowing river after his leader. The current almost swept him away several times, but he was saved by his claw snagging on the rocky bottom. He was able to heave himself up onto the Sunning Rocks.

"Stay there Goldenkit. I have a little test I want you to do before you can become a full apprentice." said Midnightstar slyly.

Despite himself, Goldenkit felt his heartbeat pick up. He had always dreamed of becoming apprentice. The only difference was, he had seen his sister standing by his side. "I'm ready to do what ever it takes Midnightstar."

"Good, very good." cackled Midnightstar. "I want you to attack that kit. That silly WindClan kit has wander so far away from his territory. He needs to be taught a lesson." He pointed a black paw to Woundkit. He had been purposely placed there by his deputy, Tornfire, to see how the little tom would react.

Goldenkit stared with horror at his leader. This what not what he expected. Surely this was a joke. His leader's eyes told him otherwise, it was either him or the kit. Goldenkit gulped and walked towards the wayward kit.

His whole body right down to his legs was shaking. He regretfully launched himself at the kit. As he was about to hit him, the kit turned to face him. He saw the haunted eyes that stared out through a dark hole in the RiverClan camp. Goldenkit was too late to stop his claws from sinking into the defenseless kits neck.

As the blood pooled around his claws and splashed onto the ground, Midnightstar just laughed a cruel and heartless laugh. "Goldenkit, you impressed me. I thought you would be to much of a wimp. Now hurry up and get to camp. We will hold your apprentice ceremony soon."

Goldenkit could bear to look at the lifeless body of the kit anymore. He first headed to the river and wash the blood off his paws. He watched as the red tentacles of blood washed down the stream. The life of the innocent kit was slowly washing away.

He slowly made his way back to camp. He understood why Scarpaw had looked at him with that fearful look when he passed. She must have been forced to kill.

When he reached the camp, he tried to put a triumphant smile on his face. Warriors smacked him on the back in a congratulatory way, but they still took the wind right out of him. Goldenkit was gasping for breath by the time he made it to where his leader was standing.

Midnightstar stared hard at the gathered cats. "Goldenkit has showed that he deserves to become an apprentice of RiverClan. From this day on, he shall be know as Bloodypaw." Scarpaw held her sad eyes even with Bloodypaws horror filled ones.

The leader just grinned at the apprentice's horror. This was his favorite part of being the leader. When Scratchpaw had received his name, he had fled the forest. The weak kittypet hadn't lived long. Midnightstar smiled even more as he remember the weak apprentice shaking as he drove his sharp claws through his thin fur.

"You mentor will be Hollowclaw. He is an experienced fighter. I'm sure he will be able to teach you the finer tips to this sport." Hollowclaw gazed up at his new apprentice. His filmy eyes took in the bloodied and mangled pelt, and he smiled.

Chants of Bloodypaw filled the air. It was the one tradition Midnightstar had kept around. He claimed it made the apprentice accept the new name. Goldenpaw sounded like a StarClan follower; Bloodypaw was a name that would drive fear into the hearts of his enemies.

Bloodypaw steeled himself to his new name. A new fiery determination gripped him. He would be the one to bring this tyranny to an end. Then he saw his mentor watching him. He gulped, "First I'm going to have to survive training." he thought to himself.

Before Hollowclaw could reach him, Scarpaw dragged Bloodypaw to the apprentice den. It was in the lowest section of camp. The reeds laid on the bottom couldn't stop the mud from squelching through. It collected around the apprentices paws.

A head weakly picked itself up from the ground. A mud caked eye opened up. "Who is this Scarpaw?" asked the exhausted cat.

"Dangerpaw, this is Bloodypaw. He is the newest apprentice." said Scarpaw. She went over to Dangerpaw and began to lick the mud off her fur.

"What happened to you?" Bloodypaw couldn't resisted asking. The question had popped into his mind as soon as he laid eyes on the poor she-cat.

Dangerpaw opened her mouth, but Scarpaw shushed her and answered instead. "It was the training kits. Midnightstar set them all on her at once and they clawed her really badly. He wouldn't let her go to see Firecut to be treated. I've been doing the best I can, but Angerpaw has tried to stop me. He nearly worships Midnightstar."

This fueled young Bloodypaw's need for vengeance. He had been forced to kill what he know knew was a training kit, his sister had been killed before his eyes, and Dangerpaw was on the brink of death. He swore right there that he would do something about it.

That was when Angerpaw came in. "Bloodypaw, Hollowclaw wants to introduce you to the training kits. " he sneered at Scarpaw and Dangerpaw than walked right out.

"He think he is royalty because his mentor is Tornfire, the deputy. I would get going, Hollowclaw had no patience." said Scarpaw after Angerpaw was out of ear shoot.

Bloodypaw scrambled out of the dismal pit where the apprentices resided to where Hollowclaw was standing. They walked out of the camp and into a dirt bottomed clearing. All the rain they had been getting recently made it extremely muddy.

Huddled in a corner were four kits. The largest was no more than five moons old, but they looked as tough they had been in many fights. Hollowclaw introduced them to his apprentice as Deathkit, Skullkit, Bloodkit, and Festerkit. Deathkit looked like he had yet to eat his first fresh-kill.

"You are going to attack these kits." stated Hollowclaw. When he saw Bloodypaw's shocked face he elaborated a tad more. "They are the training kits. They will help you train you battle moves."

Skullkit was ushered forward and he dropped into a crouch. He had been there the longest and his determination to survive was the strongest. He was taken early, and all he could remember about his Clan was his mother's scent. That was all most of the training kits could remember.

Bloodypaw hesitantly walked forward. He didn't want to hurt the poor kit, but it looked like the kit was all business. Skullkit had unsheathed his claws and was circling the new apprentice. Hollowclaw watched on eagerly, he loved watching the brutal display of blood.

Deathkit tried to tuck his head beneath his arms to avoid watching, but Midnightstar had appeared and pried his head up. He dug into his scruff with his claws so the kit couldn't move his head in any directions without drawing blood.

Skullkit pounced. He had never been taught any skills, but he had the energy of one fighting for their life and next meal. All the other training kits were depending on him. He was a flurry of motion.

Bloodypaw just flashed his claws around him. He had absolutely no clue what he was doing. In vain, he tried to remember the play fights that he and Mistkit used to get into. Why couldn't he remember how he had flipped her onto her back? Why was that knowledge escaped him?

As claws flashed, a new warrior was born.

No, the story doesn't stop here, but this is the beginning of the end. Many training kits are killed as Midnightstar get older. They are slain before they had time to become apprentices. ThunderClan never learned that Deathkit still lived. ShadowClan still felt the loss of Festerkit. WindClan would mourn when they saw a dead Woundkit near the Sunning Rocks.

Midnightstar's demise came in the form of a warrior ceremony. When Bloodypaw finally became a warrior, a huge revolt was planned. His mate, Scarheart, planned with the training kits, queens, and apprentices to see the end.

As he was named Bloodysoul, a perfectly executed claw strike killed the leader in one swift blow. Dangerstrike killed Tornfire, and the RiverClan was saved from its oppressive tyrant.

Warriors were given back their born names. Bloodysoul, now Goldensoul, became the deputy under Dangerstar. But, their reputation would take moons to clean.

But as moons go by, memories fade. Eventually, only the oldest of StarClan cats remember that terrible age. They will fear the rise of the Dark Forest will release Midnightstar and Tornfire back into the mortal waking world.

**I will be excepting cats for later chapter. The next two chapters will be Nightbreeze:The Forgotten Love and Shadowscar: The Hunter. Please remember to review.**