Darkness Stalking-IronClan Part 1

Ridgestar looked at his clan with power hungry eyes, they gleamed their usual pale blue, but there was something darker behind them that could send a shiver down your spine. He saw his sons, Airboom and Raggedheart 'playing' with a young kit. He saw his daughter coming back from a patrol. But where was his worthless mate? He bared his teeth at the thought of Quiverbreeze, he had always hated her so much, but she was strong and had good ties to the clan, so it seemed right to pair up with her. He flicked his tail, he didn't care for love, if he wanted that he would have been with Frightclaw, who adored him and hung on his every word.

He had seen new cats feeding into ForestClan territory, seeking the 'compassionate' Wonderstar who they all respected so well. He sneered at the thought of it, ForestClan being RESPECTED! They were to be hated of all things, they were too perfect. So instead of charging into battle he had sent Pitchedvoice to spy on the enemy clan. He really didn't care about the actual information that she brought back more that she was just gone. The tiny she-cat had a voice that drove through you like nails, she was just plain annoying and he wanted to be rid of her. He closed his eyes with hate at the she-cat.

"Ridgestar?" It was Quiverbreeze, her too sweet voice purred from behind him. She padded up to him and wound herself around him with her long thin body in her friendly greeting. Though he hated her e couldn't help but purr loudly, she had a knack for charming others.

"Yes?" He said in a thin voice, showing that he was impatient for her just to spit out what ever in StarClan she had to say.

"I have news on that Cloudpaw that your so interest in." She sneered with a bit of anger, Ridgestar guessed that even his mate was jealous of the young cats beauty.

"And?" He growled through gritted teeth. He knew about the pretty white she-cat, he knew more about her than most others. They had been friends oh so long ago, before Ridgestar realized that ForestClan was evil, he had even loved her. She was a kit then, she doesn't remember him probably.

"You were right, and she has a little crush." She purred with a giggle to her voice.

"And what's this toms name?" He turned to her with eyes inflamed. but Quiverbreeze knew what he would do if he learned the toms name, he would go and kill him.

"I don't know." She lied with a perfectly sweet smile. She stood and padded away, leaving with a flick of her tail onto his cheek, teasing him.

He dug his claws into the ground, they hit rock that was hidden beneath the earth. He turned to leave camp when he saw Poisonpoppy running to the nursery, someone must be kitting. He thought with a chuckle, maybe the kits would do for new warriors, maybe they wouldn't. He saw his three kits sitting together, they were all so perfect, far from their mother. He licked his front claw before stalking out of camp.

He gazed around the forest that he called home, his eyes looked at each tree, he absorbed each scent. He let his gaze wonder as he padded on through the forest. Pine needles stuck in his pads, brush scraped passed him, causing minor creases in his smooth pelt. He heard a snap behind him and he whipped around to see a pretty black and white she-cat with pale green eyes staring at him with pure shock on her face. She took a step back and ran for her life, knowing  that it wouldn't end well if Ridgestar were to catch her. He raced after her with long and very powerful strides, his claws dug into the forest floor with speed that threatened to rip them from his paws. He lost her in the thick brush, but he still scented her, and he scented KITS!

He gazed through the now thick bracken, he saw a flash of the white pelt that he had been chasing through the forest. He leaped at it, a yowl of astonishment rippled in the once silent air. There was a black flash as a massive weight hit his side, the next thing he knew he was on the forest floor with a massive black and white tom on top of him. The black tom gazed down with pale yellow eyes, and when Ridgestar looked passed him he saw a she-cat with three kits.

"Don't touch my family!" The rouge yowled at Ridgestar with sudden rage that shook even the she-cat he was protecting. Ridgestar shook the large tom off of him, sending the rouge staggering back.

"Shut up fox-dung!" He spat back with a snarl ripping from his chest. He was about to attack again when he saw two of the rouges sons, they were BIG and looked like they would make fine warriors. An idea sparked in his mind. "I won't touch them on one condition."

Ridgestar's grin faded as the she-cat stepped in front of her two tom kits, leaving the little she-kit exposed still.  He eyed all three kits before he attacked again, he knocked the tom rouge down with one heavy swing to the head, knocking him out. Ridgestar looked at the she-cat.

"Give me the kits." He said with fierceness that shocked the she-cat into standing still. He growled and grabbed the three kits, taking them, back to his home, where they would stay away from their true parents forever. And the three followed him, as if in a trance, with their mother screaming for them from behind. The kits padded on, as if they couldn't hear their mother's screams. He had decided that the kits would be too young to remember this day, he would lie to them, forever. Their names were now Quickkit, Darkkit, and Coonkit. They would grow up to be fine warriors, under his watchful eye.