Here we are, another short yet completely NOT sweet story. Tada.

Give Up?!

"Poor little Firemask," a lithe brown tom purred, drawing his claws down an orange tom's throat. He had pinned the other tom down to the ground and begging for mercy.

"Please... Darkroot, I didn't do anything," Firemask pleaded.

Darkroot laughed at the pitiful tom. "Didn't do anything?" he scoffed. "Yeah, sure! Causing my kits to die was nothing! You and that sorry band of rogues raided our camp!" Anger surged through him, and he drew his claws down Firemask's throat once more.

"Father? Father! Come play with us, please!" mewed a small kit. Her pelt was golden, just like the she-cat's next to her was. On the other side of her, two more kits bounced happily around. One had a dark golden-brown pelt, and the other had a brown tabby one.

Darkroot laughed and padded over to them. "Quailkit, Dovekit, Jaykit!" he purred as they began to climb over him. The golden she-cat also purred as she watched their kits play around. They were going to be strong warriors, she could tell.

"Hello, Goldenrose. I would ask how the kits are doing," Darkroot mewed, with Dovekit, the golden kit, climbing up his back to flick his ears, "but I can tell they are stronger than ever!"

Goldenrose stood up and licked her mate's pelt. "Kits, don't hurt your father! He has warrior duties to do, you know!" she purred while lying down next to Darkroot. He purred and rubbed his pelt against hers.

"Father, tell us a story! Please?" Jaykit, the tom with the brown tabby pelt, mewled. His siblings joined in and asked for a story.

Smiling, Darkroot meowed, "Ok, young ones. I will tell you about the time Truestar sent me to catch the rogue that was on WindClan territory. Now..."

He was suddenly cut off by loud yowls and screeches. Shock and fear gripped his heart as a huge band of rogues darted into camp. There was only one cat, a RiverClan tom named Firemask, which he knew. The rest of them were dirty, filthy rogues.

WindClan launched into battle as Darkroot yowled, "Get the kits in the nursery!" He turned to his mate and was horrified to see her cornered by three rogues, and his kits were being towered over by a large tom.

"Kits. Hmm, fun," he hissed, beginning to unsheathe his claws. With a loud warrior cry, Darkroot flung himself at the rogue in an attempt to save the kits. However, Firemask suddenly lunged at him, and the large orange tom pinned Darkroot to the ground. The WindClan tom watched in horror as the big rogue swiped at Dovekit, sending her flying. She hit the nursery wall with a sickening crack, and fell to the ground. Darkroot cried out to warn Jaykit and Quailkit, but Firemask pressed down on his throat and cut the cry short.

The rogue turned to Quailkit. He easily flipped her over and bit into her neck. Quailkit cried out in pain, but her small blue eyes soon glazed over. Jaykit went the same way.

"No!" Goldenrose cried. She broke free from the rogues and ran over to her dead kits. "Little Quailkit..."

"I will kill you now, Firemask!" he shouted, digging his claws into Firemask's pelt. He cried out in pain and tried to strike Darkroot back, but he was done for. Darkroot raked the orange tom's belly with his back claws and bit into the rogue's throat.

Firemask looked up at Darkroot with terror and anger in his eyes, but he could do nothing. He was dead now.

Snarling, Darkroot spat, "I have avenged their deaths! Do you give up yet, Firemask? Give up?!"

I. SHALL. DOMINATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.....! Muahahahaha! Poor kits. :( I should rename this, "100 Tales That Will Make You Really Sad And Semi-Depressed Muahahaa". Muahahaa. ---brackenfurlover