A/N: I wrote this for an English project, as sort of a parody of Robert Mugabe's life. It's not exact, I know, and it's not the best story I've written, but I felt like putting it on here anyway. x.x Oh, and I changed the BloodClan thing. Same idea, but different...

GREYPAW'S POINT OF VIEW

"But I didn't do anything!" A loud cry echoed around the camp. For once interested in something other than relaxing in the heat of the sun, I left the apprentices' den, where all the apprentices—warriors in training—slept. The rest of the Clan was already gathered around the Highrock, where Icestar, our Clan leader, made announcements. I looked up, my eyes slits against the sun, expecting to see Icestar's pure white pelt. Our leader was the only cat in ShadowClan—infamous for being dark and secretive—who had more than a spot of white on him. He was half BloodClan.

I shuddered at the memory of the band of loners who had attacked all four Clans in the old forest territory—RiverClan, ThunderClan, WindClan, and us. BloodClan had killed the great leader Tigerstar, taking all of the nine lives granted by our ancestors, StarClan, to each leader with one fatal blow. The pure white cats had claimed to rule the forest, and things kept getting worse until the Clans were forced to leave their homes and travel to the territories by the lake. And so the Great Journey began.

Or at least that's what they told us. Of course, even the elders—the oldest cats in the Clan—didn't remember the Great Journey; they were born long after we arrived here.

As I gazed up at the Highrock, I expected to see Icestar's familiar form. But it was not Icestar standing there. It took me a moment before I recognized Sharpeye, one of the strongest warriors. He was glaring down at Mudbite, another warrior, who stood defiantly by the base of the rock. Fur was standing straight up, claws were unsheathed. The argument looked on the verge of cascading into a fight, one that might involve the whole Clan. I looked around—the rest of the Clan looked just as tense as Sharpeye and Mudbite. I noticed Sandeagle, Mudbite's mate, by the entrance to the nursery, her tail resting on the head of their only kit, Redkit. Sandeagle was glancing around nervously. I began to feel a little uneasy. Something was obviously very wrong.

Just then Icestar padded out from his den below the Highrock. His calming presence began to relax some of the tension in the camp. The two warriors glaring at each other did not move, though Sharpeye's watchful gaze flickered to his leader, then back to Mudbite.

"What is going on?" Icestar demanded, breaking the silence. He leaped easily up onto the Highrock, and yet again I marveled at his strength. Sharpeye stepped back, letting his pelt flatten and his claws slide back into their sheaths.

"I just found out that this warrior" –he sneered the word—"is a traitor." The Clan turned their eyes on Mudbite. I blinked, taken aback by the bluntness of the accusation. This was so far off anything I had ever imagined. I had always seen him as a warrior, as loyal to ShadowClan as any other cat. Apparently, most of the Clan saw him that way too.

Icestar frowned. "What makes you think that?" he asked Sharpeye. That was just like the leader, to take his time and avoid impulse decisions.

"Well…" Sharpeye looked down at his paws. Obviously he hadn't prepared for this public accusation. Then he glanced up, and his eyes met Icestar's. "I caught him eating on a hunting patrol, before the Clan had been fed. And at the border skirmish with RiverClan, he was fighting his own Clanmate." He glanced at another warrior, his best friend. "Lionfur," he demanded, "were you not fighting against a RiverClan warrior as well as this traitor here?" He flicked his tail at Mudbite.

"I was," Lionfur mewed gravely. "I had been fighting with a RiverClan warrior, and I was about to send him running like a kit, when I was thrown off him by another cat. I recognized Mudbite's scent."

Icestar glanced at Mudbite. "Is what they say true?" he asked.

"No!" Mudbite replied instantly. "I never ate while hunting for the Clan, that's against the Warrior code! I won't break the word of the one thing that binds the Clans together. And in the battle, Lionfur was losing, and I threw the RiverClan warrior off of him."

He was about to say more when Sharpeye interrupted him. "Of course, that's what you say," he mewed. "A liar is worse than a traitor. And you have proven yourself to be both!" Mudbite hissed and unsheathed his claws, but before he could do anything, Icestar planted himself firmly between the two warriors.

"Stop," he growled, glaring. "I have reason to believe that what Lionfur and Sharpeye say is true. And your actions now are only helping that." He flicked his tail, stopping Mudbite's protest. "I would like to remember you as a loyal warrior, but I can see that is not the case anymore. You are banished from ShadowClan. Leave now, and if any Clan cat sees you on our territory, they will treat you the same way they would treat any other loner or rogue. That is what you are now."

Icestar stood, glaring, while the fire died down in Mudbite's eyes and his pelt flattened in defeat. The warrior turned and stalked out of the camp, pausing to lick his mate's ear and say goodbye to his kit. Then he was gone.

None of us thought we would ever see him again. We never would have dreamt that one day, he would lead us as Tigerstar once led the great ShadowClan of the old forest. We never would have guessed that he would be remembered in nursery tales for generations after his death, all but worshipped in ShadowClan, and feared more than any BloodClan cat ever was.