So, this is a warriors fan-fiction off of my Warriors OC Jet. She’s a JET black she-cat with very slightly lighter markings. Oh. And she’s evil. Also, if there are mis-spellings or
bad grammar, I’m sorry. I’m lazy. So, here goes… Let me know what you think!!!

~Chapter One~

Jetkit looked up with annoyance as her sister mewed at her. “Get up!” She hissed. Jetkit rolled her eyes and got slowly to her paws. “Whaddya want Brightkit…” She muttered. Brightkit responded with the same annoyed and sassy look as usual. “Wake up. Dad wants you.” She snarled, batting Jetkit’s face. Jetkit ducked, swatting her back. Brightkit looked at her as if she could not believe she had just done that. “I’M TELLING DAD!” She yowled, storming out of the den. Jetkit curled her lip. Go ahead. Run to Daddy. He’ll make it all better. She let out a hiss, gave her pelt a quick lick, then stalked out of the den.

Outside, she saw Brightkit next to her brother Flashkit and their “dear” father Silentfall. “What did you do to your sister?” Silentfall hissed to Jetkit. “Tried to scratch her.” Jetkit replied, unfazed. She flattened her ears as her father’s claws swiped across her face. She could feel blood running down her muzzle and the scratch stung, but she kept a straight face and met her father’s gaze. She was not hurt or upset that Silentfall had attacked her, nor was she surprised. It was typical of the ShadowClan deputy to hurt her when she did something wrong. But then again, “wrong” could be anything he didn’t like. “Don’t do that again.” He snarled. “Got it?” Jetkit shrugged. “Alright.” There were so many rules already, it was a surprise that there were any left to restrict her from. Brightkit smirked at Jetkit, who ignored her. She tried to do this most of the time, if she could. Silentfall bared his teeth at her, then stalked away, tail curled protectively around his favourite kits.

Jetkit watched them go with a blank expression, then slunk back into the nursery. To Jetkit’s surprise, her mother lay there, chatting to another queen, Distantcry. Jetkit looked at Nightsplash for a moment, then attempted to hurry back out of the nursery so her mother wouldn’t notice her, but it was too late. “Jetkit?” Meowed Nightsplash to her daughter. “What’s going on? Is something wrong?” Jetkit stopped. “Uh, no, not at all! Um…” She made to pad out of the nursery, but she found teeth digging into her scruff and saw black fur behind her.

Nightsplash set her down and looked at Jetkit. “Great StarClan, what happened?!” She exclaimed. “Who did this to you?!” YOUR OWN MATE! Jetkit yowled silently, but said, “Huh? Um, must’ve just gotten scratched by the brambles…” Jetkit knew if she told her mother the truth, she would never believe her. And even if she did believe Jetkit, Silentfall would find out and, well, probably kill her. His own daughter. It wouldn’t be surprising, anyway. Jetkit jerked away from her mother. “I’m fine.” She mewed gruffly. Nightsplash gave her a worried look. “Go see the medicine cat. Please!” She mewed, leaning forward to lick between her daughter’s ears. “Fine.” Jetkit muttered and scampered out of the nursery and into the medicine den.

Hollyshriek, the medicine cat, looked up from organizing her herb stores when Jetkit pattered in. She looked at Jetkit and shook her head. “Who was it this time?” She asked. “Silentfall again.” Jetkit murmured. Hollyshriek was the only kind cat who knew her situation and what happened to her when nobody was looking. “Again? What did he think you did this time?” She mewed, turning to grab some herbs for Jetkit’s scratch. “Brightkit woke me and tried to scratch me,” Jetkit mewed. “And I dodged and pawed her back. I missed, but she told Dad anyway.” She said blankly as the medicine cat pressed cobwebs against her face. Jetkit flattened her ears. “Do you have to do that?” She mumbled. Hollyshriek pressed them harder, then took them off, pressing a poultice of marigold on her scratch instead. “Yes.” She responded, focused on Jetkit’s wound instead of Jetkit herself. She sighed and sat there, letting the cat press a variety of different herbs on her face until finally the medicine cat mewed, “Okay. You can go now.” Jetkit thanked the light grey she cat and padded into camp.

