I DO NOT OWN WARRIORS

First challenge from DuskClan yay! decided to give it a shot... Haha hope you enjoy :) and hope its OK :)

A silver-brown tabby she-cat stood, stiffly, bright yellow eyes piercing the pelt of the black furred tom. Her heart was twisted with anger, and the once gentle, kind queen was now a furious, raging whirlwind, a mere shadow of the original Silvercloud. Her claws were unsheathed, and her teeth were bared. The black tom cowered at the edge of the river that separated them, his yellow eyes, so much like his mother's staring up at the she-cat opposite him.

"You..you murderer!" Silvercloud screeched. "You murderer!" Drool was starting to drip out of the corner of her mouth. "Kit murderer! Kit murderer!" Silvercloud repeated the chant over and over again. Her eyes rolled back, and the crazed cat started lashing out in thin air, straining to bring her claws down on the tom.

The black tom laughed at her pathetic attempts to hurt, regained his composure, and stood up. "Silvercloud, control yourself." He meowed smoothly. "Control yourself, mother."

Silvercloud froze. Her paws dangled over the river. "Don't call me your mother," Silvercloud hissed. "I am no one's mother, not even yours," the silver-brown she-cat was sheathing and unsheathing her claws. How dare he, she thought, how dare that betrayer had the nerve to call me is mother!

"But, Silvercloud, am I not your kit?" The tom meowed pretending to sound hurt. "Did you not bring me into this world moons and moons ago?"

"I choose not to remember, Duskheart," the she-cat yowled across the raging river.

Duskheart raised his chin defiantly. "You are my mother, Silvercloud, and always will be."

Silvercloud knew he was teasing her, she knew he was purposely enraging her. Her temper flared easily, and Duskheart was making use of that trait to his advantage. In her age, Silvercloud had become more and more irritable, but while many cats believed that she had turned stupid with age, the sharp mind she possessed in her glory days was still there.

"I am no fool, Duskheart," Silvercloud cried. "I know what you did!"

"Oh, and what did I do?" Duskheart taunted, sounding pathetically insincere.

Silvercloud could feel the pool of hate within her grow and grow with every breath she took. The red-hot fire in her heart had almost gone berserk. No, I will not lose control. She repeated in her head. The kits.

He took them away from her.

Duskheart.

Kit-murderer.

The cry of newborn kits had pierced the silence of the night. The gasp of a delighted mother had faded the moment the kits had faded the moment she had brought the kits into the world. The kits were orphans, father killed in battle, mother, dead the moment her kits had taken their first breath. Their names were Thrushkit and Whisperkit, after their deceased father and mother, Thrushfeather and Songwhisper. Silvercloud had been there, feeding her own kit, Featherkit. All but one kit had died from whitecough last leaf-fall, and Silvercloud was happy to take in Thrushkit and Whisperkit. Duskheart, the black tom so much like his father, Ravenflame, was a new warrior, strong, respected, anything a mother would want from her kit. His downfall was love. The beautiful she-cat Rosemist, who had left him for Talonclaw, the handsome brown-and-ginger tom. He had killed her, and Talonclaw, beneath the Owl Tree, as Rosemist was breaking the news of her pregnancy to Talonclaw. Duskheart had unleashed the rage within him when he felt the blood of Rosemist and her mate beneath his claws. He had entered the nursery that night, and slaughtered Featherkit, Thrushkit and Whisperkit. Silvercloud had woken up to see red staining her fur, and the mangled bodies of three kits at her belly. His scent was all over the kits, and Silvercloud had known. She knew it was him the moment Rosemist and Talonclaw's bodies were dragged into the camp by a wailing Ivystripe. She had tried talking to the tom, she had believed that Duskheart could change, that the murderer she knew as her son was just a shell, but nothing was possible to calm Duskheart's yearning to kill. More than once did Silvercloud feel his claws on her flank. She bore scars of her attacks. Only when he killed Ravenfire did Silvercloud really break.

"You will never be my son!" Silvercloud yowled. "You never were, and never will be! My real son would be better than you!"

Duskheart stumbled. Despite his confidence, the words had hurt him. Silvercloud grinned wickedly. She enjoyed hurting him.

"My son would have been noble and brave, not a mangepelt like you!" Silvercloud hurled insults at Duskheart, who was trying to regain his confidence.

"I hate you!" Silvercloud howled, voice turning harsh. "I hate you and hate you and hate you! I detest you, I loathe the sight of you!"

Duskheart stumbled closer to the edge of the river. He was teetering at the edge.

"You. Are. Not. My. SON!" Silvercloud finished.

Duskheart parted his jaws to cry out for help as he dropped into the river. His shriek was drowned out by the churning of the river. Silvercloud looked down at the black spot in the midst of emerald green water. She was calm. Revenge had been taken. No more innocent kits or warriors would be hurt by his unforgiving claws anymore. No cat would have to suffer. All was well.

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-Cloudy