Warriors after the experiments

Defend your Clan, even with your life. You may have friendships with cats from other Clans, but your loyalty must remain to your Clan, as one day you may meet them in battle.
Do not hunt or trespass on another Clan's territory.
Elders, queens, and kits must be fed before apprentices and warriors. Unless they have permission, apprentices may not eat until they have hunted to feed the elders. If any warrior or apprentice is sick or injured, they may eat while the elders, queens, and kits are eating.
Prey is killed only to be eaten. Give thanks to StarClan for its life.
A kit must be at least six moons old to become an apprentice.
Newly appointed warriors will keep a silent vigil for one night after receiving their warrior name.
A cat cannot be made deputy without having mentored at least one apprentice.
The deputy will become Clan leader when the leader dies, retires or is exiled.
After the death or retirement of the deputy, the new deputy must be chosen before moonhigh.
A Gathering of all four Clans is held at the full moon during a truce that lasts for the night. There shall be no fighting among Clans at this time.
Boundaries must be checked and marked daily. Challenge all trespassing cats.
No warrior can neglect a kit in pain or danger, even if the kit is from a different Clan.
The word of the Clan Leader is the warrior code.
An honorable warrior does not need to kill other cats to win his/her battles, unless they are outside the warrior code or if it is necessary for self-defense.
A warrior rejects the soft life of a kittypet.
Exceptions
Cats on their way to the Moonstone or Moonpool are allowed to cross other Clans' territories to get to their destination - WindClan grounds on the moorland and ThunderClan grounds by the lake, in the forest.[5]
At the lake, cats may travel on other Clans' grounds as long as they are within two fox-lengths of the lake; for instance, to go to a Gathering.[6]
Cats may travel on other Clan territories if they have something to report or ask for help.[7]
The code is flexible about leadership challenges. Cats may challenge a weak or cruel leader if their Clan is in danger, and if their leadership threatens the Clan, the code expects a warrior to challenge their leader.

Kit:  The baby's the don't have very good control of there power's so they are watched more carefully and are nest near water or rocks (If you wan to know why ask your elder) "Kit at end of name"
Queen: The mothers of kit's
Apprentices:  The kit's that have reached 6 moons "Paw at end of name"
Warriors: Trained to fight and have master control of there powers
Elders:  Retired Warriors
Medicine Cat:  Heals there clan mates wither herbs and if they have it thee healing powers. Can talk to starclan and interpret signs the only thing that has higher authority then leader.
Leader: Named "star" at the end of there names they have 9 lives and they have two powers the second is unlocked by starclan and it's of there choice. Highest rank of a warrior
Deputy: The second highest rank for a warrior he's the most trusted and respected cat in his clan. he assigns patrols and other tasks to warrior's and apprentice's.

Nightpaw! Nightpaw! the Clan erupted in cheer, and the newly named Nightpaw sat proudly in front of him mentor and beside his brother. He had been named for the streak of black fur running down his back as if the night sky was resting within him, and it was a stark reflection from the muddy fur that clung to the rest of his body. His brother, now named Muddypaw, was a darker shade of brown, but they shared vivid green eyes, inherited from their father. As the cheering faded away and the Leader's words echoed the archaic declaration of their mentors, he stood and greeted his new mentor, Mysticstorm. Giving the large she-cat a respectful lick to the shoulder, he shot his brother an excited glance and the two couldn't stop grinning as they backed away from their respective mentors and became swarmed by the rest of the Clan.

The first to greet Nightpaw was, of course, his mother, still obsessing over a stray clump of fur that wouldn't stand still against his body. As he groaned, trying to escape the Queen's rapid tongue, Mysticstorm gave the other she-cat a respectful nod and drew him away from his mother with her tail. "Well," the older Warrior said with a smile, "I'm glad to have gotten another Apprentice. Before we get too far into things, I should warn you that the territories are dangerous. You don't know what sort of powers the other cats around you may have, nor do you know if they plan on being hostile. Even small border skirmishes can be fatal if you're too foolish. I happen to have the ability to blend into surroundings better than my Clanmates can muster on their own skill alone. So that I may be comfortable knowing that you will be able to fend for yourself, what ability do you have? What shall I train?"

