Mapleshade's story

Prologue

A tortoiseshell and white she-cat sat in the dimmest of all places.

Her head was craned to stare down with green eyes at a wet, clear puddle. Scars and multiple forms of wounds layered her thick coat, as well as blood stained on her claws.

"Mapleshade."

A voice awoke her from her thinking. She turned her head to see a snow-white skinny tom standing infront of her. She did not greet him with warm eyes, but instead a menacing glare.

"What is it, Snowtuft!?" Mapleshade snapped, voice as cold as ice. Even after the great battle, the tortie remained the same noctorious villian. Especially to cats who she didn't favour. A good example would be the white tom.

"W-where's ThistleClaw?" Replied Snowtuft. His voice was raspier then usual, and it was clearly visible that he was shuddering under his wounds. That made Mapleshade feel good.

"I don't know," She replied, voice calm yet sharp. The tortie held his gaze with her icy green glare, which was a surprise because Snowtuft didn't flinch.

"A-alright," He replied, turning and limping away. There was something rather bright as Mapleshade watched him glance around with his blue gaze. Maybe he was happy some cat was dead? She watched as his scrawny shape disapeared into darkness.

As she turned her head to look back down at the puddle, she quickly realized that thick clouds of blood were forming in it. Small wet drops slipped down from her fur and into source of water, almost soundless as they hit the clear liquid.

The thoughts of the kits so pushed her into a daze. Oh yes, the three she had once loved so dearly. It made her curl her claws into the damp soil below as she thought of that. How had she ever loved some cats so much?

Soon enough anger rose inside of her like fire. The days of Appledusk and their forbidden afairs, the day he back-stabbed her, ThunderClan's leader in her time and RiverClan's. It was so much to take in, and all she could do was let out a low growl. Appledusk should have been in the dark-forest and he should have suffered her pain. Why was it only her and not him? He was apart of it too! But instead he got a happy mate and kits, not to mention the honourship of being in a Clan and rising as loyal warrior. That was exactly what Mapleshade should have gotten. But no.

A sense of calmness seemed to destroy her previous anger. It was over and done now, she was a villian and she would be one. Her first encounter with realizing her fate lay in the dark forest's paws hadn't been bad nor had her acceptance. It had been like a boost of energy and then the feeling of it being sucked away. But now she had gotten used to the feeling of blood stained on the tips of her claws, and the feeling of being evil.
As Mapleshade craned her head to look at the puddle again, the drips of blood had turned the puddle red. Red for vegance and red for wounds. It all seemed so sweet to her, with nothing else to love.

So there was the tortoiseshell and white she-cat staring down at her reflection in a clear puddle filled of blood.