The sun felt warm against her back, filling her with hope and warmth. She glanced around the clearing. Jetkit’s eyes stopped on the bright orange cat talking to two kits, one bright yellow, and one orange just like his father. She flattened her ears as she glared at her littermates listening intently at what Silentfall was meowing about. Jetkit turned away and slunk across the camp, bored.

There lay Dewsky and Ferretwhisker, two toms, one with a grey pelt and black-and-white stripes, the other with a white pelt and brown-and-cream spots. “Oh, Jetkit. Hello!” Mewed Dewsky, his yellow gaze turning to the kit. Ferretwhisker looked over at Jetkit and he nodded to her. “Hey.” Jetkit mumbled, sitting down next to them. “Is something wrong?” Ferretwhisker asked. “Hm? Oh, no. Not at all…” She said absent-mindedly.

Dewsky glanced his mate. “Okay… Would you like to hear a story?” He meowed to Jetkit. “Sure.” Jetkit mewed, looking back at the elders. Dewsky smiled and glanced at his mate. “Do you have any suggestions?” He asked Ferretwhisker. Ferretwhisker thought for a moment, then meowed, “How about when you snuck out of camp with Nightkit? The look on your mother’s face…” He grinned. Dewsky nodded. “I remember… Milknight was so upset…” He laughed.

“Alright. So, when I was a kit, believe it or not, I was quite energetic…” Dewsky’s eyes flashed with memory. “I was bored, so I asked my mother if she would play with me. She told me to go play with Nightkit and Ferretwhis– kit. So I went over, and Nightkit jumped up just out of camp, right above us, actually.” He mewed, flicking his tail to where the camp wall was and sloped up into the forest. “Anyway, she got up there, and started jumping off. She would jump up, then jump off. Up, off. Up, off.” Dewsky purred, his tail curling up in amusement. “I can kinda see why you thought we were crazy, Ferretwhisker… I decided I wanted to try, so I tried. Then when I jumped up, I had an idea. Why not sneak out of camp from here? So I did. I just bounded straight out and ran around the outline of the camp.

That was my first time out of camp, and it felt great. I ran a few laps around the camp, then saw Ferretwhisker running behind me. I stopped and he padded up to me. I swear, his face was red as a deathberry.” Ferretwhisker cuffed Dewsky around the ear. “I was not!” He meowed. Dewsky nodded. “Uh-huh, anyway–” Ferretwhisker nudged him. “I’ll take over.” He said briskly, then continued the story.

“I told him that he should get back into camp, his mother would be getting worried soon.” “And so naturally, I ignored him.” Dewsky interrupted. “Yeah. He ignored me. Anyway, he ignored me and after two more laps, he stopped and we padded back into camp. We were chatting when we came back in, when Milknight came up. And let me tell you, she looked furious. She yelled at Dewkit, and Dewkit’s response was–” “Huh? What? Uhh I didn’t sneak out of camp at allllll I was here the whole time…” Dewsky said in a kit voice. Jetkit let out a mrrrow of amusement. Dewsky took over again.

“She then confined me to the nursery until I was able to ‘admit what I had done’ or whatever… Ferretkit was on the rock next to the nursery, so I poked my head through the leaves and whispered to him, ‘Milknight was so mad!'” Ferretwhisker mewed in a kit voice, “I told you you shouldn’t have snuck out…” Dewsky mewed again, “‘No, it was funny!’ then Milknight saw me and padded up. ‘What are you doing out of the nursery?’ ‘Uhhhhh–‘ I backed back into the nursery–” Ferretwhisker interrupted his friend.

