A/N: So, I decided I needed to write SOMETHING. What better way to do so than have a giant battle? I also wanted to try a new style: beginning in the middle of the action. This oneshot has no set Point of View, so it may be from any cat’s point of view.

I really felt like killing off cats, but not in my other stories, so I decided to do this. It takes place very soon after Sunrise ends.

Hope you enjoy this piece of morbidness I cranked out for you!

~Skyst

“My kits!” Whitewing wailed, lashing out with her claws at Russetfur, the dark ginger deputy of ShadowClan. Russetfur had the kits squealing on the ground, her paws practically crushing them.

“Oh, these are your kits?” Russetfur asked, unsheathing her claws. Whitewing launched herself at the ShadowClan deputy, knocking the wind out of her. Whitewing’s claws dug into the deputy’s throat.

“Never touch my kits, you carrion,” she snarled. Russetfur pushed Whitewing off, and grabbed Ivykit, running out of the nursery.

“IVYKIT!” yelled Whitewing, racing after the deputy and into the battle. Every Clan was fighting, and it seemed that every cat from the Clans was joining in, even kits. While Whitewing was distracted, Russetfur had put Ivykit on the ground, in a similar position as when they were in the nursery.

“Say goodbye,” she laughed, and dug her claws in deep to the kit. Ivykit let out a small squeak of pain, and then her eyes became lifeless. Russetfur released her claws, letting the kit’s crimson blood splash around her body. Whitewing snarled in fury and rage, and clawed at Russetfur’s face. Not paying attention to what she was taught for her entire life, she sank her fangs into Russetfur’s neck, killing her instantly.

“That’s what you get, crow-food,” Whitewing said brokenly. A yowl from the battle turned her head.

“Russetfur!” Blackstar yelled, his black paws pounding on the ground. He snarled and turned to Whitewing.

“YOU!” He growled, and then looked around. Spotting a black tom and instructing him to come forward, Blackstar yowled,

“I say these words before the spirit of Russetfur, so that she may hear and approve my choice. Smokefoot is the new deputy of ShadowClan!” The black tom bowed.

“I will serve you to the best I can,” he said, and then bounded back into battle. Blackstar whirled around, soon spotting Leopardstar. He crept up on the RiverClan leader, and snarled in her ear.

“Blackstar, you rotted piece of carrion!” she growled, attempting to attack him. Blackstar dodged, however, and sliced through her underbelly with one clean stroke, her blood gushing out of her stomach.

“C-c-c-carrion…” she whispered, her eyes glazing over. Her body convulses once, and then was still. Something heavy landed on Blackstar’s back, and the leader launched it off, recognizing Ashfoot, the deputy of WindClan. The gray shecat snarled and bit his left ear, tearing it down to his skull. Blackstar kicked Ashfoot in the belly, sending her flying across the battlefield, where other cats began attacking her.

“Your deputy killed my kit,” said a cold voice. Blackstar slowly turned to face Birchfall.

“A bit cold for your personality, eh, Birchfall?” Blackstar said.

“She killed my kit!” Birchfall snarled.

“And as I recall, your mate killed her. I suppose we’re even,” Blackstar mused. Birchfall snarled once more.

“We won’t be even until I’ve stripped you of every last life you have, and send you to the Dark Forest,” Birchfall growled, his eyes filling with a red haze. He felt extreme hatred towards the ShadowClan leader, and snarled.

“Death,” Birchfall said simply, slashing through Blackstar’s chest and ripping out his pulsing heart. Birchfall slashed Blackstar’s body, blood soaking the dusty floor of the ThunderClan camp. Birchfall turned, seeing Ratscar and his apprentice, Shrewpaw, headed towards him. Birchfall’s mind was still craving blood to be spilt, and these two cats were of ShadowClan.

Shrewpaw attacked first, her fangs lodging themselves into Birchfall’s shoulder. Birchfall slung the apprentice away, and leaped towards Ratscar. The ShadowClan warrior slashed at Birchfall’s face, leaving a huge gash. Shrewpaw recovered quickly and tore Birchfall’s right ear. Birchfall sank his teeth into the apprentice’s neck and killed her quickly, tossing her body to the side. Ratscar was furious.

