Adopted from: Eradrin Skyleaf

Tigerstar raised his claw over Firestar's chest and struck the life out of him. The dark tabby laughed maliciously, his amber eyes blazing with an insane light. He hissed at the Clan cats who were staring at the lifeless body of the ThunderClan leader. "Well, you idiots," he growled. "The Dark Forest has won! Victory is ours!" He bellowed in triumph and his gaze glittered dangerously, as if threatening anyone to challenge him.

*Dovewing's POV*

Dovewing couldn't believe it. All the Three's work and plans of defeating the Dark Forest had gone to waste. An ominous thought entered her head: What will happen now that we've been defeated? Will they keep us as slaves? Or will they torture us in our own territories until we're gone?

She shuddered as she looked at the former ShadowClan leader's scars. He had been through so much more than she had and for a moment, Dovewing almost felt sorry for Tigerstar. But she shook her head mentally. She should not be sorry for an enemy.

She shifted uncomfortably and looked at the Dark Forest warriors who were pouring in on either side to trap the Clan cats. But apparently, a RiverClan queen had a different idea. She thrust the warriors away violently with her shoulder, even though they were made of mist. They glanced at each other and they stole her two kits in a flash.

Dovewing's eyes widened in shock as the queen stood there, wailing as a different warrior came up to her and forced her to the ground. They led her away and she shuddered to think about where they were bringing her.

She remembered fighting in the battle and seeing a stump. It wasn't just any stump; it was burnt and a very sharp Twoleg object had been brought up on a vine to hang just over the top. Dovewing had quickly learned that the vines that encircled the trunk would immediately wrap around whoever stumbled upon them and slowly crush them until the unfortunate cat died.

If the cat didn't die of the vines, the Twoleg object would be brought down upon them and they would bleed to death. Dovewing thought it was a simply horrible task and to think that the Dark Forest warriors were murdering a Clan cat for their pleasure made her insides roil.

"Get to work, slaves!" Tigerstar roared, looking down at the Clan cats and grinning evilly. She simply stood there in shock and grief and thought about how she had been defeated by a dead cat.

"Move it, chick," a low, gravelly voice snarled from behind Dovewing. She turned around with a start to see a jet black tom with icy blue eyes. He was looking at the ground, as if he was ashamed of himself.

"Did you just call me….. 'chick'?" Dovewing hissed indignantly. "For your information, my name is Dovewing." The tom didn't react. He just pushed her along with his head. The gray ThunderClan warrior lashed her tail in frustration and stomped forward, her head low, her eyes sullen with rage.

After a few moments, the silence became unbearable, so Dovewing began to try to make a conversation. "So," she meowed awkwardly. "What happened to that queen and her kits back there?"

The black tom lifted his head, sending a shiver up her spine as she gazed into those cold, empty eyes. "Oh, her," he growled. He then shrugged. "She has a scheduled death that all cats will have to watch. I don't enjoy them too much, but it has to be done. And her kits will be cared for so they will make valuable recruits in slavery." She thought she saw him wince at the end of the sentence, as if he hated the word "slavery".

Dovewing nodded, her eyes filling with tears as she thought about those precious kits being raised to slave around in their mother's territory. "What's your name?" she asked quietly, a lump in her throat beginning to form.

"Shadowflight," he murmured, diverting his eyes away from Dovewing's. "I'm a loner." She was surprised. "So, you mean you're alive?" she asked.

But Shadowflight didn't respond. He just moved on to another cat in the long line of trudging Clan cats heading toward their new camp and miserable life.

*Silverkit's POV*

The first thing Silverkit noticed in the morning was that her mother was gone. She thought she was in the nursery and she curled up in a tighter ball of fur when she felt her mother's nose nudge her.

But her mother didn't seem to care that she was trying to sleep. Eventually, Silverkit felt claws on her back, pressing her harder and harder. She yelped in shock. Her mother wouldn't try to kill her.

Silverkit opened her innocent blue eyes. She scrambled back in fear when she saw a pointed dog-like face looming in front of her. "Who are you?" she squeaked, trying to sound brave.

"Coyoteclaw is the name," the dog sneered, his eyes cold and intelligent. He was gray with a white muzzle and chest. He seemed to radiate power, anger, and vengeance.

