“Where will I go?” She cried out loud. Her fluffy large tail swished wildly. “What about my kits?” Her voice quivered. She stared at the leader across the clearing, he stared back at her, expressionless and blank.
“You will leave,” he meowed bitterly. “And never come back, Brownclaw. You are exiled from Cloudclan, you are no longer welcomed on this territory for the horrible actions you have committed.” He hissed. “Like murdering my son, Crossrow. And his apprentice Wavepaw.”
She lowered her head, glancing at her small kits, Mosskit, Softkit, and Sharpkit. Thrushkit would have been here. She thought. They were mewling for her milk. “Fine, I will tell you this Splashstar.” She meowed sharply. “You will regret this.” She twisted around and padded out of the camp, ferocity in her eyes. Her kits followed behind quickly. She heard their tiny paw steps following after her. Squeezing out of the camp entrance. The bramble scratching the tiny bundles of fur.

She and her kits were far gone from the camp by now, the sun was setting behind the horizon. Glowing its beautiful rays across the field they stood in. Her golden brown fur fluffed up against the gentle breeze. The tall stalks of wheat swayed beside them. Scratching their pelts every once in a while, Sharpkit got his eye scratched from a swig sticking out of the wheat stalks.
“I’m hungry!” Softkit, the smallest of them all mewed desperately.
“We will find somewhere to rest soon, and I’ll get you some food.”
Brownclaw raised her muzzle to the air. The scent of a mouse floated on the breeze. She dropped into the hunters crouch and stalked forward. Brownclaw’s tail was straight out behind herself, she flicked it signaling for her kits to stay where they were.
Then she spotted the mouse, it was sitting atop a leaf. Distracted on a seed, nibbling it quickly. She slowed her pace, stalking slowly towards it.
Then she pounced forward, dispatching it with one quick bite to the neck. A quick and easy kill, she took long famished bites. Leaving only the bare scraps of the mouse behind. She would feed the kits soon.
“Hi!” She heard a cat meow in the distance. She whipped around, turning her head anxiously. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I scare you?” The she-cat called.
Brownclaw heard a rush of paw steps before a golden brown cat much like herself, popped her head through one of the gaps in the wheat stalks. “I’m Honey, and you are?”
“I am Brownclaw,” she said defensively.
“Are you one of those forest cats?” Honey asked.
“No.”
“Oh,” Honey replied. “Were you one?”
“Yes,” Brownclaw said sadly, letting her head lower. She stared down at the muddy ground beneath them. “I was exiled from Cloudclan. I killed some of their members. I regret it highly.” She meowed.
“Oh my,” Honey mewed nervously. “Are you going to hurt me?” She asked.
“No no, I won’t. I am done with all of that,” she replied calmingly. Even though it certainly was not true. She would get revenge on Cloudclan eventually.
“Come with me, we have to get you to the barn. Especially with those kits of yours.” She meowed calmly. Staring in the direction of her kits.
“Okay,” Brownclaw followed the she-cat through the wheat, trying her hardest to keep up. The kits trailed behind, obviously exhausted from their journey.
“So uh, why’d you get exiled from Cloudclan?” Honey asked quietly, she seemed scared to ask. As they padded through the wheat.
“Okay, Honey.” She meowed reassuringly. “This is going to be a very long story.”
“Okay!” She said.
“My old mate left to become a kittypet, his best friend Crossrow wanted to join him. But my mate told him before he could come with him, he had to kill one of my kits, Thrushkit. He dragged his apprentice, Wavepaw into it too. I listened to their whole conversation. They stole my kit and brought him to a fox den. Then you probably know what happened, he got killed. And I watched every single bit of it. I wanted to save him, but I didn’t want to be attacked. I wanted to get revenge, so I got it. I lured them both to the Fogclan border, near the river. I asked if they wanted to go on a quick swim before we went hunting. They agreed, I let them swim peacefully for a couple minutes before leaping onto Crossrow’s back and thrusted his head underneath the water. Wavepaw tried to save him but I grabbed her scruff and tossed her farther into the river. She lost her footing and started to float down the river her head barely bobbing above the water. I let Crossrow drift down into the water. His paws flailing helplessly. I watched as they both slipped under the thrashing waves.” She told the story as they padded towards the barn
“What was your mate’s name? Also what is a kittypet?” She asked. “Also, why were you so violent?” She asked very quickly. “Oh, and you had another kit?”
They continued on through the tall stalks of wheat, till she saw it. A large broken down reddish barn. There was a small hole in its roof. Water slowly dripping inside. She followed more slowly now, her paws sinking in the mud from the crops, she shook one paw after another whilst walking. “Ick.” She meowed bitterly. Her white paws turning brown to dark brown. The kits were still following, farther back now. They were soaked in mud up to their stomachs.
“A kittypet is like a housecat? If you know what I mean. And I just felt so much rage.” She meowed crossly. “And yes, his name was Thrushkit I miss him very much.”
They reached the old broken-down barn. It’s paint peeling slightly.
“His name was-“ she got cut off as she stared into the barn.
“Darkstorm?!” She hissed at the figure that stood in the middle of the hay filled barn.