“Alright, stop, nobody cares what happened after that. Let the poor kit leave.” Jetkit smiled as Dewsky looked at her. “Oh, alright… Sorry, I just got into it, that was so much fun…” He trailed off, staring at a spot near the apprentice’s den. Ferretwhisker layed his tail on Dewsky’s back. “It’s alright… She watches over us from StarClan…” He murmured, glancing at Jetkit, signaling for her to leave.

Jetkit obeyed and trotted off, but she sat down not for from where the elders were and strained her ears. “I just wish she could’ve lived a longer life… It’s not fair we got to live so long…” Dewsky was humming. “I know… I know…” Ferretwhisker murmured. “You had a thing for her, didn’t you?” He asked. Dewsky sighed. “Yes… But it’s alright, I have you now.” He leaned against Ferretwhisker, and Ferretwhisker leaned back. Jetkit looked away from the two cats and pattered around the clearing. “Hey, Jetkit!” She pricked her ears at the sound of her name. Behind her, Redkit was padding up to her. “Oh, hi Redkit.” She muttered. The reddish-brown tomkit bounded over. “How’s it going?” He mewed. “Fine.” Jetkit responded, reluctantly sitting down. “Great! What were Ferretwhisker and Dewsky talking to you about?” “Hm? Oh, nothing. Just telling me a story about when they were kits…” Jetkit yawned, looking for an excuse to leave.

“Let all cats old enough to lurk in the shadows gather beneath the Clanrock for a Clan meeting!” Jetkit looked up in relief as Honeystar yowled. She bounded off, looking up at her leader. “Today is a very special day, where I get to perform one of my favourite tasks. The making of news apprentices!

Nightsplash’s kits have reached the age of six moons and are ready to become apprentices.” She called, looking down at Jetkit’s littermates.”Brightkit! Step forward. From this moment on, until you have received your Warrior name, your name will be Brightpaw. Cloverdusk! You are a fast and hard-working cat, and I trust you will pass all you know onto this apprentice.” Cloverdusk dipped her head and padded over to touch noses with Brightpaw. “Flashkit! Step forward.”

Jetkit watched as her brother stepped forward and looked up, his eyes shining. “From this moment on, until you have received your Warrior name, you will be known as Flashpaw.” Honeystar’s amber gaze swept across the clearing. “Willowpelt! You are a kind and loyal cat, and I trust that you will pass all you know onto this apprentice.” Willowpelt dipped her head and touched noses with Flahspaw. “And finally, Jetkit! Step forward.”

Jetkit stepped forward, her expression blank. She did not care that she was becoming an apprentice, or that her pelt was ungroomed. She just stepped forward, and waited for Honeystar to call out a name. “From this moment on, until you have received your Warrior name, you will be known as Jetpaw. Bonemask! You are a strong and ambitious cat, and I trust that you will pass all you know onto this apprentice.” Bonemask nodded, and padded over to Jetpaw, touching his nose with hers.

It felt cold as ice. Bonemask was not a particularly kind or patient cat, but he could fight, and was a good Warrior. Jetpaw felt happy with her mentor, and when Honeystar dismissed the clan, he did not say anything, just nodded brusquely to her and stalked off to the warrior’s den. Jetpaw trotted into the apprentice’s den and curled up in an empty nest and slept.

Four moons later

Jetpaw was jerked awake by her brother. “C’mon, it’s time to train.” Flashpaw meowed quietly, then stalked out of the den. Jetpaw sighed and got up, silently padding out of the den. The sun warmed her pelt, and she spotted Bonemask. She trotted over to him. “Hey.” She muttered to him. “Hi. Hunting today. Alright?” He meowed. Jetpaw shrugged. “Okay.” And with that, they padded out of camp.

