Mist hung in the dark, cloudy sky. But it wasn't regular mist. No, this mist was made of blood. It permeated the fur of all of the cats on the battle field. You could have called this a battle, but it was more like a massacre. Less than half of the cats that fought were living. Nobody even remembered what this fight was about.

I looked down from the small hill of bodies I was standing on. I saw my twin fighting two cats, but I didn't worry. His battle skills rivaled mine, and I was one of the best fighters in the past few generations. I already knew that the clan deputy was dead. She was one of the first casualties, her throat ripped out from her neck. The two leaders of the clans were still fighting, their movements slowed from fatigue. They traded blows, neither backing down.

Then he slipped. Jakalstar slipped in a pool of blood, and Heatstar took advantage. He cut Jakalstar clean through the belly. Jakalstars guts spilled out, stink and blood pouring from the wound.

I was on the back of Heatstar, my fangs piercing the back of his neck, killing him instantly. Then I moved to Jakalstar. He laughed, a fearless cat facing death for the umpteenth time. Then he broke down into coughs. "I... I never wanted this to happen." he croaked. "I only wanted to protect my clan. But now... now I've destroyed it. I'm sorry." his breath hissed out of him, his last life leaving, his body an empty shell.

I sat still for a moment. Then I turned to spread the news that both leaders were dead.

After the clan had gathered in our camp, I hopped up onto the tree stump that served as the pedestal for announcements. I surveyed what was left of our once mighty clan. They were all wounded, their fur torn away in clumps, dried blood caking their flesh and fur. I cleared my throat to get the attention of the ones not already looking at me.

"Both Jakalstar and Snowfall have died." I began. "To start rebuilding this clan, a new leader will have to be chosen. Since my brother and I are the most senior warriors, we shall go to the moon-roots tonight to talk with Starclan." And with that I leaped down from the tree stump. I collected my brother and we set off to talk with Starclan.

We had been walking for about half an hour. We were still tired from the battle earlier, but we trudged on. I was lost in deep thought about the clans future when he attacked. He leaped on my back, surprising me. But instinct made me roll foreword. I tossed him off my back and into a large tree nearby.

I shook my head and got a good look at... my brother. My heart sank. He was power hungry, and so much so that he was willing to fight his own brother to do it. He grinned at me, the maniacal grin of someone driven insane. His face filled my mind, my brain still not comprehending what was happening.

"Surprised?" he asked, his voice filled with malice.

"Why?" I responded. "Why would you do something like this?"

"Why not?"

I trembled at his words. They pierced me down to my soul. I fell into a trance of disbelief, and by the time I had come out of it, my brother had me pinned to the ground on my back. He licked my blood off of his lips like he enjoyed the taste. He grinned at me, and he said "Good bye brother. See you in Starclan." and he plunged his claws into my chest.

Pain exploded inside me, my insides burning. I tried to breath, but I couldn't inhale. I tried breathing out, but instead blood exploded from my lips. My breath was ragged, even after I had cleared my lungs of most of the blood.

"Ta Ta, brother."

I watched him go through blurry eyes, my life slowly seeping into the forest floor. I sat there, waiting for Death to take it's hold, but something held me back. I couldn't let my brother win. He would completely destroy the clan. With great effort, I heaved myself up from the ground, and I moved foreword. I slowly made my way after him, my wounds slowing me down. By the time I had reached the moonroots, he had already fallen asleep. I laid down beside him, my head resting on the bulging roots of the glowing tree.

And I was in Starclan. I had no more wounds, my body fresh, as if I had been sleeping for moons. I raced to find the grounds where the leader ceremonies were held. Cats looked at me curiously as I raced past them.

I eventually reached the grounds, and I hoped that I wasn't too late. My brother was just about to receive his first life when I barreled I to him, knocking him a few foxtails away.

He looked at me with surprise as he noticed my pt didn't have any stars in it. "You! B-but I killed you."

"Next time, make sure the job is finished." I retorted before I slashed at him. He jerked back as my claws ripped a gash in his face. We circled each other, each of us ready to start. With a sudden twitch, he yanked himself foreword, his jaws aiming for my neck. I circled around him, and bit him on the back of the neck. He rolled with his own momentum, his body carrying itself a few taillengths before it came to a halt. It began to disintegrate, it pulling apart to small diamondlike peices that rolled away in a wind that wasn't there. I sighed in relief. Now I could keep my clan safe. But the memory of my brother betraying me for power... that would haunt me for the rest of my life.

I know the brother seems like he just randomly turned evil, but he had been planning this for a while(since the war began). I couldn't find a good place to put it, so I didn't. I misspelled a word, but I don't know which one, so please review and tell me. I wrote this on my phone (I used notes on my iPhone).