Beautiful Insanity - Prologue

Welcome.

This is my "What If?" Brightheart story.

What if Brightheart went totally insane after Bluestar changed her name to Lostface? What if she found out that Cloudtail took another mate? What if her Clan-mates rejected her? What if she vowed to exact her revenge?

Would she be able to kill her Clan-mates?

Read on to find out.

Oh, and I will try to follow A Dangerous Path as closely as I can, but I will make this story my own obviously. Things will change, but the main ideas from the first series-the important details-will remain the same and will still occur. Things will just be different.

I just wanna state right now that I do not own Warriors. I am posting it now and I will not post it again. If you haven't gathered that I am not Erin Hunter by now, then... I don't know. XD

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Her white fur was drenched in blood. The ginger patches were almost completely concealed by the crimson liquid that pooled around her body. A few fox-lengths away lay the body of her best friend, his body torn apart by the large, sharp teeth of the dogs. Blood had ceased flowing from his wounds; there was none left in his body to leave. The she-cats heart was beating, and the majority of her body was still intact, but she could hardly feel her face. At first, she felt a searing pain that was so excruciating it knocked her unconscious, but now, there was no feeling at all. It was as if all the nerve-endings connecting to her face had been ripped away.

She couldn't imagine how she looked; she had been pretty before this. Most of the toms in the apprentices' den practically drooled over her. Swiftpaw and Cloudpaw constantly battled for her affections. She was loved. She was desired. She was happy. However, she seemed to be the only one who was content. Cloudpaw had recently been made a warrior—Cloudtail—and the rest of them had been "forgotten" by their leader, Bluestar. Swiftpaw was furious that Cloudtail had received his warrior name before him and came up with a mischievous plan to get noticed.

He had come into the apprentices' den and explained his proposal to all the other apprentices. Swiftpaw believed that if a group of apprentices went to Snakerocks and found the creature that had been slaying rabbits on ThunderClan territory Bluestar would have to make them all warriors! No one agreed with him, and they soon came to a consensus that it was too dangerous. She didn't want to go with him—she agreed with the others that it was mouse-brained, but Swiftpaw used his charm to convince her otherwise. He promised her a warrior name. He promised her honor. And, above all else, she promised him himself. If she went with him, things would be different—he wouldn't get so angry when Cloudtail spoke to her—and he would love her. She couldn't say no then, and he knew it.

She swore to him that she would follow him to the edge of the earth. She would follow him to StarClan. She told him that she loved him, and he returned that love to her. At that moment, they made a pact together—a pact that declared that, even if they fell out of love, they would be friends forever. They would stand by the other's side and protect them. They both made that vow to one another. She was the one who broke it.

The pair had gone to Snakerocks alone and had found a giant cave hidden in the various rocks there. Few cats hunted here because of the threat of adders hiding in the stones, and not many new the layout well, so it wasn't surprising that they'd found this cave. Swiftpaw had gone straight up to the entrance boldly, but she had hung back. She didn't like the scent that was around them; it made her feel uneasy. She told him this, but he dismissed her saying she was acting like a fearful kit.

If she had gone with him to the mouth of the cave, she had no idea what would have become of her—Swiftpaw's body had been swarmed by large brown and black pelts in a matter of moments. She could remember her panic and horror when she saw the scene unfold. Blood spewed everywhere and the entrails of her friend fell to the ground in a bloody heap as the dogs tugged at his limbs and virtually pulled Swiftpaw's body apart.

For a few moments, selfish relief flooded over her—she thought that the dogs would not notice her. They would let her go.

But no.

A large, fearsome dog—the alpha—leapt up onto a nearby stone. His eyes, the same color of Swiftpaw's blood, found her cowering in the shadows. He let out a deafening howl before speaking in a tongue that she could understand. "Pack, pack! Kill, kill!"

She couldn't even think about what had happened after that. Her body once again relived the pain, and she struggled to suppress it. She had been lucky; the dogs had satisfied most of their taste for flesh with Swiftpaw. In a sick way, he had sacrificed himself so she could live. She hated to think of it like that, but it was the way the situation was beginning to appear. Another, horrifying thought planted its seed in her: She was alive.

Swiftpaw was not.

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