AN: I keep writing notes. I try not to but I can't stop myself! Anyways, I'm also proud of this one- it's over 1,000 words as well. Happy happy day!

So this is the second challenge I've written for RadianceClan. Before you continue and read it, I have to let you know:

The end gets very morbid. If you're on the younger end of the FF members, I don't recommend reading that part. The more messed-up parts of my brain needed an exercise.

That aside, if you are going to ignore my warning for whatever reason, enjoy!

I hate her.

I hate her so much, from the tips of my ears to the end of my tail.

I hate her beyond belief.

Stupid Silverface.

With her dumb fur and her dumb face and that dumb way she talks, and the way all the other toms are bowing down at her paws just because she looks good.

They think she's perfect. They forgot the incident. They never even realized how much of the blame goes to her.

They blamed me for Sparrowpaw's death.

As if I would kill my apprentice. Who does that?

Not me.

But they thought it was me that killed her, just because it looked that way.

I don't care if they have good reason to believe I'm responsible.

I'm not the killer. I never harmed Sparrowpaw and if she were still alive I would continue to refrain from doing so.

But stupid Silverface and her dumb apprentice Nightpaw made it look like Sparrowpaw died by my claws.

I always knew those apprentices didn't like each other, but I never knew Nightpaw's hatred could stretch that far.

I remember that night.

The sun drifted across the sky as I led Sparrowpaw through the marshes.

She was a strong apprentice, energetic and a quick learner, and I knew she would be a great warrior with some more practice.

"What can you scent, Sparrowpaw?" I asked quietly.

"Um…frog, just over there."

"Alright. You go to its other side, and I'll chase it towards you."

The apprentice nodded and skittered away. I waited a moment until I caught a nod from a stalk of tall grass farther off. Nodding back, I stalked towards the frog, and then broke into a run, splashing loudly towards it.

With an alarmed croak the frog began hopping the other way, straight into Sparrowpaw's grasp. The she-cat delivered a swift bite to its throat, cutting off another croak.

"Nice job," I mewed as she stood, eyes shining.

"Hey, look! It's Sparrowpaw!" came a condescending call from farther off.

Turning and rolling my eyes, I saw Nightpaw approaching, black fur rippling, an evil grin spread across her face. Silverface followed behind her.

"Oh, hello, Ashstorm. I see Sparrowpaw learned how to catch a frog!" Silverface hissed, laughing.

I refused to reply.

"Badger got your tongue?" Nightpaw growled in a tone that dripped fake care.

"Back off, Nightpaw!" Sparrowpaw snarled, leaping towards the apprentice, the frog forgotten.

"Oh, you wanna fight, Sparrowpaw?" Nightpaw sneered.

Sparrowpaw nodded, yellow eyes narrowing.

"Fourtrees, tonight. Maybe our mentors can come along and watch you fail!"

The marshes seemed to ring with Nightpaw and Silverface's harsh laughter as they stalked away, tails in the air.

I turned to talk to Sparrowpaw, but she was already gone.

I watched nervously as the apprentices faced each other.

"So, how do you propose we settle this round, Sparrowpaw?" Nightpaw growled.

"A fight is probably what every other apprentice does. We're not every other apprentice," Sparrowpaw hissed in reply.

"Let's climb up one of the Great Oaks!" Nightpaw murmured, eyes bright with hostility and competition.

Sparrowpaw nodded. "Let's do…that one!"

The two bounded over to one of the Great Oaks closer to ShadowClan land. I stood, following them, Silverface doing the same and giving me sassy glares.

Growling slightly, I watched as the apprentices faced each other.

"We'll go to that branch," Nightpaw decided, pointing at a high-up branch with one paw.

"Sure. First one back down wins," Sparrowpaw mewed, smirking.

"Alright. When I say 'mouse,' go, okay?" Nightpaw whispered.

Sparrowpaw nodded. I tensed, my heart pounding.

"Mouse!"

The two apprentices shot up the tree, making fast progress towards the branch. I watched as a feeling of despair grew somewhere within me.

This isn't going to work, I thought worriedly. Though Nightpaw had made progress, Sparrowpaw was definitely surging ahead.

The two were approaching the branch by now. Silverface nudged me, but I didn't dare do anything in reply.

Sparrowpaw slipped a little, scrambling up towards the branch. Reaching out a paw, she gripped it, heaving herself up onto its surface and glaring back down at Nightpaw with a sassy, victorious grin.

Nightpaw frowned as she climbed onto the branch beside Sparrowpaw. I couldn't catch what they were saying, but I could just see their facial expressions; Sparrowpaw's momentary victory, Nightpaw's conceding face transforming into one of evil as she nodded to Silverface, who nodded back, mumbling to me, "Whatever happens now, you won't tell anyone."

My fur bristled, and I let out a shout as I realized Sparrowpaw had fallen off the branch and was hurtling to the earth. Bounding forward, I sank to the ground as she crashed on top of me, moaning in pain.

"Ash…Ashstorm?" she murmured.

"Sparrowpaw?"

Silverface bounded over, Nightpaw quickly slipping down the trunk. When the apprentice hit the ground, she leaped on top of Sparrowpaw, pinning her to my back.

Silverface clawed at me for a heartbeat or two, ripping a patch of my fur out and shoving it between Sparrowpaw's unsheathed claws. Nightpaw grinned to her mentor as the two raised their paws above Sparrowpaw's neck.

I was too frightened to move as they brought their paws down and blood spattered the ground nearby, amplified by Sparrowpaw's pained shriek.

"SPARROWPAW!"

But I got my revenge.

Moons after that, when Sparrowpaw should have gotten used to warrior life, I struck.

Nightpaw had become a warrior by then.

Stupid apprentice, living while my charge died.

My revenge was so, so sweet. So perfect.

I lured Silverface and Nightpaw, at that point Nightfoot, to Fourtrees, on a night similar to the one where Sparrowpaw died.

And then I killed them.

Nightfoot fell from the same branch Sparrowpaw fell from. She had nothing to stop her and no one to live for except herself.

I watched her die.

And then I turned to Silverface, and I grinned.

And I leaped at her, and I dug my fangs deep into her neck, loving the warm blood that gushed out of her as she struggled to fight me.

I won that fight.

I licked some blood from the puddle she'd left.

Then I ripped some of her and Nightfoot's fur out and put the bits in between their claws, the same way they'd decorated Sparrowpaw.

I don't know why they never exiled me when Sparrowpaw died. Maybe they had a hint of suspicion and let me stay.

But I don't care.

When I drank Silverface's blood, I didn't taste blood.

I tasted revenge.

And it was oh so sweet.

AN: I told you it was messed up.