It was boring. Jetpaw already knew where everything was, and had to pretend to be exited until finally she mewed, “I think I know where the rest is. Can we battle train?” Bonemask looked at her in surprise. “Alright. Let’s go.” Jetpaw followed the black and cream tom to the training hollow. “Okay, so as you won’t be fighting any time soon yet, I think it would be best to learn defense first–” Jetpaw cut him off. “Why can’t we learn offense? I can defend myself fine.” She curled her lip. Bonemask narrowed his eyes. “Who’s the mentor here? You should learn to listen to your superiors, I think.” Bonemask snarled. “Hope you don’t mean yourself.” Jetpaw retorted. Bonemask glared at her, his amber eyes burned into her pelt, but she stared back, her amber and blue staring into his. Bonemask bared his teeth. “We learn defense.” He growled.

Jetpaw curled her lip in a sneer. “Let’s see how well you defend yourself against me.” She snarled, unsheathing her claws. Bonemask rolled his eyes. “You’re hardly even apprentice age! I’m about the best fighter in the clan, and you think you can fight me?” He hissed, unsheathing his claws too. Jetpaw only smiled and waited for Bonemask to attack. He showed no signs of leaping, but then, without warning, he gave a great roar and began sprinting toward Jetpaw, who dashed away toward the RiverClan border.

Bonemask ran like the wind, but Jetpaw was smaller and swifter. She dashed under pine trees and Holly bushes onto WindClan territory until she saw the ravine in front of her. She grinned and leapt into a gorse bush, still as stone. She watched as Bonemask looked around for her, ears pricked. Jetpaw crept forward, making no sound, and emerged from the bush, downwind from her mentor. She backed up a bit, flattened her ears, and ran for him at top speed. She bowled into him with such force, he stumbled to the edge of the ravine, and fell over, down to the swirling water down below. Jetpaw watched as he yowled for help, savoring every moment. “WHAT DID I DO–” His yowl stopped as his head went under. “TO YOU?!”

Bonemask clawed desperately at the waves, his shrieks getting weaker each time his head went under. Jetpaw stared coldly at the tom, a small smile building up– but then it stopped. It seemed she snapped back to reality. She continued to stare at Bonemask, but this time her eyes getting wider. “No, no no no no no,” She murmured, shaking her head in disbelief. “I’M COMING!” She yowled, beginning to slip carefully down the slick walls of the ravine, but then she realized– Bonemask’s yowls had died away, leaving no sound but the bubbling of water.

“Oh StarClan… Oh StarClan… What have I done…” “You killed your own mentor.” Came an even and malevolent voice. Jetpaw flattened her ears. “Get outta here, Silentfall.” She growled to her father. “Why should I? I could tear you to peices.” Silentfall growled. Jetpaw snorted. “Oh really? Did you see what I just did?” She stared into the swirling water where the streaks of bright red blood were beginning to fade away. What had she done…? “Come. I would kill you right now, but it is not my job to do so. We will let the leader settle this.” Came Silentfall’s cold voice. Jetpaw turned around and followed him back to camp, staring anywhere but him or the camp.

When they arrived, the clearing was peaceful. Honeystar pricked her ears and turned to them, her pelt smoother as she padded over. “Where’s Bonemask?” She asked me looking at Jetpaw, who would still not look at anyone. “Dead.” Responded Silentfall blankly. “Jetpaw killed him.” Jetpaw did not dare look at her leader, but she could sense Honeystar’s pelt beginning to bristle. “She what?” Jetpaw could feel her leader’s gaze burning into her pelt. “Is this true?!” Honeystar yowled. Jetpaw flattened her ears. “Is it true?” Honeystar repeated. Jetpaw nodded slowly, her tail down, but fur flat. “How did you kill him?!” She snarled.

Silentfall began to speak. “They were hunting and–” “I did not ask you to answer I think this is Jetpaw’s question.” Honeystar hissed. “Jetpaw, look at me, and tell me, did you kill Bonemask? What did you do?” She mewed, her voice calm. Jetpaw looked up reluctantly. “I killed Bonemask.” She mewed evenly. “I don’t know what exactly happened… Something… Took over me… I snarled at him and lead him to the ravine… And knocked him over.” She said, her voice quivering. “You say something… ‘Took over’ you? How?” Honeystar asked. “It was like… I don’t know… I… Didn’t know I was doing what I was doing… Like something was…” Jetpaw trailed off, looking away. “Possessing me.”