“That was my apprentice!” he yowled, and lunged towards Birchfall’s throat, ripping his throat out with his fangs. Blood splashed everywhere, and Birchfall’s eyes rolled back in his head. Ratscar ignored the body of the fallen ThunderClan cat and attacked the next cat in sight: Reedwhisker. The black tom hissed and clawed at Ratscar’s eyes, slashing through his left eye. Ratscar yowled in pain and Reedwhisker hissed in victory. Blood spattered from Ratscar’s eye onto Reedwhisker’s pelt, giving the black tom red-brown specks. Reedwhisker scored his claws down Ratscar’s scar on his back, and Reedwhisker left the ShadowClan warrior writing in pain on the ground.

“Hello, Reedwhisker,” growled Breezepelt. The two toms snarled and attacked each other, yet the two toms were evenly matched and both fell from wounds on their throats, blood soaking the ground where they fell.

“My son!” Mistyfoot yowled as she grappled with Crowfeather. “Your son killed my son!”

“As did yours!” Crowfeather hissed in rage. Mistyfoot slashed Crowfeather’s side wide open, allowing the blood to spill across her pelt.

“Rotten piece of crowfood,” he spat as his vision clouded. Mistyfoot finished the job with a swift bite to his neck, breaking it instantly. Nightcloud screeched with rage, leaping on Mistyfoot’s back. Mistyfoot yowled in shock, but it was cut short as Nightcloud snapped Mistyfoot’s spine. Screeches echoed around Nightcloud as she waded through a pool of blood. So many cats were already dead, but there was one she was searching for in particular.

“Where are you, Leafpool?” she asked herself, scanning the camp for the medicine cat. A dark brown shekit tumbled out of the nursery and Nightcloud instantly killed her.

“Briarkit!” Millie wailed as she saw the body of her kit. However, Nightcloud had already left the scene in search of her enemy. Then, she spotted her. Leafpool was tending to Brambleclaw’s wounds, right near the medicine cat den. Nightcloud sprang toward the wounded deputy and killed him with a swift bite to the neck before turning to face Leafpool.

“Hello, Leafpool,” Nightcloud said murderously. The ThunderClan medicine cat backed away, slightly frightened.

“Nightcloud, please don’t…” Leafpool pleaded.

“Too late,” Nightcloud snarled, slashing through Leafpool’s throat. Whirling around, Nightcloud assessed the damage. Dead bodies littered the ground, but many cats were still fighting. Nightcloud snarled and ran towards Lionblaze, knocking him over. He snarled and slashed at Nightcloud’s face. She recoiled in pain, and he took advantage of that by ripping out her throat. Blood gushed over him, and he enjoyed the cooling sensation that the liquid gave his pelt. She padded over to Onestar, who was fighting Graystripe. Lionblaze slashed at Onestar’s shoulder, distracting him from Graystripe. Lionblaze calmly bit into Onestar’s back and severed his spinal cord.

“Lionblaze…” Graystripe began, then became at a loss of words… or life, since Heathertail slashed through his neck. Lionblaze glared at his former love.

My dreams shall finally become true; he thought triumphantly, as he slashed open her throat. She let out a gargling snarl, and Lionblaze sank his claws into her fur, shredding her body into an almost unrecognizable heap. Lionblaze looked around, trying to find a worthy opponent. Suddenly, a black ShadowClan tom rammed into Lionblaze, catching him by surprise. The tom, Smokefoot, snarled and snapped Lionblaze’s neck. The newly named deputy padded over to his next opponent: the great and mighty Firestar. Firestar wasn’t fighting any cat; he was observing the battle from the sidelines. Smokefoot shook his head.

“No wonder ThunderClan cats die so easily. They have a cowardly kittypet for a leader,” Smokefoot taunted as he tensed his muscles for battle. Firestar growled while Smokefoot laughed.

“Prepare to die, kittypet,” he said nonchalantly as he ripped from Firestar’s throat to the middle of his underbelly. Smokefoot padded away, only to be stopped by Jayfeather, whose fur was bristling in hatred. Jayfeather snarled.

