Every Story has a Twist

This is a Fanfic By Streampaw

Prologue
“Can you believe it?” “I can’t believe she’d do such a thing!” “Three cats! if that murderer stays in Thunderclan any longer, we’ll drive her out for them.” It was that night. The night of the gathering. Tonight was my last chance. My last chance to leave, before I would be murdered. Well, not murdered. But punished. Punished for something I never did. I don’t blame them for choosing me. Every time, the cat who appeared- me. If I’d seen the last moment, I’d have chosen me. The first time, it wasn’t so bad. The first time they still saw me as one of the innocent. When Sedgedawn was murdered, there were a lot of cats around. Same with the second. It was the third that had done it. Rooktalon had seen me, seen me standing over Lilydusk’s body, with blood on my paws. Over the body of the Clan leader’s mate. But he didn’t know where the blood on my paws was from. He didn’t know what had happened with the dark brown tom, like with the previous two. He didn’t know that he had sat on top of me, blocking me from view. He didn’t know that I was the one who was attacked. That I was the one who had bled out half her life on the floor. Except LIlydawn had bled out all. Naturally, when we got back, my mother immediately blamed me. So much for motherly love. That’s where half my scars come from. The rest are from Mapleshade. “She did it!” those were her exact words. “No other cat would have a murderer’s heart!” Really? I wouldn’t put it past her to murder me if she got the chance. She never liked me. Not even before she convinced herself that I had murdered my littermates and crippled Dusklight. And she did have a chance. Tonight. Mapleshade always told me never to go soft on my shorter paw. Thanks to her no one notices. And thanks to her I get sliced open every night. Not that I’m complaining. “It’s a small payment,” she had said, “For what you’ve learnt with me.” True. She had taught me more than my own mentor. All he did was reteach me how to hunt, which I had known since I was four moons old. But that doesn’t stop me from disliking her. Don’t get me wrong. Mapleshade is an amazing teacher, if you call it teaching. And she is the reason I’m still alive. I don’t hate her. But every time my mother Suncloud looks at my cuts and scratches from that nights training, there’s this look of hunger and strange satisfaction, as though she wishes she were the one tearing me up. I don’t complain. I deserve it. I’m always too soft, that’s what Mapleshade always tells me. She says suffering will make me a true warrior, stronger than ever before. And that includes not telling anyone that I didn’t do it. That I was innocent of those crimes. And last might, she told me tonight would be my last chance to escape. That Birchstar was going to tell the clans. About me. And that I had to slip away. very, very soon. “cats of the clans!” that was Shadowclan’s leader, Crowstar. Time was running out. [scenebreak] My heart was still pounding. The run from the island had taken much longer than I had thought. Naturally, no one noticed. Of course not. They didn’t even want to look at me. Now, I was far, far away. It was almost dawn now, I was in unfamiliar territory, and certain that someone was watching me. Someone that wasn’t Mapleshade.

Chapter 1
flower’s POV(not the same as the prologue. I’ll leave it to you guys to decide who she is)

I stood guard outside. As usual. What is the use of being a guard if all you do is stand round doing nothing? I thought. Of course, Guards did have much better jobs. Not me. Why? It’s because I’m a she-cat. Guards are the strongest survivors of their circle, apart from the leader and their successor. Usually there’s three. Sometimes there’s only two. They must never have been one of the perishers, one of those likely to die. Oh, and they must be toms. But of course, there are exceptions. Take Aloe for an example. When she was a survivor- one of the topmost ones- she ate a poisoned rabbit. She never told anyone, until the leader Ringo found out and lowered her to a perisher. But even without a healer she pulled through. She survived. She was made the first she-cat guard. She died many moons ago. She is a legend. In the Syndicate we don’t have healers. Here, only the strong survive. I am one of them. That’s why my sister Moon left. She was too soft. Too pretty. She couldn’t stand life here. I could. I knew they wanted to laugh at me. They said I was just as pretty as Moon. That I would be just as useless. But I know it’s not just because of that. It’s my name. My stupid, stupid name. You want to know? It’s Flower. The most stupid name ever. Oh sure, it’s pretty. But here prettiness gets you nowhere. Swift always told me that some day I won’t be known for prettiness. She says I’m not as useless as Moon. I never told her that I didn’t think Moon was useless. Swift is my mentor. She’s dead, but she came back for revenge. And I’m going to be part of it. No one else apart from us know that she’s back. I had a second mentor. His name was Nightshade. He barely taught me anything. I knew the ways of the Syndicate from my friends. I knew how to hunt before I joined. As for fighting… He was useless at it. To Swift at least. I became the second Aloe. One night in training Swift had cut me open too far. I was sent down to a perisher by Scorpion, the leader. But Like Aloe I survived. And I became the second she-cat guard. And now as a guard of the fourth circle, I watched the other two guards bring back the new prisoner. Not prisoner, I reminded myself. New member. A new member was coming to the fourth circle. She was dark gray. Not dark enough to be black, but still lighter than silver. Her eyes were a luminous green. And there were scars- scars like mine. Scars that came from brutal training, from millions of failures, from hatred, and from neglection. But most of all- they were from survival.