Credits to Warriors Art belongs to me, don't use without permission. This is part one of a short story for my Warriors AU, Bad Influence. Part 1 - Deadface's decision Deadkit yawned. He'd only been in the nursery for two days since he'd recovered from greencough. That's why he was named Deadkit, actually. His mother had given birth to him, Lostkit, and Stillkit. All three had been so close to death as their mother, Flowerstep, was sick when she had kitted, transmitting disease to her kits. Under Milkwhisker's care, though, all three kits recovered, alongside their mother. Deadkit loved that story. He loved Milkwhisker, in fact. Well, he loved his Clan, ShadowClan. He yawned again. He went back to his mother and slept. --- Part 2 --- "Then, Deadkit, you wish to follow this path?" The leader cried, and Deadkit nodded. "Then you are now known as Deadpaw, medicine cat apprentice." Deadpaw mewed in pride and went over to his mentor, Milkwhisker, his siblings Lostpaw and Stillpaw cheering his new name. "I will teach you to be the best medicine cat," Milkwhisker mewed, quietly. Deadpaw nodded. ---Part 3 --- He took the red berry, and stuffed it inside the dead frog. He knew that Applefoot would eat it. And hopefully Dawnpaw and Feathereye would, too. That whole family would destroy ShadowClan. So he destroyed them first. ... He watched as Applefoot cried out. He had brought the red tom into the forest, and told him that his son and mate had died. Of poison. "And that's not all, Applefoot." Deadface screeched. "You killed Milkwhisker, so I killed you. I put the poison in the frog, and soon you'll die too. I hope you go to the Place of No Stars!" He screeched again. He held down Applefoot as his attacks got weaker and weaker, until he had died. Deadface snarled. Good riddance. --- Part 4 --- "You killed three cats. You will be banished," The whole Clan seemed to hiss. "No! This is my home! I saved ShadowClan!" He felt the Clan bearing towards him. "I'll never leave!" He cried, desperately. "I'm so sorry, Deadface," The deputy, his own brother, stepped forwards into the dark medicine den. Stillthorn unsheathed his claws. Deadface cried out one last time. --- Part 5 --- Deadface opened his eyes. The world around him was bright and starry. A cat greeted him. "Milkwhisker!" Deadface cried, and barreled into her. "Come, Deadface," She whispered, "you're in StarClan." Deadface realized he was. His throat didn't hurt and he wasn't bleeding anymore. He closed his eyes. His own Clan had killed him, in return for him saving them. He'd make them pay. He'd make them all pay. --- end ---
