I don't own Warriors.
"You can be extremely powerful, Tanglestar," Anelmen said. "More powerful than you can imagine. You are very lucky to have a cat like Tigerstar looking out for you."
"What's your point?" Tanglestar asked.
"Tigerstar, although powerful, has no chance against other things, like me. I don't have a physical form, but I can create such destruction that nothing will ever survive. You were taught to believe in StarClan, but StarClan can only warn you of danger. I can stop it."
"And…?" Tanglestar asked.
"There is a cat who owed me a debt," Anelman answered. "Unfortunately, he was killed. His name was Blackstar, is that name familiar to you?"
"Yes," Tanglestar replied. "He was one of the cats that gave me my nine lives. He also tried to kill my mother."
"Yes, yes, that's him. . I gave him the power because he promised something to me. Don't look at me like that, Tanglestar. I held nothing against Sunwing, I simply side with, shall we say the highest bidder."
"He's dead now, why don't you just take what he owes you?"
"He promised me a blood debt. He has a son, by the name of Ravenfang. Ravenfang took a mate, and she now holds Ravenfang's kits, Blackstar's blood, in her belly. Blackstar promised me that he would give me his blood, his kin, for my help.
"You see, I am not a monster, Tanglestar, I simply made a deal with him. I kept my end of the deal, and now I must take what is mine. The she-cat has two kits in her stomach, and my deal only requires me to take two of Blackstar's kin."
"So, what's my part in this?"
"I need you to get those two. You can choose whichever you like. Two kits, or the warrior and a kit. I can't do it myself, being as I don't have a physical form. When you kill them, scratch an 'A' into their stomach. StarClan won't be able to take them because they contain my mark."
Tanglestar stared at the wolf. She liked him, he seemed trustworthy to her. "Say I would agree, what would you do for me?"
"I would make your clan untouchable. No other clan would be able to touch yours. And also, I can give you what you secretly wish for, but know you can't have."
"A kit," Tanglestar said softly.
"An heir," Anelmen corrected. "She's waiting for you. She lives in a place because she might have been, but never was. It is filled with kits that never see daylight because their parents never chose to pursue a relationship."
"So, this kit would be mine and Riverpelt's?" Tanglestar asked.
"Yes. You will see other kits too, but you can't touch them. These kits were never meant to exist. The child of Firestar and Spottedleaf, Bluestar and Tigerstar, and many, many others."
"If my mother never joined WindClan, would I be there?"
"Yes," Anelmen admitted. "You and all your siblings would be here. All of these kits know that they could have existed, and you could have been among them. If Firestar had been Spottedleaf's mate, then he may never have had Sandstorm as a mate, and then you would not exist."
Anelmen led her through the forest. The place the kits were was a clearing, and it stretched further than Tanglestar could see. Kits watched them, their eyes filled with longing, but none of them moved.
"They're afraid of me," Anelmen said. He kept moving, and eventually he pulled back a moss curtain. Behind it as the most beautiful kit Tanglestar had ever seen, a gray tabby she-cat with wide amber eyes.
"You may take your kit back with you," Anelmen told her, and then added to the kit, "and I give you permission to leave."