Honeystar’s eyes were set, although Jetpaw could tell she was thinking when she looked up at her leader. “I will… Consider it. Until I decide what to do, you will keep this to yourself. Okay?” Honeystar stared at Jetpaw. “Okay.” Jetpaw murmured quietly and padded to the apprentice’s den, her head low.

She waited, and waited, and waited. Not falling asleep. She had her ears pricked and was bracing herself for being called out. She knew that most of the warriors, apprentice’s, and, probably mostly everybody would hate her for killing Bonemask, but she didn’t really care. She sat patiently until she heard Honeystar’s yowl ring across the clearing. “Let all cats old enough to lurk in the shadows gather beneath the clan-rock for a clan meeting!” Jetpaw got up, shook herself and slunk outside, ears flattened and tail low as she gathered around her Clanmates.

Honeystar took a deep breath. “I regret to tell you all that… Bonemask has been killed.” She said, a quiver in her voice. An outbreak began immediately. Cats were yowling in fury, some in greif, and some just in shock. “Who killed him?!” Came a yowl from Poisonpaw. “You said he was killed!” Voiced Strikepaw. Honeystar flattened her ears, as Jetpaw had already been doing. “Quiet! I can answer everything if you shut up!” Honeystar hissed. The yowls faded as everybody looked at Honeystar, who took another deep breath. “Bonemask has been killed by…” She looked at Jetpaw apologetically. “…Jetpaw.” The clan was silent as they all turned their heads to look at Jetpaw, who busied herself in pretending to become very interested in a pebble on the dusty ground.

Nobody spoke as they stared at Jetpaw in disbelief. “You did not…” Said Flashpaw, staring at her. Jetpaw didn’t answer, just continued to stare at the pebble. “Murderer! You killed your own mentor!” Somebody snarled. “You need to be killed too!” The yowls began again, but this time directed towards her. “You should be exiled! Sent to a place far, far away from here so no Clan has to deal with a waste of space!” Yowled Brightpaw. Jetpaw flattened her ears against the caterwauls until Honeystar yowled again, “SILENCE! There is no need to start to hate Jetpaw for this.

Who here knows what she did to kill him?! Who here knows if it was an accident or not?!” The Clan’s yowls red down again as they considered this. “What did you do, Jetpaw?” Came a voice. Jetpaw finally looked up, realizing the cat who had spoken was Hazelpool, a fierce orange spotted she cat.

Jetpaw kept her voice steady as she spoke. “Me and Bonemask started… An argument… We snarled at each other, and Bonemask finally started chasing me. I somehow managed to outrun him, and jumped into a gorse bush. Then I snuck up behind him and pushed him off the ravine…” She swallowed hard as the cats absorbed this.

Nobody spoke until Honeystar said; “She said something ‘took over’ her… Therefore, Jetpaw is innocent until proven guilty. If anybody sees her doing something… Odd, please report it to me.” She meowed. “But, as Bonemask has died, it seems that Jetpaw is in need of a new mentor.” Honeystar scanned the clearing. “Cobblestorm! You are a strong and loyal cat, and I trust that you will pass all you know onto this apprentice. Clan dismissed.”

The cats got up, and a few headed straight for Jetpaw. “You actually killed him?!” Hissed Embermoon. “You’re a Fox-heart!” She snarled, and stalked away. Brightpaw strided up to her, claws unsheathed. She stopped in front of her sister, then swiped her unsheathed claws at Jetpaw’s face. Jetpaw was ready for it, so she ducked and swiped her back, barely managing not to leap on her sister and sink her claws into her pelt. Jetpaw spun around and stalked toward the apprentice’s den, irritated and uncertain.

She lay down in an empty nest, rested her nose on her paws, and closed her eyes.