Breezefeather
The sun was shining high above in the sky and the birds were chirping. Everything was perfect but, that all changed quickly. Breezefeather heard yowls came from the nursery. She stood shocked waiting to hear more but, they quickly stopped and an eerier silence took its place. The WindClan cats flooded into the den where Owlstar was. Owlstar's pelt was matted with blood and her kits were nowhere to be seen.
"W-Was that her last life?"
"I don't know." The clan cats stood there for a moment waiting for their leader to stir. Finally the white she-cat began to move.
"M-My kits. Where are my kits?"
"Owlstar don't move. Do you know where Clearkit and Skykit are?"
"H-He came and ambushed us. He took my kits and killed me…"
"Shh we'll take care of you. Mistysong what do you want us to do with her?"
"Bring her to my den. Frostfeather will be back soon she's picking more herbs right now." Breezefeather left Mistysong to go check out the nursery.
"This makes no sense! How could we smell the intruder in here and over that wall but, we don't know where he or she went! Breezefeather do you think you can help us?"
"Well if you haven't noticed I'm not the best tracker. If you want someone to track you should ask Bumbleheart as you know he's the best in the clan."
"Your right I'll go talk to him now." Daisywhisker left the nursery to go find the young tom.
"Why would someone want to do that anyways? I mean what could they gain from it?"
"Power, food. It could be any number of things."
"Well yes it could but, what I want to know is who did it."
"Well there is one cat I can think of."
"Who?"
"Oakstar. He's already taken over ShadowClan so what's to stop him doing the same here."
"Good point but how would he sneak in here without being seen?"
"Good question but, I don't know."
"I have Bumbleheart."
"Good. Ok Bumbleheart do your tracking thing." The grey and black tabby tom shifted his way through the den trying to find the cat.
"It smells very strong over here but, how would they get in?"
"Who knows?"
"Well I'm sorry but, I can't figure out who did it."
"Neither do I but, I think Oakstar has something to do with it. I mean he's trying to gain power it's quite obvious you know."
"You're right now let's go report to Owlstar." The four cats walked out of the nursery and into the medicine den so they could report. There was still no sign of Owlstar's kits and hope was slowly being lost from the WindClan cats.
Maplewing
The sound of heavy breathing alerted the mottled cat. She was out hunting but, none of that mattered. A flash of ginger whirled passed her and ran on. The figure was swift and kept to its task. Without thinking she followed it into the forest ever so often losing sight of the creature. She tried to follow the scent but, it was no use. Slowly she moved on and she began to hear mewing. She stumbled though the undergrowth and finally she reached the mewing figures. One was a grey and white tom the other was a red-orange she-cat.
"Where's our mother! I want her now", the grey and white tom whined.
"So do I", the she-cat agreed.
"What are your names?" The red-orange she-cat spoke up.
"I'm Skykit and this is my brother, Clearkit."
"Where's your mother who's your mother?"
"O-Owlstar." Maplewing gasped in surprise.
"We better get you home fast can you two walk?"
"Yes of course we can! Now can we go home?" The mottled she-cat laughed.
"Yes, yes we're leaving now."
"I don't think so", a voice boomed.
"O-Oakstar?!"
"Yes Maplewing it is I. Listen we need those kits here and alive…at least for now."
"What do you want with them Oakstar?"
"If we have them then nothing can stand in our way! WindClan will join us and we'll be triumphant!"
"We? What do you mean by we?"
"I mean you and me Maplewing. Listen I love you and I need a mate someone to rule by my side. Do you expect this offer?"
"N-No Oakstar I don't!"
"Well than I guess you can say good bye to your mother and father as soon as we get back. Unless you think otherwise?"
"I-I…fine I'll be your mate just…leave my family alone and return these kits. Please!"
"Oh, I will just as soon as we're done with them."
"Oakstar you can-"
"I'm leader I can do what I want sweetie." Maplewing could feel rage spread throughout her body and take over her mind.
"Don't call me that", the mottled she-cat mewed bitterly.
"Whatever let's just get back to the clan shall we?" Reluctantly Maplewing followed behind wishing she could run away.
Marshclaw
He felt like his world was crashing down around him. They had made the worst mistake possible; talking badly about Oakstar.
"Why'd you do that?! Now I'm going to lose you too father!"
