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Summary: Her mother was a ShadowClan medicine cat apprentice, while her father is a RiverClan tom. Having parents that broke the Warrior Code to that extent, Scarletfang's birth was cursed. The rest of the Clan thinks she's crazy, but that doesn't stop her from being one of the most lethal cat of her Clan.

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Me and My Twin

I often hear them whispering behind my back. They think I can't hear them, but I'm always within earshot. My hearing is sharper than those of my ShadowClan Clan mates. It really was the only blessing that StarClan gave me. I could hunt well, because I can hear the prey better. I could fight well, because I can hear my enemies movements. Of course, I can still see and smell, but my sharper hearing was definitely an advantage. That is when I'm out in the field doing warrior duties.

But whenever I am in camp, my superior hearing is really a curse. I can hear all the gossip around the camp about me. They say that I'm crazy. They say I'm insane. They say that I don't belong here. And perhaps they are right, but I vowed that I'd prove them all wrong. I will learn everything about the past, the Warrior Code, all my Clan mates, and even the herbs.

My birth was highly irregular and totally went against the Warrior Code. Fangpaw, the medicine cat apprentice, was my mother. I have never met her, because she died giving birth to my sisters and me, but everyone says that I'm the exact image of her, a russet color she cat with dark green eyes and scarlet markings along my spine. My father was a RiverClan warrior tom by the name of Blackwhisker. I met him once or twice during Gatherings, but I've never spoke to him. I hate them both. Why couldn't they have controlled themselves better? If they had, then my sisters and I wouldn't have been born, which would have been a much better alternative, and Fangpaw would most likely still be alive.

It's not like I didn't want to live. I do, but my birth was cursed. My sisters never made it to this world. They were born dead. I was the only one that survived, but I was born with a multiple personality disorder, one that left me with two different personalities and the possible chances of memory impairment. Of course, I didn't figure that out until I was an apprentice. As a kit, my adopted mother blamed the personalities on playfulness and memory impairment on forgetfulness.

" Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highrock for a Clan meeting!" a pure white tom called. Behind me a sandy colored tom, Sandfur, padded out from the warriors den. He was the only one in the Clan that could fathom my disorder. I nodded in greeting and we both padded out together to hear what Whitestar had to say.

As all the cats gathered around, Whitestar began, "One of our patrols has smelled traces of a fox wandering around our territory. The scent is fresh and we were able to track it all the way to the Thunderpath, but we are not certain if the fox came from or left to go to ThunderClan. So I advise caution to all until the menace has been resolved. That is all," Whitestar reported and jumped down from the rock.

"What do you make of that information, Scarletfang?" Sandfur asked me as the clan dispersed.

"I'm not Scarletfang, I'm Fangpaw!" I told him, sweetly and calmly. I heard him give a small sigh, but continued anyway. "As for the information, I just hope the fox watches out. I'm coming after it!" I gave a little snarl to emphasize my seriousness.

"I'm sure the fox will be frightened of you and your vicious snarl," Sandfur replied and purred at the imitation, all the while leaning closer to me. I responded by resting my head on his shoulder. We sat like that for a little while, until his stomach started to growl. "And I'll help you scare that fox off with my stomach's loud growls!"

I lightly cuffed him on the ear. "I'm sure you will," I said dryly. "Let's go get something to eat. It's getting late."

"Wouldn't mind if we do," he told me and we padded towards the fresh kill pile. We picked up a plump rat and padded over to our usual spot to share the kill.

"This rat is the juiciest piece of prey I've ever had," I said and smacked my mouth loudly as if getting a better taste of it. I ripped another piece of rat off its body. It was kind of dry and stringy.

"Don't be so sarcastic all the time, Scarletfang," Sandfur criticized. After we finished eating, we settled down and started sharing tongues with each other. The rhythmic lapping of Sandfur's tongue started lulling me to sleep and I vaguely saw Firefang, the orange tabby deputy, approach us.

"Good evening, Firefang," I heard Sandfur greet the deputy. It was quiet for a while, until I realized someone was shaking me. "Scarletfang, wake up!"

I blinked. "I'm Fangpaw," I mumbled. I opened my eyes that I hadn't realized were closed and saw Firefang peering at me.

"Scarletfang, you'll be joining the dawn patrol tomorrow and Sandfur will be leading it," he told me. I nodded and he padded away.

"Well, that was embarrassing," I said, sleepily. "Let's go get some sleep." We both got up and walked to our nests in the warrior's den. I instantly fell into a dreamless sleep with Sandfur curled up next to me.

All too soon, I was jolted awake by a screech. I perked my ears up and quickly got to my feet. I could see that I wasn't the only one that was woken up by that screech. Most of the warriors were already up or stirring.

"Foxes!" the screech came again and I detected the general area where the distress was coming from. I ran out of the warrior's den and searched the clearing for any foxes before heading over to the nursery.

Once there, I saw Dapplestorm swiping the fox at the entrance of the nursery while keeping her kits safe. I quickly launched an attack at the fox and it got distracted. It came after me instead. I swiped and dodged and swiped again. The fox let out a whine and the other red tailed intruder came and starting attacking me as well. I backed up and saw several warriors rushing to help me, but some stayed where they were as well, since there was yet another fox. Where did all these foxes come from? There usually only one or two at a time.

It was a good thing that my disorder kicked in at that time. I wasn't Fangpaw anymore. I was Scarletfang, one of the most lethal warriors in ShadowClan. I had learned all of my skills through my mentor, Firefang, and from all the stories that the elders told. They didn't think I could try and replicate the techniques from their descriptions, but I succeeded.

I clawed and ducked and swiped at the foxes. Sandfur had paired up with me and we were using our knowledge about each other's moves, strengths, and weaknesses. Together, we were unstoppable. I was quick and agile, while he had more power to his build. Finally, I was able to get under the fox's guard and slit the fox's throat.

The other fox that had taken on the other three warriors let out a loud whine when it saw its comrade fall. Then, it attacked Sandfur and me. We were able to kill this one rather swiftly since there were five of us attacking. I looked around the clearing and saw Whitestar kill the last remaining fox. Several of the warriors that were with him were severely injured and quickly moved towards Larkwing's den.

I wasn't injured, but I also padded over to help Larkwing with treating the injured warriors. I had learned quite a bit from her when I was an apprentice. I was training to be a warrior, but during my free time, I hung out with her to learn some of the easier treatments, such as stopping blood and cleaning wounds, but also more tricky ones, such as treating sores and pains in the elder's joints. It was because of her that I was in the elder's den so much. I didn't resent it, because I took the opportunity to learn as much from them about the other members of the Clan and the past, when I wasn't Fangpaw, of course.

Now, I used those skills and moved into the medicine den to get some of the cobwebs and herbs. Larkwing acknowledged me with a flick of her tail. She trusted me enough to let me touch her herb store. After getting the materials I needed, I padded out and started treating the wounds, starting with Sandfur.

"Great job, Scarletfang," he said to me when I told him to lay down so I could inspect his wound. "I'm glad you didn't wake up as Fangpaw, or else the whole clan would have been in trouble."

"Thanks, Sandfur. You fought well too," I purred at him. "We got lucky this time around."

But what about next time? I couldn't control my personality switches...

A/N: Thanks for reading and I hope you've enjoyed it. Please review and tell me what you think if you've got time. =)