Okay, so I've always wanted to do a Warriors fanfic. So, I decided to start simple, and do a 36 Warrior Cat Deaths. 36 is my lucky number :)

So, tell me what death you want me to write about! I've read all the books, so don't be afraid to give me to make them semi-uncommon. So not anything like Bluestar or Feathertail's death. But I might do Feathertail's since I lurvs her :)

I OWN NOTHING! Get that in your memory, since I am not going to put in every chapter!

The following chapter contains spoilers from: Forest of Secrets.

"What are you waiting for, you scrawny old pest? Get on with it. Give me something for the pain." Brokentail demanded. I narrowed my amber eyes at my son.

"Alright, I will." I said, my voice cold. I turned to my medicine supply. I knew exactly what I was looking for. Berries that would end not only Brokentail's suffering, but all the Clans'. I thought about the innocent kits that died under the sharp claws of Brokentail as I pushed a bundle of berries towards the dark tom. I felt no regret in what I was about to do. I nudged the berries with my paw until Brokentail could touch them.

"Here. These will end your pain." I said coldly. Brokentail sniffed the berries, and ate them. I sunk my claws into the ground.

"You and my Clan cast me out and I came here." I hissed in his ear. "I was a prisoner, just like you. But ThunderClan treated me well, and at last they trusted me enough to be their medicine cat. You could've earned their trust too. But now-will any cat trust you ever again?"

"Do you think I care?" I spat as I swallowed the last of the berries. They left an odd sensation in my heavily built body, like everything was slowly ebbing away. My muscles slowly relaxed. The pain was going away.

I felt Yellowfang crouch over my body. "I know you care for nothing, Brokentail. Not your Clan, nor your honor, nor your kin." She hissed the last word.

"I have no kin!" I meowed icily.

"Wrong." Yellowfang said. I could feel her amber eyes bearing into my fur. "Your kin have been closer to you then you could ever dreamed. I'm your mother, Brokentail."

I attempted to draw out laughter. What was this old mouse-brain thinking?

"Spiders have spun webs in your brain, old one. Medicine cats never have kits." I said, remembering the Warrior Code, something I haven't followed in moons.

"That's why I had to give you up," Yellowfang said, her voice dripping with acidity. "But I never stopped caring…never. When you were a young warrior, I was so proud of you. And then you murdered Raggedstar. Your own father. You killed kits of our Clan, and left me to take the blame. You would've destroyed the Clan completely. So now it's time to put an end to all this treachery."

"An end? What do you mean, you old-" I rose to my paws, but collapsed as my bones gave way. I shuddered as my energy disappeared, like water dissolving. Slowly, but surely. My breath came in short gasps.

"What have you done?" I gasped in fury and confusion. "I can't…can't feel my paws. Can't breathe…"

"I fed you deathberries. I know this is your last life. Medicine cats always know." Yellowfang growled.

My jaws parted in a silent scream as I felt my life ebb away. Great StarClan, am I dying? I twitched my body violently, as if I could thrash my way out of death. My paws scrabbled in the dust, my chest heaved as I fought for air.

Finally, everything went black as memories flooded through me. Lizardstripe hissing and nipping at me, her slow death, becoming an apprentice. My father's blood lapping at my paws.

"I did everything I could, but he died." The last thing I heard, was a lie.

Let me know who you want me to write about!

-Cupcake