A/N: I got bored today so I decided to write a chapter for ya'll! Please, if you read this or any of my other stories: review. A positive review is extremely motivating. I am actually being serious here. ONWARDS WITH THE GRUESOMENESS!

Now that Lionblaze is out of the way… I'll take out Jayfeather. Hollystar thought to herself. Actually, I'll save him for last.

Hollystar walked over to the queen's nest where Ivykit and Dovekit were playing outside the nest, unwatched by the queens.

"Why, hello little ones." She said sweetly.

"Hewo." They said.

"Would you little kits like me to teach you how to attack an enemy warrior?"

"Yes please!" Two kits replied with joy, unaware of their danger.

She led them over to a secluded part of the camp where there wasn't any warriors or rouges.

"Okay, first I'm going to teach you what to do when you're being attack by an enemy warrior: always go for the throat."

"Okay."

The kits were about a moon and a half old so they were gullible yet there claws were sharp and could easily injure someone.

"Okay I want to see what you cats are made of, attack each other."

The two kits pummeled into each other, claws sheathed and they kept batting at each other's throats.

"No! You have to unsheathe your claws." Hollystar instructed.

Ivykit did immediately, and Dovekit stopped breathing. Ivykit had been frantically waving her paws about, constantly making contact with her sister when Hollystar gave her new instruction. Her front paws had been right on top of Dovekit's throat, which now was cut entirely away.

Dovekit felt no pain, it was immediate. Hollystar wasn't happy.

"Congratulations Ivykit! I see you were much better than your sister. You are so much stronger." She praised.

"What's wrong with Dovekit?" She asked. "And what's this red stuff?"

"Blood. Taste it, you'll like it."

Ivykit dipped her head down and licked up some of the fresh blood of her deceased sister. She cringed at it's sour flavor at first, but then she started to like the metallic flavor even more.

"I like it." She stated.

"Good! When you become a warrior, you can have as much as you want." As long as it was your sister in the prophesy.

"But what's wrong with Dovekit."

Hollystar made up a lie fast on the spot: "Thunderclan. Thunderclan is evil. They killed her! Blame your clan for her death! Join me and I will help you avenge her death."

She broke. Ivykit couldn't believe her sister was dead. She couldn't think straight anymore, and she suddenly hated Thunderclan: she wanted to kill all of them.

"Ivykit, Pledge your allegiance to me so that we may conquer Thunderclan entirely."

"I pledge myself to you; queen Hollystar."

"Good, now to apprentice you to me. THUNDERCLAN AND ROUGES! I have an important announcement to make."
They all moved closer to Hollystar. All of Thunderclan was hoping for freedom when they say little Ivykit looking dazed next to her; they didn't want to see the death of a little kit.

"I call all of you for a joyous meeting; I will be naming a new apprentice for Doomclan! Ivykit, you will be my apprentice and I give you the name of Bloodpaw!"

The Doomclanners yelled her name while the Thunderclanners stood in disbelief. "And in case any of you were wondering, I will be Bloodpaw's mentor!"

"NO!" Whitewing screeched. "I will not let you defile my kit!" She launched herself across the clearing.

"Quick, Bloodpaw! Protect your leader!"

As Whitewing leaped to land on Hollystar, Bloodpaw shot upwards, open jaw first, right into Whitewing's throat.

The blood poured out and the light of life slowly left Whitewing's eyes.

She stared at her daughter, utter disbelief in her eyes, "My daughter, why?" and she left for Starclan.

A/N: Oooh, This was a very difficult chapter, do I need more gore? IMPORTANT: Are these a/n's too much? PLEASE ANSWER ME! (in the reviews)