A/N: Hello again! It's been a while, but I finally found the last, sucky chapter of this story. I was running out of space on the paper, so it's really short and rushed. Anyway, hope you enjoy it.

This goes to MushroomT, StarClan's Nightmare, Gingerstar14, and SnaketailTheFirst for being my faithful reviewers!

Standard disclaimer still applies.

First Moon of Leaf-Bare
Moon phase: Waning gibbous

"Keep working! Catch that mouse and you might have food to last you two days!" Brokenstar's snarl cut through the still leaf-bare air, loud enough to wake the birds and startle them into flight from their trees. Blossompaw squealed and pushed off with her little legs that were not able to support her as she landed. The mouse, thin as its tail, disappeared into the trees. Volepaw's legs crumpled as he chased after it. The two finally collapsed, panting, staring desperately at Brokenstar and hoping that he would give them a chance. But Brokenstar looked as mad as a hornet after its nest was stolen by a foolish apprentice.

"I TOLD YOU!" he yowled. "I TOLD YOU TO STALK TO IT, NOT JUMP AT IT! NOT UNTIL YOU'RE READY!!!" and slashed the two across their muzzles. The two new apprentices squealed, screaming for Brightflower as Brokenstar slashed them again and again. "You two are going hungry again!" he snarled. "You obviously can't catch your food. You don't even get crowfood tonight. Go hungry. You have to learn how to survive! NOW GO!!" Brokenstar spat out the last words as the two kits scrambled back to the apprentice den.
Brokenstar sighed. It's not worth training these mousebrained pieces of foxdung. I should just kill them and put them out of their misery...

Just then, Brokenstar spotted Yellowfang coming out of her den. An idea sparked into his head. Maybe it's time to get some revenge on the old piece of foxdung. Smiling, Brokenstar headed back into the inner camp, a plan unraveling inside his depraved mind.

Three days later...

Yellowfang came out of her den, hungry and cold. It was early morning and her head was spinning. Brokenstar was all of a sudden nice to those poor kits. They were enjoying training more and more and no more scars appeared on those tiny muzzles. As she sorted out the dead herbs from the good ones, she noticed Blossompaw and Volepaw clamoring excitedly in the clearing. Brokenstar stood next to them.

"Now, my apprentices, we are going to Carrionplace tonight. It will be the farthest away from camp that you have ever been. Are you ready?" Brokenstar noticed Yellowfang coming out of her den and glared at her, as if challenging her to disagree.

Fine, thought Yellowfang, I'll follow them. The last time Brokenstar went to Carrionplace, Raggedstar died. I'll be keeping an eye on them. Out loud she said: "I'm going to get some catmint." Then she headed out of camp. Padding carefully over the frost covered leaves, Yellowfang crept to Carrionplace, following the exited squeals.

"What are we doing there?"

"What will we see?"

Yellowfang heard Brokenstar chuckle. "How about some battle training? We'll start easy, don't worry."

No... it can't be... NO! This didn't bode will with the old medicine cat. She dashed toward Carrionplace, not caring if any cat saw her. She reached it just in time to see Brokenstar bite down on Volepaw's throat. Yellowfang tried to throw herself into the clearing to shield the kits. But fear and shock would not let her. Blossompaw squealed and dashed back toward camp. But Brokenstar was quicker and snapped her spine before she could reach Yellowfang, who was standing in the shadows, stock still with horror. Brokenstar dragged Blossompaw back to her brother and disappeared into the trees.

Yellowfang crept out into the clearing, examining the two bloody kits. She began to lick the blood off the kits. The cold snow fell around them, turning Volepaw's brown pelt to white and restoring Blossompaw's bloodstained fur to its creamy origin. "Why must it be you? Oh, poor Blossompaw, Volepaw... why? What would make him do this?" She asked the questions to herself, trying to make sense of the mysteries of the forest.

"YOU! YOU KILLED MY APPRENTICES! GET OUT OF MY CLAN!!!" Yellowfang whipped around, staring Brokenstar in the face. "What did I do to...? I didn't..." She regained her control. "You killed them," she hissed softly. "You killed them because of your mistake. You can't exile me for something I didn't do."

"Hah!" he spat, "Watch me. I'm the Clan leader, not you. I can do what I please." He slowly circled Yellowfang, who was staring, shocked, at Brokenstar. "If any of my warriors spot you on any of ShadowClan's territory after sundown, they have permission to kill you." Still Yellowfang didn't move.

"This isn't right, Brokenstar. You're our leader and you..."

"Stop babbling and GO! GO AND NEVER RETURN!!!" Without any mercy in his eyes, Brokenstar clamped down on the scruff of her neck and threw her out of the clearing. His eyes followed her as she stumbled away from Carrionplace, into the shadows of the marshy ShadowClan territory.

Yellowfang watched helplessly as Raggedstar buried Blossompaw and Volepaw, shoving them unceremoniously in the dirt. Licking the blood off of his lips, he padded off. Yellowfang couldn't help but watch as the darkness swallowed him whole. The image of Blossompaw and Volepaw being murdered, of her son watching the blood spill out of those two helpless kits flashed through her brain.

Yellowfang looked back into the shadows, in the general direction of Brokenstar's long gone silhouette. "I never told you that I was your mother," she whispered into the dark. "I was never supposed to mate with Raggedstar. It was illegal. I thought my debt had already been paid when your two sisters died. But now I can see that I am wrong. You are my punishment. I will have to rid this world of you. I can't keep you here, Brokenstar. You will not be sent to StarClan, I promise you."

I have to get away from here, she thought. Far away. Sighing, she padded off into the distance. She did not look back, not once.

~~Fin~~

A/N: Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed!

~~Dawny~~