Nightpaw's gaze turned downcast and a cloud of doubt formed in his chest. It was times like this that he always looked to his brother for a shoulder to lean on, but it seemed as if he and his mentor were already gone. "I don't know..." Nightpaw mumbled quietly, digging a paw uncomfortably in the dirt.

"What was that?" Mysticstorm asked, "I didn't quite catch what you said."

"I-I don't know. My brother Muddypaw can see into other cat's hearts, like their emotions and stuff. My parents had abilities, too. In all honesty, they keep saying that it'll come with time and all... but I'm just not sure anymore." His heartbeat quickened. He was going to be a burden to his mentor she didn't want a cat without any powers, he didn't deserve to be her Apprentice...

To Nightpaw's surprise, Mysticstorm gave a wry smile and a reassuring swipe of her tail against his shoulder. "It's never too late to find out what you can do. I'll help you find your strength- trust me on that." her walking pace quickened as they approached the Camp entrance, and after a few nerve-wracking seconds, they were out into the territory beyond camp. Oh how Nightpaw had dreamed of this day, he was an Apprentice now! "Welcome," his Mentor said proudly, sweeping her tail in an arch toward the territory and beyond, "to DarkClan's territory. Now, let's make a Warrior out of you." Grinning toward his mentor, Nightpaw wasted no time in dashing into the beyond. I won't let Mysticstorm down!

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"DarkClan, attack!" a voice behind Nightpaw commanded, and anticipation built up in the Apprentice's head. Muddypaw seemed just as nervous. They both had been in minor border disputes and occasionally driving some loners or rogues away, but neither had ever been in a true battle. As Nightpaw sped toward battle, mind whirring with all of the battle moves he had learned, his claws unsheathed and his eyes met those of an Apprentice from the other Clan. They both greeted the other with a snarl, beginning a circle and trying to size up the other.

As long as I keep a strait face... he won't know that I don't have an ability to use. It must be why he's holding back, he doesn't know what I can do... It seemed as if the other cat was thinking something similar, but he was the more impatient of the two- and seemingly the more skilled. In a blinding blur, the other cat lunged at Nightpaw in what seemed impossible speeds. Before he could react, the pain and stinging of jaws clamped down onto his back, gouging fresh wounds.

As he cried out, Nightpaw suddenly felt a shift within him. The area around him blurred and his eyes watered. It didn't feel as if were from pain, though, and the world changed. Around all of the battling cats was what seemed like hovering pictures and scrawls, almost like ancient runes that he could... understand. They had no meaning, and yet he read them effortlessly. There was one around every cat, reading off what they can do. Their powers, clearly laid out in front of him. The pressure that had been digging into him suddenly hesitated, enough that he could push back and regain his distance between his opponent.

"Your... eyes," the other cat said, trailing off, not knowing what to make of it. My eyes? Nightpaw wondered, I guess if my vision changed, my eyes must have too. His gaze found the rune beside the other Apprentice, telling him that the cat possessed quickened speed. It's still an advantage against me, but at least I know what I'm up against...

Nightpaw fought on. And he fought after that, trained with Mysticstorm, and worked toward becoming the best Warrior in all of the Clan. Life was going great now that he'd awakened his eyes.

"From this day forward, you shall be known as Nightkeeper." The words brought so much pride to Nightkeeper as he sat beside his brother, just as he had when the two became Apprentices. "Nightkeeper, Muddypelt!" the Clan roared in approval. They were finally Warriors!

After the ceremony and celebration concluded, the sky began to darken. As was custom for new Warriors, Nightkeeper and Muddypelt had to stand vigil for the night, keeping watch over the rest of the Clan as they slept. It was cold, so the two pressed close to one another, as they always have since they were kits. "Brings back old memories, doesn't it?" Muddypelt asked with a nostalgic smile, "looks like even as Warriors things don't always change. One day, one of us is going the be Leader and the other is going to be Deputy. Then we'll be able to really lean on each other." Nightkeeper gave Muddypelt a half grin. I can't wait to see that day.

"I think this vigil is supposed to be silent," he said, making Muddypelt spit out an uncontrollable laugh, then gag while he tried to cover the noise. Nightkeeper relaxed, his gaze idly sweeping the empty camp. I can live like this...

