I don't own warriors, except for bloodclaw, deathwind, and grimfang... or anything else i made up on the way.

ok. this is a very bloody story, involving murdered kits soaking in their own blood, and in later chapters semi torture of kits, i suggest you dont read.

Tawnypelt walked into the nursery. For some strange reason, the mother of five kits hadn't named her kits yet. She walked towards the mound of dried moss, expecting to see the mother and her kits peacefully nursing. What she saw was the complete and total opposite. The warrior gasped as she saw that the once peaceful moss bed was covered in blood. Two of the five kits were butchered, blood pouring from gaping wounds in their tiny bodys. The mother, a rogue that Shadowclan recently took in, was sprawled out on the bottom of the bed, her head lolling over the sides and her mouth still dripping blood. Although, she didn't look like she was killed by a cat. She seemed to have eaten a type of poison, seeing as there were no actual cuts on her body. There was no blood on her paws, so she couldn't have killed her kits. Tawnypelt turned around and threw up the thrush she recently had eaten. She forced herself to look into the moss bed, now rapidly becoming a deeper and deeper pool of blood. The remaining three kits were perfectly alive, but something was wrong. Terribly wrong. They were sitting perfectly, licking their blood-drenched paws clean. Four weeks ago these cats were born. Tawnypelt gasped in horror. How could four-week old kits be able to slaughter their own siblings? It seemed impossible. No other cat had been into the nursery for the past four weeks, so it had to be them. Tawnypelt noticed that the bed was now filling up with blood, and that the remaining kits were starting to drown. As much as she didn't want to save these demons, she had to or she'd be blamed for killing three kits. She grudgingly fished the three kits out with her paw, receiving savage bites from them as she did so. She tried to set the kits down, but as she did so one of them attacked her paw, bighting it savagely and clawing at the rest of her. Out of instinct she yowled and batted her remaining paw at the crazed kit. It went flying across the den and smacked into the wall, then moved no more. Tawnypelt's eyes went wide. She had just killed a kit. Even if it was a deranged kit that killed its two siblings and had just tried to kill her, it was still a kit. She heard a hiss and wheeled around on her paws. The other two kits were stalking towards her. Now that the blood was clearing off their bodys, she noticed what they looked like. One of them was pitch black with bright green eyes. The other was dark grey with black paws, black ears, and a black tipped tail. She shuddered as its burning blue eyes bored into hers. She yowled in horror and ran out of the nursery in terror, still thinking of how these cats could possibly kill their siblings.

Blackstar was lying down in his den, when he heard an unearthly yowling. His head shot up and he bounded out to the entrance of his cave, only to be crashed into by Tawnypelt. "Blackstar! Blackstar! The kits!" The rest of her sentence was blurred as she went into hysterics. Blackstar noticed that she was covered in blood and one of her paws had bite marks on it. "What is it Tawnypelt!" Blackstar was not getting increasingly worried that Tawnypelt had just killed the kits. "IT'S THE KITS! THREE OF THEM KILLED THE OTHERS! THE MOTHER IS POISONED!"

Blackstar looked at her incredulously. "Tawnypelt! Go to Littlecloud at once. I'll check out the nursery. Tawnypelt nodded, and still in hysterics, made her way over to the medicine cat's den.

Blackstar only walked halfway to the nursery when the pungent smell of blood greeted his nostrils. He noticed that other cats were now slowly coming out of their dens, curious and scared about what was happening. Blackstar walked into the nursery den, and looked on in horror at the sight. It was obvious that the three kits had killed their siblings, who were the only females in the litter. Blackstar called for Russetfur and Littlecloud. He already knew what they were going to say, but he needed to hear it come out of their mouths.

They were going to have to exile the kits.

finito... uhh i have chapter 2, 3, and 4 written out, i just need to type them and upload them... unfortunately i left them in my desk at school... o.O please r&r. the story gets much better believe me...tell me if theres anything wrong with it...