"Oh, so you're a warrior?" Silverkit queried curiously. Maybe this dog wasn't so bad after all.

But he laughed a vicious laugh that seemed to cut through the air like claws. "Nope, Tigerstar just named me Coyoteclaw cause' he thought I was a wild dog. But no, I'm the spirit of a very evil being named Onyx. I named myself that cause' I thought I was as hard as stone. No, my spirit broke a long time ago and I suffered from insanity for the rest of my life. Me and my friend, Cutthroat decided to see what the Clan cats were like. They proved to be pretty stupid, like your mother."

Silverkit frowned. "My mama isn't stupid!" she protested. "She's very brave and you should know that!"

In a blur of gray fur, Coyoteclaw lunged forward and pressed his stubby claws up to the little she-kit's throat. "You better watch it, princess," he growled through clenched teeth, his voice low. "If you protest against HIS orders, you're gonna be dead in a heartbeat."

"Who is he?" Silverkit asked, confused at the dog spirit's actions. "Why are you acting this way? You should be humble and loyal, like in Mama's stories."

Coyoteclaw sighed then stared into Silverkit's blue eyes with a serious look combined with grief and fear. "Listen, kit," he whispered. "The truth is..." He paused, as if he was having trouble talking. "Your mother is gonna be killed in an hour. If you wildcats don't know what an hour is, I'll tell you it's a short period of time."

The young RiverClan kit widened her eyes in disbelief. "No," she murmured, her voice trembling. "No, this can't be happening. Mama can't be dead! No, NO!"

Coyoteclaw gazed at Silverkit with sincere sadness in his yellow eyes and for once, he looked noble and dignified, like a wolf pack leader. "I know this is hard, young one," he said comfortingly. "Believe me; I know this because my own mother died when I was a puppy. That's what made me believe in revenge and rage. But it did nothing to suppress my grief cooped up inside. That's why I truly went insane, trying to figure out how I could get rid of the sadness. Tigerstar's forcing me to do his dirty work for him. I'm sorry, kid. I have to remain loyal to my boss."

Silverkit turned around, her eyes stinging with tears. "Just show me where Emberkit is," she hissed, more at the sky than Coyoteclaw.

"Kid, I can't find your brother or your mother, whoever you're talking about. The thing is, I'm stuck in here with you," he said. The kit turned around, her eyes wide with panic.

"We can't let them do this to you, Coyoteclaw," she shrieked. "We can't let them do this to Mama! We can't let them do this to me and Emberkit! WE NEED TO STOP THIS!"

An hour passed and Silverkit sobbed the whole time. Finally, she realized she needed to rest before she saw her mother's death. But it was too late. A massive rusty red wolf padded into the clearing, his pelt crossed many times over with scars. He bellowed, "Silverkit, Coyoteclaw, it is time for the main event!"

The RiverClan kit stood up and padded over to the wolf, her head held high and her eyes bright with more tears to come. Coyoteclaw walked behind her and behind him was the guard wolf. "That's Cutthroat," he whispered in Silverkit's ear. "He's always been the more proud and bossy one of our duo."

"I heard that, Coyoteclaw," Cutthroat rumbled, his voice tense and angry. Coyoteclaw boldly turned around and faced the other wolf. "Yes, I'm sure you did because you have bionic hearing," he growled sarcastically then set off without another word.

They passed through giant rusty iron bars and the gates swung closed behind them. Silverkit took a deep breath and traveled on with her new friend and ally at her side.

A/N: Whoa, pretty tense, right? Just wait for the next chapter. It's gonna be even more awesome. Sorry about the choppy start. I just couldn't find a good place to begin at. And no, I haven't read The Last Hope, so don't go all over the place, spoiling the story. All I know is that two cats are supposed to die at the end, okay? Got that resolved. Oh, and by the way, I don't own Warriors. If I did, the plot would probably be gods-awful and things would be a whole lot more dramatic. Yes, Silverkit is named after Silverstream. By the way, there's going to be an OC queen in RiverClan from now on. You'll have to read the next chapter to find out who the OC's name is! Now, run along, little children. Your story time is over. Review, please! It means so much to me! BYE!