"Streamfang! Come back! What about our kits?!" A pale brown tabby tom yowled, running as fast as he could, after the long-haired gray tabby she-cat.
"Birchtail, they are not my kits! They never were mine, they were always yours! I never wanted any, but you were my best friend so I had them for you! But since they were born, I felt nothing for them! Absolutely nothing! As if they were never born from me!" The gray tabby molly, now known as Streamfang, turned around, tail lashing, voice cracking as she confessed.
"Streamfang. ."
"Don't, Birchtail. What's done is done. Let sleeping cats lie."
"No! I won't, Streamfang! You're leaving your kits because of me! You're leaving your clan because of me!"
"Yes, that's correct."
"Who knew that you were so pathetic! You act as if I killed your mother or the kits, for StarClan's sake!" He growled.
"You could've." She spit back coldly.
"And you know what! I will too!" He retorted, yellow eyes glinting with anger.
A moon had passed, and the clan was in tatters. Streamfang's mother was the clan leader, Patchstar. Her mother had chosen a power hungry cat as deputy, Briarthorn, before passing, and Briarstar chose Birchtail as her deputy. Briarstar made every single cat train with claws unsheathed, attacked the new apprentices, even chose expecting queens to go after a pair of foxes. The kits had been only a moon old when they were murdered by their father.
The terrible reign over the torn clan went on for two more moons until Streamfang made her move. Birchtail had been killed, supposedly by a badger, as the rest of the clan says.
"Poor Streamfang, Birchtail was her mate and best friend. And to lose her kits recently too." An elder sympathized, shaking her dark gray tabby head slowly with her eyes closed.
"Streamfang also lost her mother, just as well, Grayfeather." Another elder, a dark brown tabby tom, added.
"I know, Timberstripe, it's just sad to see so many good cats go."
Even though Birchtail's murdering had been ended, Briarstar's had not. She chose Streamfang as her deputy, but during the several moons of Briarstar's reign, the long-haired gray tabby hadn't once gotten the spiky-furred brown tabby she-cat alone. Until one day, it was a rainy day, and Briarstar had asked her deputy to go on a walk with her.
Once they were far away from camp, the spiky-furred dark brown tabby she-cat had her deputy pinned into the mud.
"Admit it, you killed him!"
"I killed him, and he killed my mother and my kits all because of a stupid fight!"
"You killed my deputy!"
"I am your deputy!"
"Not anymore, you're not." Briarstar dug her claws into her deputy's throat, and quickly slashed. "Aren't you at least glad I gave you a quick death?" The spiky-furred dark brown tabby remarked harshly, picking up the long-haired corpse and dragging it towards the now flooding river and dropped it in.
"My reign isn't over, Streamfang. Rest well in StarClan."