Of all the stories I've published so far, this has GOT to be the most popular! But don't forget! Like other authors, I do have a profile that I update often and other stories for you to enjoy.

Anyways, here's the next chapter!

I do not own Scourge, Snake, Ice, Barely, Ivy or Bone…or BloodClan. I do own Claw, Fang, Ivy and Scratch.

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Dark Sides

A few sunrises later, I realized that everybody's got a dark side. I learned that in two ways.

The first way was while Ivy and I were exploring the territory. We eventually came across Twoleg dens, where a Twoleg kit was sitting down with some sort of box. The voice of a female Twoleg was coming out of it.

Oddly enough, we could understand it.

Everybody's got a dark side

Do you love me?

Can you love mine?

Nobody's a picture perfect

But we're worth it

You know that we're worth it

Will you love me?

Even with my dark side?

"What's a picture, Ivy?" I asked. She shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't really know." She admitted "What do you think she means by a 'dark side'?"

"I don't know. Maybe we'll find out later. Let's keep walking; I wanna see all the territory before the sun sets!"

"Okay! Lets race on it!" then we both ran off, trying to beat each other around the corner.

A few sunrises later, we did find out what a dark side meant. Nobody told us up front. We just put two and two together. One was Dad. Two was a litter of kits.

We were sitting with Dad in the afternoon sun when Snake came into the den.

"Scourge?"

"Hm?"

"Bone told me to inform you that he has found two kits living together, about fourteen moons old. Which is past the age they have to separate, according to your rules."

"What are their names?"

"Barley and Violet. Ones a white cat with large black spots and amber eyes, and the other is a small, pale orange cat with thin dark orange stripes and white paws."

"Your brother and sister?"

"Yes, sir."

"I think this would be nice. Are you up to a gladiator fight?"

"Always. I'll tell Ice. Do you want us to claim the kits?"

"Yes." With a nod, Snake padded out of the alley.

"What's going on?" Ivy asked.

"A few kits have been breaking the rules I've set out. But tonight, they'll learn the consequences."

Cats gathered in the Gathering Place to learn the news of the month. Every month, a majority of the clan came to talk to friends and to hear what had happened around the clan that month. Tonight, though, two kits were surrounded by guards.

The group immediately fell silent when father leaped onto a nearby dumpster, and then the roof of a small abandoned twoleg nest. Everyone had to crane their necks to look at him. I knew he got that far up just because it made him feel more respected.

"This month has been…interesting. At the beginning of it, I got news of five whole litters of kits being born. Due to this, I sent some cats to find any other stashes of food we may have missed before or forgotten about. Eventually, they did find one…but then a dog found the same stash. As my wife went to the stash one day to bring food home to my kits, the dog attacked. I was reported of this incident and set out immediately with my best guards, and my kits in attempt to show them how to fight. As some of you may have heard, I killed it, but there was a casualty. My son Scratch was in the wrong place and the dog broke his-" Dad's voice cracked and he had to stop talking for a second. "He'll be missed."

"Many of you came to my den the next day bearing gifts. My remaining kits collected them for me until sun-high, when I came out myself and let them cool off. I'd like to thank you for the gifts; it was very kind of you."

"Finally, just this morning, my close friend Bone found two 'kits' living together in a bush. They are about fourteen moons old; two moons older than when they are supposed to separate. I know their mother, and I know she told them very clearly that they must leave each other. But now, due to their insolence, their own siblings shall separate them for good." The two kits' eyes widened in shock and fear at Dad's words. Then the black and white male took a protective stance in front of his sister.

"Please, Scourge, there must be some other punishment you can give us!" he said.

"Barley, there are plenty of punishments I could give you. But what better punishment is there than to watch your sister die right in front of your eyes? At the paws of your brothers, no less?"

"Scourge, please! Let me take her place instead, at least?"

"May the battle begin." At Dad's command, the two guards, who had been circling the kits, sprang on the light female tabby. She tried to fight back, but she was soon impossible to see in the mass of black and white fur.

"Violet!" Barley exclaimed in anguish. Then to the two guards, he shouted "You're her brothers! Why are you doing this?!"

"Because they are loyal members of BloodClan. They actually follow the rules. You and your…now very bloody sister…have disobeyed my orders." Scourge said, his eyes glinting from the top of the building. "If only you had followed the rules…then your sister wouldn't have to suffer. Poor Barley."

"She's dead, sir." Ice announced as he and Snake backed away. Violet had been reduced to nothing but a mangled mass of blood and fur. Barley gagged.

So did I.

"Perfect. Meeting dismissed." At Dad's words, all the cats except Barley and Violet left. I last saw Barley mourning for his sister. I noticed his ears prick up before I went around a corner.

"How could you?!" my sister hissed.

"How could I what?" my father asked. We were back in the alley, and Ivy had blown up all over the place once we had gotten there.

"How could you make Snake and Ice kill that kit?!"

"Those two kits had broken the rules, and needed to be taught a lesson."

"But Violet can't be taught a lesson if she's dead! Ever thought about that?! And another thing! Claw and I are eight moons old! What are you going to do when we turn twelve moons old?! Separate us?!"

"Yes…it's only fair."

"And if you find us living together?! What are you going to do then?! Get Snake and Ice to slaughter us?! Kill us yourself?!"

"It's what would have to be done. You don't understand. Just because you're my kits doesn't mean you can escape punishment." The weird thing was that while my sister was screaming at him, Dad had a calm air around him. Like he wasn't fazed at all by Ivy's words.

"I know that, but still-!"

"She's right, Scourge." Mom said, padding up next to him and sitting down with her tail curled around her paws. "Your punishments are a bit harsh. And those kits had a caring mother and a loving father who must have been torn apart when you made them kill each other." For once, Scourge looked a little guilty.

"I guess you're all right…I'll lighten up the rules a bit." He said.

"Okay…I guess I can forgive you." Ivy finally said after a moment's hesitation. I didn't say anything for the rest of the night. Something told me that Ivy and Scourge still didn't see eye to eye.

"I'm running away." My sister said a few days later.

"What?! Why?!" I exclaimed.

"Shh! Do you want Dad to hear?!"

"If it keeps you here, then yes! I don't want you to leave!" I wailed.

"I know, Claw. If I leave, you'll be the only kit left. But I can't stay here." Ivy sat down and pressed her fur against mine. I looked into her bright green eyes sadly. "BloodClan just isn't the place for me. Maybe we'll see each other again one day. I'm really sorry."

"Please don't leave!" I whimpered as she got up.

"I'm sorry, Claw." She looked at me sadly one more time, turned tail, and ran out the alley and down the sidewalk. Rain started to drizzle down, which covered up my tears as I watched her run.

She never looked back.

Still don't own Warriors or any characters mentioned in any of those books (Like Scourge).

I do own Claw, Ivy, Scratch, and Fang!

Oh, yeah! And I don't own the song Dark Side. It belongs to Kelly Clarkson. I thought it was Demi Lavato at first...weird.

Speaking of songs, I know cats shouldn't be able to understand the human language, but hey! This is fanfiction! Plus, this ties into the plot of the story later.

~~Adios~~