(A/N: This is the first of a four-part mini story. The first and third will be about Tigerstar, the second and forth about Brokenstar. Basically, I've always had this little headcanon where Mistkit and Nightkit become Tigerstar's consciences and Wishkit and Hopekit become Brokenstar's.

These will be SHORT stories. They are not meant to be very long.)

Tigerclaw

Green leaves rustled softly against the thin branches of a small bush. A brown rabbit sat beside the bush, calmly nibbling on some red berries, happily unaware of the dark brown tabby cat crouched behind the root of a tree. The rabbit reached to take another mouthful of berries, thinking it was lucky to have found the little yummy treats. Before the creature could swallow its bite, the tabby pounced, piercing the rabbit's neck with sharp teeth.

Dragging the lifeless rabbit away from the bush, the tabby glanced around cautiously, hoping no other cat was around. Confident that he was alone, he began padding away from the bush. He strolled lazily through the forest until the trees came to an end and a smooth ribbon of black tar and gravel blocked his path. The Thunderpath was narrow here, the perfect place to drop a piece of prey. The scent of the Clan across the path would drift over and blanket the rabbit. By the time it was discovered, the tabby's scent would be long gone.

Now all I have to do is get Bluestar to come here! the tabby thought, picturing the gray-furred leader in his mind. If she's killed by a monster, I'll be the leader!

A shrill voice in his head stopped the tom in his tracks. Killing is wrong, brother!

A second voice added, Think of the consequences, brother!

The tabby cat shook his head angrily. "Leave me alone!" he spat. Realizing he had said that out loud, he quickly scanned the area, hoping no one had heard his outburst.

Make good choices, brother!

The tom unsheathed his claws, digging them into the grass. "Stop it! Stop talking to me!"

We will when you start being good, brother!

Snorting, the tabby lashed his tail. "Mistkit, Nightkit, you stop this right now! You're dead! Stop interfering with my life!"

The kits' voices giggled quietly. We like interfering, Nightkit's ghost voice mewed.

It's because we love you, Tigerclaw! Mistkit added.

"But I don't love you!" Tigerclaw snarled, a wave of embarrassment flooding over him as he realized he was speaking into thin air. What if someone saw him? They would think he was crazy for talking to a tree!

We just want you to be good!

Mama wants you to be good!

The tom sighed, shaking his head sadly. "I'm sure Leopardfoot is disappointed in me."

You can change, brother!

"But I want to be leader!" Tigerclaw cried, regaining his composure. "You two go be the good ones and make Mother proud. Just leave me alone!"

Oh, brother, why must you be bad? Mistkit asked.

"I am not bad! I just want power!"

But you'll kill to get it! Nightkit cried.

The tom let out an annoyed his. "You don't know anything about me! You're both dead!"

We get to watch over you!

We know more about you than you know about you!

"Just shut up!" Tigerclaw yowled. "Leave me alone! I can do whatever I want and there is nothing you can do to stop me!"

Nightkit's quiet murmur interrupted his outburst. Oh, brother, we'll never stop watching over you.

We love you, brother! Mistkit added.

"Cinderpaw has been injured very badly," Whitestorm meowed sadly, explaining to the deputy what had happened. "Yellowfang isn't sure if she'll live."

"What?" Tigerclaw gasped. "Not Cinderpaw!" How could my plan have gone so wrong? Cinderpaw wasn't supposed to die- Bluestar was!

You've been very bad, brother.

It's all your fault Cinderpaw's hurt.

"Stop!" the tom cried, squeezing his eyes shut in an effort to block out his sisters' voices. "This is not my fault!"

Whitestorm gave Tigerclaw a perplexed glance. "What are you talking about? Of course it's not your fault. You couldn't have known Cinderpaw would run onto to the Thunderpath.

But it is your fault, brother.

You have to make this right. You don't have to kill anyone.

Tigerclaw shook his head furiously, stalking away from Whitestorm and ducking into the warriors' den. "I've already killed cats! The plan is already in motion."

You can stop it, brother.

Just remember- we will always be watching over you.