"Don't worry Marshclaw at least I'll be safe in StarClan with Pineheart." Just as Mouseclaw said that Oakstar came through the new entrance tunnel with two tine shapes in his jaws and an angered Maplewing. One of his most faithful followers, Poppyflight, told the large leader the news. The large tom nodded his head and leaped onto the Leader's Branch.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join me here beneath the Leader's Branch for a clan meeting. It seems we have a traitor among us. Mouseclaw please come forth. I heard you we're saying some things that I don't like. Now do you know what I do to cats like that?"
"No but, I have a good idea you hideous excuse for a leader!" The surrounding cats gasped at the elder's remarks.
"Very well then. Death shall come to you." Oakstar jumped down from the leader's branch and in one swift swipe he cut Mouseclaw's throat open. Blood began to wield out from wound and the old tom fell dead.
"Father", Marshclaw yowled.
"You didn't have to kill him you sick son of a bi-"
"I'm leader I can do what I want you pathetic excuse for a warrior." Marshclaw opened his mouth to reply but he was interrupted by a painful screech. Barkwing, Sagefur, and Minnowpaw ran into the nursery to see the problem.
"It's Cinderflame Marshclaw! She's having your kits!" A sly smile instantly appeared Oakstar's face and Marshclaw knew he was planning something.
"So Marshclaw you were about to call me something right?"
"I-It was nothing Oakstar."
"Are you sure?"
"No I'm not sure any more! Look at you you're becoming a monster! A sick horrible monster!"
"I see that's what you think of me. Barkwing brig Cinderflame's kits here." Marshclaw looked at his leader with an alarmed look.
"Sir may I kindly sa-"
"Barkwing are you disobeying my orders?"
"N-No sir I just thought that-"
"Well you thought wrong. Now unless you want to end up like Mouseclaw over here I suggest you listen to me! Now bring me Cinderflame's kits. And while he's at it Poppyflight and Lionfur bring Cinderflame out too."
"Yes sir."
"No don't Oakstar. Please I-I'll do anything just leave my mate and kits alone."
"Fine but, if you do that one more time then I'll kill you and your family."
"Marshclaw congratulations you have two toms and two she-cats." The mottled tom dipped his head to Barkwing and slowly crept into the nursery.
"M-Marshclaw come here." It was the weak voice of Cinderflame who called out. Next to her belly were four small shapes.
"What should we name them", Cinderflame asked.
"T-The biggest brown and grey tom should be Mousekit, after my father." A pang of grief hit his heart like a stone.
"And the light grey she-cat should be Ashkit."
"The ginger tabby tom should be Sunkit and the tan she-cat with the black stripes should be Sandkit."
"Those are such lovely names."
"I better get back because it looks like Oakstar wasn't finished."
"And as you can see we have these two WindClan kits with us. Cinderflame will nurse them until further notice." Marshclaw leaned over to Silverblaze and spoke.
"What did I miss?"
"Nothing much. The only thing that's remotely important is that he and Maplewing are now mates."
"Ok that's for telling me."
"Yup."
"Now as for the traitor there will be no vigil for him and no burial. Leave his body somewhere so he can become crow-food. Traitors don't deserve a proper ceremony." Poppyflight and Lionfur dragged the limp body of Mouseclaw out through the tunnel and disappeared out of sight.
Dewfur
The sun was slowly setting and the camp was lit in a soft light. The grey she-cat climbed onto the log. She gazed at the cats below sadness began to fill her heart.
"Let all cats old enough to swim join me here beneath the meeting log for a clan meeting. As you all know I'm getting old. I now know that it's time for me to step down from leadership and for my daughter, Frost, to take my place. I kn-"
"Sorry to interrupt but, I'm afraid that Frost won't become leader." The cat who spoke was Sharp.
"What do you mean?"
"Well you see Frost is…dead." Shocked gasps came from the surrounding cats. Behind Sharp were two new visitors carrying the broken body of Frost.
"No F-Frost she can't be dead."
"Well she is and now this place belongs to Slash!" Dewfur stared at his mate.
"Sharp what's going on here?"
"Well you see sweetie Slash, my mate, is taking over."
"What do you mean your mate? I thought I was your mate."
"Oh sorry Dewfur I was already taken. Now Ash because you're stepping down from leadership Slash will take your place and he will rule."
"You don't even have enough cats to take over. You're out numbered."
"Oh am I?" Then through the shadows more cats appeared.
"Hello Slash it's good to see you again after so long."
"You too my love." Slash was a large brown-black tabby tom with a menacing smile and large sharp claws. Much like Sharp he was covered in scars and had two different colored eyes; one was the darkest brown the other the palest blue.
"Now everyone I rule this place now and if anyone tries to challenge me…you'll die."