Yeah, this one is short. No one said how long they had to be! :) Enjoy the evil twisted mind of Copperpaw.

Wanna Play?

Dovepaw stretched her paws, watching the small muscles in her little toes flex and ripple. She purred happily to herself. All was good for the little she-cat. Her father was the DarkClan leader, Burningstar, and her mother was the much-respected Littlewind. Copperpaw, the small tom Dovepaw was in love with, loved her back, and she was smitten with him.

The love of her life suddenly walked up to her. "Wanna play?" he meowed, a hungry look crossing his eyes for a brief second. Ignoring it, the dark grey she-cat nodded her head eagerly. "Let us go out to the forest, my dear," he mewled, making Dovepaw's heart flutter. Copperpaw certainly had a way with words.

Tails entwined, the two apprentices walked out of camp. Copperpaw suddenly turned to her and whispered, "Shall we go by the ravine, my dear?" Dovepaw nodded enthusiastically and continued to walk next to her love. They finally made it to the ravine at the edge of DarkClan territory.

Copperpaw turned to Dovepaw and tackled her playfully. They continued like this until little Dovepaw's fur was caked in mud and she was exhausted. Copperpaw laid down next to her for a moment, and then meowed, "Well, Dovepaw. I would love to stay with you forever." Then he stood, putting one red paw on her neck. He leaned his head down to her ear and hissed, "But I have other ideas."

Startled, Dovepaw shook his paw off and stood up. "C-Copperpaw, what do you mean?" The angry, hungry look in Copperpaw's eyes scared her, and she began to back up. He followed her until she was crouched at the edge of the ravine.

"I mean, I will kill every last cat in DarkClan to get what I want," he spat, a crazed look in his eyes. Suddenly, the red tabby tom leapt toward Dovepaw. He hit her square in the chest, and she toppled backwards. Copperpaw watched hungrily as the apprentice smashed her head against the rocks and finally fell, body broken and bloody, into the ravine water.

"You played the game. You lost," he hissed menacingly to no one. Then he went back to camp.

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A few days later, a litter of kits was born from Redscar and Burntwing. Copperpaw went in to visit them when they were five moons old and ready to go outside the den. He saw a little she-cat with dappled brown fur.

"Hi cutie, what is your name?" he meowed sweetly, looking at the kit with mock affection in his eyes.

"I-I-I'm Lilykit," she meowed, looking up at the apprentice with adoration in her tiny eyes. Copperpaw smiled.

"I'm Copperpaw, little cutie. Say, dear, we are going to be great friends."

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A red tabby tom trotted over to Lilypaw. "Wanna play?"

I bet you can guess what twisted little Copperpaw will do to Lilypaw. :( Oh well. On with the next tale! ---brackenfurlover