Insanity

Prologue:

The storm clouds gather…

From the moment she opened her eyes, she never had a doubt in her mind. She knew who she was: a future warrior of ShadowClan, daughter of Darkstar, sister to Deerkit and Pinekit. She was Fallenkit, and no one could ever tell her otherwise. She knew who she was, and nothing would ever change it; not death nor tragedy, and definitely not power. If anything, power would define who she was. She always saw that most of the clan looked at her differently. Of course, Fallenkit was certain it was because of her natural leading qualities and her kinship to their leader, Darkstar.

Only one cat viewed her like she was an ordinary cat, and his name was Goldkit.

Goldkit and his brother and sister, Sunkit and Shinekit, were all mistakes. Everyone knew that their mother, Bluethorn, was a ShadowClan warrior, and their father was a kittypet. No one knew what his name was, but then again, no one cared to find out. No one ever asked Bluethorn about him, and no one ever asked Goldkit and his siblings. Fallenkit certainly didn't care about Goldkit's heritage, for she had great blood flowing through her veins, a bright and powerful and prideful future just asking her to claim it. She had it all, and what did he have? A kittypet father and a quiet, shameful mother along with two annoying siblings. He had nothing on her.

Like any other kit, Fallenkit dreamt of becoming Fallenstar. She would often sneak out of the nursery and lay flat on her back in the clearing, staring at the stars as she fantasized about her future. She could see herself leading ShadowClan across the log bridge and onto the gathering, climbing up the large oak with ease. She of course would get the highest branch, as ShadowClan was the best clan there was. The sight of her lovely pale gray pelt shimmering in the budding darkness atop the tree caused her to purr loudly, making her forget that she was far from that point.

Of course, Fallenkit knew she was destined to get up there, it was all in a matter of time for her. She knew the steps, as it was all she ever thought about.

First, she'd have to land the best mentor possible, preferably the deputy, Redfang. Fallenkit would prefer Darkstar himself, but he was her father, so she knew it was a farfetched ideal. Redfang however, now that was a reachable goal. Next, she'd have to excel at training, be better than them all by a long-shot, even the older, more experienced apprentices. After she became a warrior prematurely, she would work hard at leading patrols and bringing back loads of fresh-kill. She would also have to pick a kit and forge a bond with it, make the thing desperately want her to mentor it more than any other cat in all the clans. Then, work on the leader, which will hopefully still be her father, about getting that particular kit as an apprentice. Once the kit becomes a paw, her paw, she would make sure that there's no slacking to ensure an early warrior ceremony. After the paw becomes a warrior, Fallenkit must simply play the waiting game for Redfang to join StarClan, still leading plenty of patrols and doing extra work to get on the clan's good side. She would also have to suck up to the leader and help Redfang get to the elders' den quickly. Then she'd become deputy, and by then, Darkstar would be old and will most likely have lost some more lives by then. And finally, she'd become Fallenstar after his death. It was all in a matter of time.

Fallenkit would then take her mind to what would become of Goldkit and his future, a smirk comfortably resting on her facial features. The admittedly handsome kit would most likely leave the clan half way through his apprentice training along with his brother and sister to join his kittypet father at his twoleg's nest to live out their lives. He'd visit the cutter and live out his days sunbathing and eating rabbit-dropping and making dirt in sand forever. Fallenkit's smirk deepened when she envisioned her future self, beautiful, powerful, and respected, and wearing the name of Fallenstar, visiting the pathetic tom. He of course would be in awe, pleading for her to let him back into ShadowClan, only for her to claw his muzzle and send him yowling to his twolegs. It would be perfect, giving that kittypet scum what he deserves.

She would have no mate, as that could lead to kits and kits would hold her back from her careful planning. Besides, Fallenkit wasn't good with kits; Hailpelt's two kits, Lillykit and Rosekit, were both younger than her at the time, and she could never have a conversation with either of the she-kits. All they wanted to talk about was 'moss ball' and 'stalk the leaf', all things she had no time for. Like her mother always told her, you only get to live once, and Fallenkit was determined to live it to the fullest, maybe even get nine more lives to live. The other kits had no chance, even her own siblings didn't stand a chance in her mind. It could only be Fallenkit who became one of the 'stars', for she was strong and wily and proud, just what a ShadowClan cat had to be.

First off, I must say that I adopted this story from KatieK101 and it was not mine originally. (She has some really cool ideas by the way so anyone who's having issues coming up with a story should check out her adoptable stories). Anyway, you all know that I work faster when I get reviews! Until next time,

~Spotty