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Chapter 11

Shadepaw looked up at the starry forest stuck on a cliff, balls of starry light flew in the middle of the darkened sky. Guessing from the strange appearance, it was obviously a dream. A familiar white tom cat flew in front of him- the tom cat flew- right in front of his fa.

"Who are you anyway?!" Shadepaw spat in impatience, eager to learn the tom's identity. The tom gave him a weak smile and rolled his eyes, his pelt fading.

"That is for you to find out," The tom murmured, fading into the thin air without a word, leaving Shadepaw to ponder for more information.

An angry cry broke him out of his senses, Tawnypaw was writhing on the ground, moss covering her pelt. "You just kicked moss all over me!" She wailed. Shadepaw let out a quick sorry, removing the moss before exiting the den. Eaglepaw was already up early, playing with Briarkit and telling her puny jokes.

"Can you play with me when you can?" Briarkit wailed, Eaglepaw nodded, giving the kit a playful cuff on the ear. Shadepaw wasn't surprised that the kit had wanted to play alot- she was the only kit in the nursery.

Eaglepaw passed his mother. "You're getting close with Briarkit,"She teased, making his cheeks steam bright red, he shook off embarrassing thoughts by rolling in a bed of primroses. Lightfeather was speaking with Wavestar, getting ready for a gathering and Mudstripe was sharing tongues with Dapplerose.

And last but not least his father was walking into camp, a thrush dangling from his mouth. Everything seemed as it was yesterday and many moons before.

"Psst!" A hoarse whisper shot into Eaglepaw's ears, he looked over his shoulder to see Fishleap, his yellow eyes sharp and secretive, "Come here!" Fishleap ordered, leading him into the elders' den.

Eaglepaw sat on an abandoned nest, eager to listen to what Fishleap had to say, "Do you think all your kin were good and kind?" Fishleap questioned him, his eyes narrowed with suspicion.

"Y-yes of course! Eaglepaw growled, why would any of his kin be a terrible tyrant or a brutal murderer? "My kin would never be bad!"

Fishleap cast an emotionless and sightless stare at the ceiling of the roof, then looked back at him, "Well your great-grandfather was more terrible than anyone could be." He whispered, "His name was Scarletstripe."

Eaglepaw flinched back, "What was he like?" Was the only question he could speak out.

"I'll tell you," Fishleap muttered, "Listen closely."

*Flashback*

Fishkit gingerly poked his tender head out the den and noticed the ginger tom with darker tabby markings that almost looked like scarlet blood. "He looks scary!" He breathlessly meowed. Scarletstripe would always cast cold glares at the deputy- Ferntail, Fishkit had always wondered why.

Dahliapetal- his mother had called him for a nap, he was awaken by a tortured scream, his clanmates were asleep and didn't seem to notice. Fishkit slunk out the nursery and noticed two briar bushes with a tiny hole in the middle, curiosity beat him to the point. He poked his head through the hole, the stream was stained with blood.

Horror batted at him to examine further, Ferntail lay beside the stream, blood flowing out from a gash into the stream, Scarletstripe stood over his body, endless pride filled his eyes. "One day I shall rule the clans." He roared, satisfaction swelled in his throat as he threw Ferntail's limp body into the stream.

Ferntail's green eyes were staring up blankly at the sky, his blood-stained pelt turning into a plain brown as he rolled into the river, the dull splash heavy in his ears. Scarletstripe's gaze drifted to Fishkit, Fishkit shivered and turned to glee. "A kit to ruin my day!" Scarletstripe bellowed, "I'm afraid that's not going to happen!"

Turning his head away from the blood-thirsty warrior Fishkit ran- he ran for his life, "F-Ferntail g-got k-killed by S-Scarletstripe!" He stammered, hoping it would arouse a cat or two, and it did- it aroused the whole camp. Roverstar stumbled out her den, her eyes filled with grief as if she knew what have happened already.

"F-Ferntail," She choked, Fishkit knew Ferntail was one of her most trusted warriors, "Y-you'll..." Roverstar hissed. Scarletstripe let out a hiss.

"You will not exile me, I shall kill you before that happens!" Scarletstripe roared, Iceflower let out a wail- she was Scarletstripe's mate and his most loved partner.

"What is wrong with you!?" Iceflower screeched, her belly heavy with Scarletstripe's kit and her eyes wild from her mate's sudden betrayal. Scarletstripe cast her a plain look with barely any emotion before diving towards Roverstar, she dodged with skill and slashed his pelt- making him roar in pain.

Fishkit huddled by Dahliapetal and shut his eyes, not wanting to catch a single glimpse- though his senses stayed.

Scarletstripe cut Roverstar's side, leaving a terrible gash that would stay permanently. Several warriors pleaded to rush up to their leader to assist her but was stopped by several other warriors, leaving the phrase, "It's not your battle."

