Hey guys. More stuff. Graphic violence. DON'T READ, KIDDIES.

3 moons later

I was laying in the shade. My legs were sore from a long day of training. I wanted to sleep, but the feeling of dread in my gut wouldn't let me.

Something seemed... off.

I looked around the camp and saw Father emerging from the Warrior's den. The fur was still prickling on the back of my neck when a cat shrieked.

"Invasion!"

I leaped to my paws and unsheathed my claws. Cats flooded the clearing, yowling at my clanmates.

I leaped at the nearest cat and raked my claws down their spine. I leaped away and bit down hard on their leg. A yowl broke out from the apprentices den.

Spottedpaw!

I sprinted to the den and broke through the brambles. Spottedpaw was hanging from a huge gray cat's jaws, her throat bloody from the tom's teeth. I yowled and leapt at him, clawing at his eyes.

Unlike when I killed Dawnfur, this was conscious. A voice was egging me on.

"Do it. Rip out his eyes. Make him pay for taking your sister's life."

I felt the tom trying to fight back, but I leaped out of the way. I just kept slashing, blood obscuring everything. When my rage faded, I looked down at the tom. I looked at his face.

Or, what was left of his face.

His eyes were ripped out, all the skin peeled away and the muscles ripped to pieces. Blood soaked my forelimbs, the nests, and the neck and shoulders of the tom.

I stepped back out into the clearing. Father was lying in a heap on the ground, a large brown tom standing over him.

I flew at the tom, shredding him the same way I had shredded the gray. When another wail rang out, I was looking over the mutilated body of the tom.

I whipped around to see a warrior clawing Cinderpaw. I yowled and ripped at the she-cat's side, feeling muscle and organs ripping under my claws. The she-cat howled in pain, but she was too far gone. I ripped her throat out and hissed in her face. The light died from her eyes. I turned back to Cinderpaw.

She was lying in a heap on the ground, a weak gurgle coming from her throat. I whimpered and licked her face. She looked up at me, terror in her eyes. A weak, rough croak was all that remained of my dear sister's voice.

"It hurts..."

I spoke softly.

"I know. Tawnyfoot's going to help you."

Cinderpaw shook her head.

"Please. Just end it."

I looked into her eyes. Pain and tears filled them. I closed my eyes and nodded.

"I'm sorry."

I took her spine in my teeth and bit down, breaking the bone. The gurgle stopped abruptly. I yowled in agony as my sister's spark faded at my own jaws.

I nuzzled her fur and cried, the scent of blood filling my nostrils. I felt someone lay down beside me.

I looked up to find Specklefur laying beside me. I pressed my nose into her shoulder. My heart hurt. I couldn't move. My muscles were frozen.

I'm the only surviving cat of my line.

I thought, pressing deeper into my mentor's fur. I suddenly remembered how Tawnyfoot had taken Spottedpaw as her apprentice. My heart hurt more.

I cried for hours, until the elders moved Cinderpaw's to the center of the clearing, where Father and Spottedpaw's bodies had been lain out.

I crouched in the middle, pressing against my family's bodies. Their fur was cold, all the warmth of life having been ripped away. I was the only cat who was in mourning. A few cats were crouched with Father, but I was the only cat who was crouching beside my sisters.

My eyes were closed when I felt the fur pressing against me. I opened them and turned to look.

A slick black apprentice, Nightpaw, was pressed up against me. She looked me straight in the face and nodded, pulling herself to her feet. She left me to mourn in peace, my emotions broken and mind foggy.

Sorry if I broke your feels. I'm trying to make her past as tragic as possible. Not to be mean to her, I just need reasons for the major event I have planned... Anyways, more to come. Lots of violence. Bye guys.

-Starflight