Stormpaw's eyes widened, and she took another step backward as the rest of the blood-leaves suddenly separated from their branches. They fell as if in slow motion, sparkling in the moonlight and coming closer and closer to her... { ~ ~ ~ } In a time when ThunderClan, WindClan, RiverClan and ShadowClan are ancient history. When not killing your opponent isn't in the Warrior code anymore. When if you say "StarClan" you'll be punished. It's in these dark times that Stormkit is born. Being unusually colored and the runt of the litter, Stormkit is always the one who picked on. And that is how it started. When the only cat who was ever nice to her is killed, her hatred for certain members of her own clan only gets bigger. Can she survive all the violence and hate her clan has raised her on? Or will she succumb and became a murderer like everybody else?