Here's a little story that I felt like wroting, if you want to osee it span out into a book then I'm cool with that. Just let me know.

DARKFROST AND POPPYKIT
Darkfrost slouched in his nest. He sniffed the air and smelled a storm. He grumbled under his breath and glanced torwards the warriors den. He didnt understand why he couldn't sleep in the warrior den. No one believed his story about when Shellpaw died. Even though that was several moons ago, they still hated him for it. He didn't even kill him. He loved his brother. He watched as the clan woke up and the life started. He watched from his secluded area as the deputy, Fawnshadow stepped out of the warriors den and began organizing patrols. "Look who's up early!" He heard the voice of his litter mate, Branchlight. His friends Beesting and Waspnettle were right behind him. Darkfrost sighed. "Hello you three come to torment me again?", he said trying to control his anger. "Oh brother, we just wanted to say hello! Right boys?", he said with ha sly grin. The two thick headed brothers nodded. Darkfrost sighed louder this time. "Don't you have something better to do, like I don't know protect your clan?", he said gruffly. Branchlight frowned. "Well shouldn't you be cleaning out the elders den and checking them for ticks?", Branchlight said with a huff. "Actually no, Bearstar and Fawnshadow decided it would be safer if I didn't do nothing except sit and watch everything happen.", he said flattening his ears. "So now your confined to your nest hmm, who'd you kill this time?", Branchlight sniffed smugly. This is when Darkfrost snapped. "I didn't kill anyone!", he hissed and pounced on his brother. Although his claws were sheathed he still had a fearsome snarl on his face and a burning fire of rage in his blue eyes. Beesting was running up to Fawnshadow while Wasp nettle yowled, "Darkfrost is trying to kill Branchlight!!", Suddenly several warriors were surrounding Darkfrost including fawnshadow. Her gentle voice was hardened as stone as she stared him down. "Alright Darkfrost, we won't hurt you if you just get off your brother and come with us. Nice and easy, I promise.", she said trying to calm him but only pushing him farther over the edge. He got off his brother but now he unsheathed his claws. "I have been mistreated and blamed for something I didn't do an-", he was cut off by his mother. " Darkfrost, do what they say, please I can't bear to see you like this, just listen to them.", He looked into her sad amber eyes and saw his father's angered ones beyond hers he scowled but sheathed his claws and backed down. He was soon herded past his mother and father. He stopped and looked at him, his blue eyes blazing. "Thank you Darkfrost for not killing my son, he's the only one I have left.", The grey warrior said. Darkfrost his the hurt he felt easily. "I didn't do anything for you, I did it for my mother", He hissed and then kept walking.

Now they had made a den for him. They had dug out an alcove and put a Thorn bush in front of it. He always had a guard to watch him and he sulked constantly. He watched as clan life went on and he took no part in it. Hated and rejected by his clanmates. He was better off a rogue. He listened to his clanmates talk and heard that a new litter of kits had been born, but one of them had been born blind. He pitied the poor kit. The little scrap would most likley be thrown out once it could leave it's mother, as this barabaric excuse for a clan only took the strongest warriors. He yawned and soon fell asleep, thinking of the kit that had been born blind.

A few moons had past and Darkfrost had found out that the kit who was blind, was his nice, his sister Cinderbell had given birth to a litter of 3. Poppykit was the blind one and the least adventurous her littermates, Wolfkit and Swankit were far more adventurous and would go cater whaling through camp pretending one of them was a badger. POPPYKIT just tagged along, doing her best to follow her littermates as they played. Darkfrost always frowned when she was left in the dust of her littermates. One morning the kits were out playing and Fawnshadow was again organizing the patrol, she hadn't assigned a guard however, when she was finished sending out the patrol she came over to Darkfrost And smiled. "Good morning Darkfrost", she said cheerfully. Darkfrost was taken by surprise. "Good morning?", it sounded more like a question to him. "How would you like to get out a stretch your legs a bit?", she asked carefully. Darkfrost shrugged and nodded. Fawnshadow then began to drag the throne bush out of place he squeezed put and grimaced when the thorns scraped his pelt. He stood beside her and relished the sun on his pelt. "Ok so you can walk around but you can't leave camp. Your mother asked me and Bearstar if you could have a chance to get out since you have been so well behaved." , Fawnshadow said  casually.  Darkfrost cringed when she said wellbehaved. He nodded after letting her words sink in. He was about to take a step and head to the nursery to talk to his sister when Fawnshadow stepped in front of him. "Your not allowed near the nursery, elders den, or apprentice den.", she said quietly. Darkfrost opened his.kouth to protest but thought against it, if he argued he'd probably get locked up again. He grumbled and went over to a sunny patch where he could sun himself that was well away from the dens he couldn't go near. He thought the rules were a little pointless, but since the whole clan thought he was a notorious murderer, then he could understand where they were coming from, but he still bristled at the thought. Darkfrost watched the kits play and then noticed that Poppykit was wondering a bit to close to the camp entrance. He looked around to make sure no one was watching and then got up and padded torwards the kit. "Poppykit?"  He meowed. The small kit squeaked and turned in his direction. "Are you the kitten eater, I can't remember the name, Dar... Dark..."  She said in a high pitched voice.  "My name is Darkfrost And I don't eat kittens", he said slightly irriatated. Now cats were calling him the kitten eater. He crouched near her and nudged her away from the entrance. "You can't leave camp, dear, go back to your mother. ", he whispered. The kit stumble a few paces before she thrusted her nose in the air and began sniffing wildly. Darkfrost chickled. "Come here Poppykit, follow my scent and my scent only.", he said as he stood up and began to walk near the nursery. He looked back to make sure the kit was following and she was, she had her face scrunched uo in concentration, but she was following, when they got close enough to the nursery, he stopped and turned around. "Here you go, can you smell your mother now?", he asked. The calico Kutcher nodded. He smiled and patted the kit gently on the head with his tail. "Now run along before you get in trouble", he said and as he turned around he heard the little kit shout in his direction. "Thank you Darkfrost! I don't think your really a kitten eater like they say you are, your too nice!". He purred as he went back to his basking place and stayed there the entire day. Enjoying himself.