** This chapter just wouldn't write. I might try again at a later date. It was Fnord's idea.**

Twigtail: The Cannibal

When there isn't enough food to go around, bellies will growl and warriors will go weak. Sometimes, it is taken to an extreme. The spirit goes weak along with the rest of the body.

Prey is scare on the open moor, and there seems to be only one option for a certain tom.

Something had happened to all the rabbits. They seemed to have disappeared at the same time. The few warriors that could still catch them were forced to give the only prey they had seen in days to the queens and elders.

Twigtail was one of those warriors. He could be seen on the moor every day chasing down invisible rabbits. His weakened legs carried him swiftly across the fields. Everything he did was for his Clan, WindClan.

His once powerful legs shook under him as he thundered across the grass chasing the one piece of prey the patrol had seen all day. His claws latched onto the rabbit and killed him with a quick bite to the neck. That tiny taste was the only prey he had eaten in days.

"Midnightbreeze, how about you say we take a quick bite before we take it back to camp." advised Twigtail. "My vision is getting all blurry. I can barley see where I'm going. "

The warrior in question shook his head. "We can't Twigtail. My mate is nursing kits, and I can't stand to see Floodkit and Rainkit die. They mean so much to me." He grabbed the prey out of Twigtail's mouth, or at least he tried to.

Twigtail danced away. The taste of fresh-kill enticed him. Its delicious flavor coated his mouth, and gave him ideas, good ideas, down right delicious ideas.

He flung the prey aside and dived towards Midnightbreeze. He could easily catch the exhausted warrior. His claws sunk right to his bones. Blood splashed onto his face. It was twice as tasty of that little bit of rabbit he had swallowed.

"Um... tastes salty." smiled Twigtail. His tongue moved to lap up more of the delicious red liquid. Midnightbreeze, still having not fully bleed to death watched his friend lap up his blood. The look on his face was pure horror.

"What are you doing?" he moaned. The sight of his blood being drunk was just to much for the already weak tom. He collapsed from either blood loss or so he couldn't see what was happening to him.

"I'm eating." smiled Twigtail. He barred his teeth and snapped at Midnightbreeze. Flesh tore under his teeth and the black tom collapsed, in too much pain to move.

Flashing teeth made good work of the warrior. Blood and pieces of fur decorated Twigtail's mouth. His stomach was full for the first time in months. Strength returned to his legs and renewed him to what he had been before the famine: a strong warrior.

The deranged warrior picked up the barely alive warrior and walked back to camp with Midnightbreeze laying limply in his arms. He pushed aside the long grasses that shielded the camp entrance and walked in.

The only kit with any energy, Rainkit, ran to greet whomever had been hunting, today his father and role model. "Daddy," he squealed. "Did you bring us back anything?"

"Of course little bitty kitties. Have a big bite to eat." laughed Twigtail. He dropped their now dead father at their feet, his blood starting to attract flies.

Rainkit fled back to his mother who was too weak to leave the nursery. Tears were streaming out from his eyes. "I wanted to be like you!" he shouted. "But, I would never have killed daddy. That was a stupid thing to do." The other warriors looked upon him in horror.

Foxstar walked up to the warrior. "Twigtail," he commanded. "I never want to see you on WindClan territory again." He pointed one claw at the exit and motioned with his tail for him to leave quickly.

"I'm not leaving without a snack." giggled Twigtail. He could easily overpower any cat in any of the Clans. He looked at the deputy, and smacked his lips. Foxstar just got batted aside when he tried to jump in front of the killing swipe.

He brought his claws to Toadleap, and the deputy couldn't do anything about him. The blood didn't stayed spilled for long because it was quickly licked up. Flesh was left in the burning sun to rot along with the limp body of Foxstar.

Before Twigtail left the camp causally, he swept into the nursery. Swallowflight stood strong and tried to protect her two kits from their doom. "I will kill you as easily as I killed your mate." teased Twigtail. He slowly lunged to one side to play with his prey.

The queen moved out of the way, but couldn't handle much more movement. Another lunge from the messed up warrior knocked her to her paws. Swallowflight cowered under her mate's murder. "Please spare my kits." she begged with her last ounce of strength.

So, he just swatted her aside. There wasn't enough meat on her body to make a decent snack; she was just skin and bones, not very tasty. Floodkit looked a lot tastier anyway. All that kit fat was sure to be just delicious.

He grabbed the kit's scruff and ran out of the camp and into the arid moorland. He left a trail of blood and dust behind him.

The Clans never truly saw him again. Twigtail was one problem that was solved by Twolegs. They say him foaming at the mouth and took him to somewhere no cat dared to venture.

Some ThunderClan warriors reported seeing him sitting in the window and striving to see the moorland where he grew up. They just smiled to see the WindClan cannibal behind the hardened air, trapped.

** Please review, so I'll update faster. I have several cats lined up; Snowtiger: That Watcher, Furystar: The Competitor, Thornwhisker: The Hunter, Coyotecry: The Rebel, Blackmind: The Brainwashed, Ravenflight: The Unloved, Waterstream: The Silent Witness. Snowtiger should be pretty short.**

Note to Shimmertail: You do get a lot of emails from FF, but I think you can turn them off. It would probably be the best just to get an email too use for this.