First off…

I am sorry! Writers Block + holidays + School hell. Now, speeding up the chit-chat…Just getting to the story…I promise to be active…er.

Disclaimer- Yeah…'Dun own, 'dun sue.

Now, for this part of the story, we will have to go back a bit…Before Sinstar was leader, and only Sinclaws, when Maplepaw was Maplekit, when Winterlove still walked these parts…

I remember it clearly…It was a cloudy day, the day Winterlove gave birth. Three kits…Two strong toms and a beautiful white and maple-colored she-cat. The clan was amazed, excited. We needed kits, our warriors were growing old. While everyone was fought up with the new kits, they forgot…there were two queens.

Rosethorn had never been the friendly type. And when she came back from a patrol, dragged in by her would've-been mate, Blackheart, we knew she would never be the same again. She was rarely in camp, even as a queen. She even dared snap at our leader, Cinderstar, when the kind-hearted leader was trying to convince her to stay in the safety of the camp.

Rosethorn complained it wasn't her fault she was a queen now…And it wasn't. It was a dreadful day…Blackheart was so stunned by it; his tender love for the she-cat became hate. Many of the other cats picked this up, for no reason, pretty much. When Winterlove delivered, Rosethorn wasn't there. She hadn't been in camp, or rarely, for add least a moon. And when cats did see her, it was a night, where she would slip into camp just to nab fresh-kill and then dart off.

Cinderstar was growing impatient with the she-cat, and had given off hints that she would shun Rosethorn from the Clan. Many cats didn't care…Except for Winterlove…Winterlove was a different type of cat; her fur was a pure as her heart. She had suspected something was up with Rosethorn, and her suspions were confirmed when she caught a glimpse of the red she-cat entering camp for one of her fast meals. She had given birth.

That night, Winterlove left the nursery, for one last time. She followed Rosethorn until she reached a sandy bank; the river. At the sound of a hiss, she darted up a tree, overlooking the bank. She gasped. Rosethorn paced back and fourth behind her five kits. They all shivered and looked around, letting out mews of confusion.

"Mum, what's going on?" Asked one, the only female kit in the litter. Rosethorn let out another hiss, making the little black she-cat shake and duck beside her gray and black brother, who seemed to be the only one other the then she-cat noticing the danger they were in.

Their mother had cornered them infront of the rushing river, heavy with rain from Leafbare. The little she-cat was about to mew something again, when the thunderclouds overhead crashed. She shivered back down, nuzzling into her brother's fur. The tree other brothers stood, staring at the river like nothing was wrong.

Then it happened. Rosethorn pushed one of the males into the river. The young kit had no time to react, dragged under the water. His head popped up a few times, screeching and yowling, but after going over a small fall, he was gone.

Winterlove gasped in horror, digging her claws into the tree trunk. Her ears perked to hear the black and gray raccoon-looking kit, who stood over his sister, yowl, "Why mother? Why are you punishing us!? And why death!"

Rosethorn let out a horrible laugh, one that could make the very sun freeze. She stared at the young male kit with pure hate and pain. "Because, you, and you, and you! And you!" She whipped around, grabbing another kit by the scruff and throwing him into the water before he could even yowl. His head had hit a rock, and he was done for.

Only three remained. "You ruined my life. All of you." She slashed the other male kit's face, who let out a screech, running blindly to his mother. "Why, whhhhhy!?" He squealed, before his own mother bit down on his neck, snapping hi spine with her claws.

The last two kits watched in horror. Winterlove was frozen, she couldn't move. 'No, no! Move, move!' She screamed in her head.

"I had the love of my life, friends, and respect! But you. You and your…father." She spat the last part out, letting out a screech of agony.

"Your father, Denzel, your father." She hissed, staring at the male kit. His eyes turned from confused, to a strong glare. "Chime…Go." He hissed to his sister, before lunging at his bloodthirsty mother. She wasn't expecting this, falling backwards. She turned around, watching as lighting struck not so far away.

Chime ran as fast as she could, tripping and stumbling, looking back. She turned around again, wailing, before disappearing into the brush. No one ever found Chime, and whether she was alive or dead, we are yet to know.

But then again, this isn't her story, now is it?

Denzel fought hard, but his mother was a trained warrior, he was like a fly to her. And she had decided to squash that fly. He quivered; waiting for the final blow…that would never come…

From above, flew down a pure white she-cat, tackling Rosethorn from the sky. She ripped at the other she-cat's fur, chasing her back towards the river. Denzel watched in awe as his mother and the she-cat fought.

Winterlove was amazed, and slightly disturbed at the she-cat's want for blood. She was no longer a cat, but some creature intent on killing everything it saw. She shook her head, just noticing that her pelt was now stripped crimson. She felt pain take over her body as she threw Rosethorn off her. She fell back on her side, panting.

She closed her eyes momentarily, and sighed. Maplekit, always cheery and energetic…Her brothers would be great warriors…But, Maplekit was different.

Her eyes flew open as she heard the screech of Denzel. She leapt to her paws, stumbling a bit at the pain. Rosethorn, with Denzel in her jaws, laughed evilly. "No!" Winterlove's shrill cry echoed as the lighting struck a tree behind her. She gasped and watched as the tree fell, crushing Rosethorn underneath it.

She ran over, stumbling slightly, to the tree's side. Denzel lay on his side, unconscious, but other then a few scratches, a deep one on his front paw, he was fine. Her gaze softened as she lay down, curling up next to the shivering young kit. She felt darkness surrounding her, and the cool feel of the rain cleansing her of her blood-soaked pelt…Stars…She closed her eyes, a soft smile on her maw. "Maple…kit…" She mumbled, before drifting off into the endless sleep known as death…

As Sinstar stared out at the rising sun, recalling the events that played while he was a deputy, he sighed. "Maplepaw…where are you?"

Maplepaw's eyes fluttered open groggily. She was laying on her side, in someplace, dark. A crack of stained yellow light crept into the room. She blinked a few times, rising her head again. Her ears perked and she spun around, to come face to face with the raccoon tom himself, Denzel.

WHEW! Ok, that was the worse chapter ever, but, yeah. Ta-da. And that is what happened to Denzel…Fun. Yeah, tired so…R&R!

Next Time- Something's up in ShadowClan…Fallenstar has a meeting with Sinstar, and where exactly is Maplepaw? And why is Denzel here?