“I’m not afraid of a blind cat,” Smokefoot said. Jayfeather was unfazed, and took Smokefoot by surprise, slashing his side open. The medicine cat apprentice stepped back, only to run into Tornear of WindClan. The WindClan warrior killed Jayfeather easily, and was soon attacked by Foxpaw and Icepaw, who took him down.

The two apprentices panted in exasperation, and their ears folded back as they heard a piercing wail come from the nursery. They rushed over there, only to find all three queens and their kits dead.

“How could this have happened?” Icepaw asked her brother, who shook his head.

“I don’t know Icepaw. I don’t fell that this will end well, though,” her brother replied.

A small brown ShadowClan tom snarled and padded up to the apprentices.

“Ah, ThunderClan crowfood,” he snarled, ripping through Foxpaw’s face.

“Foxpaw!” Icepaw yelled, horrified. Her brother got to his paws and bit the ShadowClan warrior’s ear. Oakfur, the ShadowClan tom, hissed and moved closer to Icepaw. The shecat shrank back, fearful of the warrior. He grinned, revealing large fangs. He grabbed the shecat by the scruff, but Foxpaw ran into the warrior’s head, knocking her out of his grasp. Oakfur, filling with anger, bit through Foxpaw’s neck. The warrior then turned to Icepaw. He pushed her down and placed one paw on her neck.

“Don’t hurt my daughter!” Ferncloud yowled angrily, killing Oakfur before he could make another move. She pushed the tom’s body to the side.

“Are you alright, Icepaw?” she asked worriedly, checking her daughter. “Did he hurt you?”

“No…” Icepaw said, a bit confused.

“Oh, thank StarClan,” Ferncloud sighed. “Where’s Foxpaw?”

“Oakfur killed him,” Icepaw whispered. Ferncloud dipped her head, allowing a single tear to fall from her eyes, mourning for her lost son.

“Many cats have died, dear, and I don’t think we’re going to survive. I love you,” Ferncloud murmured. Icepaw pressed her muzzle against her mother’s fur. Few cats were left on the battlefield. Icepaw threw herself with fury at Tigerpaw, who was Oakfur’s apprentice. The two apprentices were evenly matched, and both fell gasping to the ground, letting blood ooze out of their wounds and death overcome them.

Rainstorm of RiverClan and Ivytail of ShadowClan attacked each other, slashing at every spot of fur they could reach. Rainstorm’s claws snagged on the fur of her tail, and Ivytail used this as an opportunity to rip his ear to shreds. Rainstorm yowled with fury and raked his claws down the front of her face. She snarled as slashed his cheek. Rainstorm slid on the slippery pool of blood, and fell down. He jumped up just before she could deliver a death bite. Her splashed blood in her eyes and clawed at her flank. Rainstorm clawed both her eyes, but her jaws managed to lock around his neck. Somehow, his claws slashed her belly at the same time, leaving both to fall and succumb to the claws of death.

Cinderheart faced the last remaining cat on the battlefield of ThunderClan’s camp: Duskfur of RiverClan. The pair snarled and attacked each other, clawing at shoulders, sides, and legs. Cinderheart slashed at Duskfur’s side while Duskfur ripped Cinderheart’s ear. Both shecat had blood spilling from many wounds, and Cinderheart believed she would win. Duskfur growled half-heartedly, and Cinderheart slashed at her cheek. Cinderheart felt herself growing weaker, as did Duskfur.

StarClan, help, both shecats thought, even though they knew the battle was almost over. Cinderheart and Duskfur locked gazes and both nodded. They each slashed at the other’s sides and Cinderheart felt less pain than Duskfur. However, the two shecats fell simultaneously, and neither got up. The two last cats of the four Clans: ThunderClan, ShadowClan, WindClan, and RiverClan, were dead. The Clans were no more.

The battlefield was strewn with mangled bodies, soaked in blood. Blood coated the entire area and matted the fur of every cat’s body. Every cat had been brought to the battle, including kits of no more than a few sunrises old, and elders who could barely walk. No life remained in the camp, where earlier that day, cats were sharing tongues, eating prey, caring for young, and ordering patrols. All that was left was a lifeless area, a forever resting place. This silent grave would stand for eternity, bloodstains would remain, and skeletons would litter the stone. This was a final resting place of the Clans, and this is where they would remain forever.