I don't own warriors……
Littlecloud and Blackstar sat at the entrance to the nursery. Their voices could hardly be heard, but it was obvious they were discussing something important. "What will we do?" Blackstar said. "We can't just go up to the rest of the clan and tell them that two psychotic kits killed their siblings and were going to be exiled. Shadowclan's name would be brought down for that." Littlecloud stared at the ground in thought a while he looked up and said "Were going to have to exile them in secret. I'll give them some herbs so they don't start yowling and wake the whole clan up." Littlecloud ran back to his den, gathered the herbs, and ran back. He paced into the den, still pungent with the scent of death. He bent down over to where the two remaining brothers were sleeping. It was strange how they didn't look like crazy murderers now, just little kits that had stayed up for too long and finally fell asleep. He opened their mouths and quickly shoved the herbs in. They fell asleep almost as soon as they woke up. Blackstar and Littlecloud picked up the kits by the scruff of the neck and stole out the nursery into the forest territory they let the kits loose and turned away, hoping to never see them again.
The usual brisk morning was missing the next day. Cats were sullenly doing their duties. The clan was told that the mother went crazy and killed her kits, and then killed herself. Shadowclan had an improper burial ceremony for the mother, seeing as nobody wanted to mourn a murderer. The nursery was being cleaned out by various cats that happened to have strong stomachs. As if the day could get any worse, it started to rain.
Far from the shadowclan territory, two kits shivered in the rain. Their bodies huddled together for warmth, they both hunched under a small tree. They looked around, mewling innocently for somebody to come and help them. It seemed like a heartrending scene, enough to make any cat run towards them and take them as their own. Of course, one look at the menacing look in their eyes and most cats would turn straight back away. Most.
One of the kits then heard a sound. He looked up to see a large figure coming towards them. It was followed by other figures. As the came closer he could see that they were cats. The cat in front, obviously the leader, pawed up to them, his blood red eyes glinting and his jet black fur starting to stick to his sides. He walked up to them, and grabbing them by the scruffs of their necks, carried them away into the rain. The kits looked ahead as their vision blurred, their consciousness ebbing. Soon, they sunk into a deep sleep.
sorry for the short chappie…. R&R PLEASE! I have the next chapter almost done!