Finally Roverstar struck all her grief on Scarletstripe, leaving a huge gash down his throat. Scarletstripe let out several gags before murmuring, "This is not over," His pupils were never visible again. Iceflower rushed up to his side, her icy gaze burning into his body. Scarletstripe's sightless gaze stared up at the sky, the last thing he saw.

"Oh..." Iceflower whispered, the single spark in her eye had told the rest of her emotions.

*Present Time*

"Things would be much worse if he lived longer,poor Iceflower," Fishleap commented, Eaglepaw now knew the name of his great-grandparents, but was still not satisfied, he longed for more imformation.

"But my grandmother should be alive in the elder's den, why isn't she?" Eaglepaw questioned, Fishleap opened his mouth to speak more.

*Flashback*

Fishpaw looked at the tiny she-kit at Iceflower's side, the she-kit looked exactly like her blood-thirsty father, Iceflower had buried her mate's body herself for no-one was respectful to show kindness to the traitor. The kit was named Rosekit after the blood-red flowers that looked like the stained blood on Scarletstripe.

*Small Timeskip*

The kit was now named Rosestem and had earned a mate- Solarstrike- the newly named deputy. She was currently pregnant at the moment, Fishpaw was now named Fishleap after his amazing pounce across the stream pursuing rogues.

Fishleap was coming back to camp, a huge rabbit between his teeth, yowling caught his attention. Shoving his caught rabbit in the fresh-kill pile he ran to the source of the painful cries. Solarstrike was at Rosestem's side, praying and Iceflower's eyes were dull and full of pain. Rosestem lay in a pool of blood, two kits lay by her side- one them he recognized as his father and another one he saw as a white tom.

"Goodbye Solarstrike- I'll one day see you in Starclan," Rosestem whispered, her eyes glittered with sorrow as she let out her last sigh. Solarstrike rested his chin on her head and then he looked at his motherless kits. Fishleap could only watch as Solarstrike offered his kits to a queen willing to take care of them.

*Present Time*

"Rosestem may have looked like her father but she was easy-going if you know her well," Fishleap sighed, his gray muzzle drooping. Eaglepaw felt a pang of sorrow to have bad kin but he ignored the fact about the past time and was ready to continue his duties.

"I have a favor for you Eaglepaw," Fishleap meowed, his wise eyes serious, showing he wanted to speak. "Don't follow in his footsteps." Eaglepaw nodded, he swore he would never follow in Scarletstripe's footsteps, he would never be the brutal murderer and the powerful tyrant that his great-grandfather was.

Petalpaw glanced at Mintberry, that now was starting to share tongues with Snowdrop and Starlingheart- showing off his pride to others. Her mother Blizzardpool had recently announced that she was staying as a queen, much to Reedcloud's disappointment. She always thought about Shadepaw, wandering if love or loyalty would make her life better.

Mintberry and Starlingheart cast awkward glances at her, the twins would always ask each other what was on her mind, ignoring questions she went hunting solo. A black mouse, visible in the snow was nibbling on a nut. Petalpaw went in a hunting crouch, her eyes intent on the little black rodent, finally she pounced, successfully catching it with a bite to its neck.

She gave up her hunt after finding nothing, returning to camp with the black mouse she caught, "Is that all you got you mere weakling! You don't even know how to get more than one scrawny piece of prey!" Snowdrop had scowled, ignoring her harsh mentor, Petalpaw curled up in a ball, snow crashing at her pelt.

Sparkpaw felt another pelt beside him, he soon realized it was Rainpaw, a brown tom he was never introduced to snoring, Jasmine peacefully curled around her three kits, Rowan beside her, Raspberry and Rosemary were sleeping happily, undisturbed and finally Timber, curled beside a hay stack. From the looks of it, he was the only one awake in the dead of night.

A white tom was faint in the stars, Sparkpaw thought of it as his imagination. But it wasn't, the tom was real- he was soon in front of Sparkpaw. "Who are you!" He hissed.

"I shall tell you my name but nothing else," The white tom meowed, "Frost."

"Well what do you want!" Sparkpaw yowled, his fur bristling. The tom stayed calm and cool despite Sparkpaw's offensive attitude.

"Follow me," Frost meowed, shoving Sparkpaw forward, Sparkpaw let out a growl and did as told, padding after the tom. An amazing sight had possessed his mind, he ran to a small cliff, the familiar look of Caveclan and Streamclan above, he wanted to dive down and meow about to his brother. "One day you'll feel this glory," Frost meowed, leaving without a trace.

Before anything could happen, Sparkpaw was at his nest, Rainpaw's warm side gone- telling him she'd waken up. Blaze was back to business enjoying the pleasure of being the strongest of the kits- he still stumbled when he walked, an embarrassment to his pride. Sparkpaw let out a snort of amusement and groomed his pelt, looking at the faintest star in the sky.

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