Okay! So here's my shot at a warriors story! Mind you, the prologue is very short XP. Okay, so here's the run down. This story is kinda dark. Basically, this whole story is a murder mystery. Once in a while, we'll get a chappie with a cat who's POV is told in 'it'. No gender or fur color is given, and the only info you get is that it has green eyes. Chess. Anywho. I hope you all enjoy the story and stick around!

This is also set in SkyClan. But, thankfully, no kitty-warriors.

Disclaimer: Don't own warriors.

"Our minds are fragile and of the essence. They can do great things, our brains. Guide us through famine and poverty, attempt to show even the most frightened of us around, and even can make up combinations and maneuvers that are beyond our reach. So what happens when your mind unexplainably snaps? When anger, rage, hatred, and the need for revenge take over? A good cat can turn into a monster that no one can foretell. "

"The mind is very fragile."

The night was like an outlook for the next day's events; the clear, glittery atmosphere foretold that tomorrow would be a sunny day. The warriors of the Silverpelt twinkled, their light shedding to the forest below, where the cats of SkyClan prowled.

Like a spooky, eerie calling, an owl hooted its midnight call, being the strongest and loudest of the other forest animal's voices. A stream lapped at the banks muddy shores, sparkling like morning dew in the moons silvery light.

A cat, strong and lean, bounded skillfully through the bushes, his green eyes glowing through the night with pure confidence. In one, easy stride, he leapt forward, his eyes adverting from their confidence to intense seriousness. His tongue lolling out of his mouth to lick his lips, a hefty paw swiped forward, catching a mouse between his sharp claws.

The mouse let out the last squeak it'd ever make before his fangs closed around its neck, causing him to grin with content as salty blood poured from its wound. Dropping the now-dead mouse on the floor, the tom sighed with relief at another good hunt.

Ah, what have I caught tonight? He thought, grinning and picking up his mouse for his long trip back to his camp. This mouse, two thrushes, a rabbit, and a magpie…tonights a good hunt. He yawned, the mouse falling from his jaws and rolling on the floor again. Letting out a gasp, he picked it up again, his ears flattened to his head.

I pray that StarClan does not look down on me for that, he thought, his green eyes flickering around as if he expected the starry cats to rain a thousand drops of water and lightning on him for disrespecting prey. They ought' to be pleased that I'm feeding SkyClan so well. His thoughts strayed to the Clan of the gorge, his eyes wandering to the distance, where no one could quite be pulled from and their eyes glassed over with the longing for that reality.

So, you can see how he didn't see it.

Crouched in the bushes, it's eyes adverted to it's prey, watching as he was completely submerged with thoughts of becoming leader, with his two kits-Falconkit and Eaglekit-watching with mesmerized expressions as their father lead their clan into good times.

It didn't care that he had two kits to take care of, with a fragile mate with the dreaded bone disease that could take her life any time. It didn't care that he was a kind. Kill, kill. Hunt, hunt. Those words became it's lullaby, a melody in it's head that played over and over. Hungry…must feed…eat…. The newest message made it's ears prick, before it growled, causing the tom to turn his head.

The dark gray tom's neck fur bristled, and he raised his muzzle to attempt to catch it's scent. Good luck, Shadefur, It thought, grimacing. I covered my scent with chamomile and mud. Clever, huh? It smiled even bigger as Shadefur shrugged, not even caring, and continued to walk nonchalantly along.

Hungry crackled through its' body, making it clench it's jaw in frustration. I must eat now…so hungry… It growled, before the feeling of hunger became too much to bare.

Launching itself forward, Shadefur was still unaware. It's paws were light and caressed through the bracken with ease. The stream cut off the forest from the gorge, and if it wanted a meal, then it needed to kill now.

A smile growing on it's lips, it crawled forward, watching as Shadefur treaded through the water with his prey clamped in his jaws. It watched his movements intently, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Shadefur sighed, his tail-tip twitching with irritation as water caused his paw to weigh down. Suddenly, like a crackle of thunder, a twig snapped behind him, and bracken ruffled.

Now becoming fully aware, he unsheathed his claws and turned, a steady growl coming from him. Only when he realized that he was the only one there, he sighed with relief, and slowly turned, only to freeze at the sight in front of him.

A shadowed figure, large and threatening, was standing before him, with blazing green eyes that pierced through his soul like he couldn't imagine those color eyes could do. He gasped, seeing that threatening and dark look in the cat's eyes.

Suddenly, like lightning, the shadow flashed forward, catching him off guard. He growled, blood oozing through his thick, stone-colored pelt. Rearing up, he was once again caught off guard as another blow hit his hind leg, causing him to splash into the stream.

He wanted to let out a terrified yowl, but the cat stopped him, striking him on the face. It insulted him beyond belief, and he hissed in pain slightly, before attempting to throw off his attacker. But whoever this cat was, they were immensely strong.

Shadefur attempted once more to throw off his attacker, when he felt his flesh being tugged. He looked over at his legs to see the cat trying to pry the flesh from his bones. In success, the cat had easily bitten off some of his flesh, giving him a gory smile.

And what happened next was better left unsaid.