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"Nightkeeper, what are we up against!?" Muddypelt asked, his breath was raspy and shallow and blood ran down the side of his cheek. The battle was not looking well, and the two brothers were some of the last cats left that were able to fight before reinforcements could arrive. They were overwhelmed and outnumbered, and many of the more gifted cats of DarkClan had already been beaten and fled.

"G-Give me a moment," Nightkeeper said, scratching the ground nervously as he felt the enemy closing in. He closed his eyes, bringing his ability to the surface and awakening his true eyes. When he opened them, he could see the runes he had grown accustom to, giving away the secrets to the abilities of the cats around him. "It's not looking good, there's-" before Nightkeeper could finish his sentence, a cry of pure fear escaped from Muddypelt's jaws, and Nightkeeper turned toward him in surprise.

"H-How could," Muddypelt said with wide eyes, and fear-scent radiated around him, "h-he intend t-to kill..." Before Nightkeeper could process his brother's words, the darker brown cat suddenly lunged into him and pushed him aside, taking a killing blow in his stead. Watching in horror, Nightkeeper's wide eyes took in the sight of the red puddle building at his feet and a large cat standing over the body. His brother's eyes stared up lifelessly toward him. The rune usually inscribing his power faded away into the world.

"No..." Nightkeeper whispered, shaking slightly. He can't be dead. Wh-Who am I going to lean on now? It was supposed to be me, this can't be! His shaking grew, and his eyesight suddenly blurred. It was as if time stood still and the world was being swallowed by the runes he had become so accustomed to. It spiraled, dragging him down into the depths of nothingness.

Open yourself... don't resist me. I can end it, all of it. All you have to do is let me in. Then everything belongs to you, yours to toy with. Life... in your paws. Something so fragile is yours to end. Yours to control. All you must do... is open your eyes.

It was easy, being swallowed by the darkness. Nightkeeper embraced it, as the words said. It was easy, so much easier than resisting the immense pull of the darkness. What was there to do, anyway? He was dead either way.

A sadistic laugh erupted from Nightkeeper's mouth, and his eyesight tinged with a red glow. His head tilted as he took in the cat that had murdered his brother. Whom had set off the true power of his eyes. His strength had grown, as did his mystic sight.

"Did your little friend die to save you?" the cat sneered, "don't worry, you'll join him soon enough!" Even as he lunged, there was no hope.

"You're nothing but a flea at my pelt. All of you are. Call me a monster, if you will, but I'm as just alive as you are." The cat collided with Nightkeeper, but the eyes he possessed already pointed out his weaknesses, vulnerabilities, and his ability, making him fall as easy prey. With one quick step, Nightkeeper dodged and countered with a merciless swipe to an old wound along the other cat's side, opening up a large wound and spilling the ground with more crimson.

The crazed laughter grew louder as Nightkeeper attacked any cat that came across his path. Some escaped with their lives, others weren't as lucky. As the DarkClan reinforcements finally arrived, it was Mysticstorm who was unfortunate enough to find Nightkeeper first. "What happened here!? How did they... die?" she questioned, although her voice was calm, it was so easy to see the quivering in her eyes. The fear of seeing her old Apprentice covered in red droplets, grinning madly, and standing over the body of a young, lifeless cat. He, too, was wounded and bleeding, but fatigue was of no concern. The poor she-cat hadn't thought to raise her guard.

"They don't matter to me. I'll end... everything."

Nightkeeper lunged, his claws dug into the neck of his old Mentor, who had been foolish enough to believe that the cat that stood in front of her was the same one she had watched grow up and guide. His smile never fading as the light left her eyes. All that mattered was death, erasing everything, no matter what it may be. But, just as his reddened eyes turned toward the noise of battle ahead, the fatigue of his wounds became too much, and he fell into unconsciousness. Darkness reclaimed darkness.

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"Your heart has changed, brother," Muddypelt's words echoed through Nightkeeper's head as he traveled one heavy step at a time. He knew it was nothing more than his imagination, conjuring words that he'd like StarClan to have sent him. The living cat had made the decision to leave his Clan willingly after all he had done. He couldn't save his brother, who could have grown into the greatest leader DarkClan would have ever seen, and he couldn't even stop himself from killing his Mentor, who was the cat that believed in him the most. He didn't deserve to still be standing where he was. "If you leave now, who's shoulder will you find yourself leaning on?" the echo of the StarClan cat's words made him hesitate for one heartbeat, glancing back toward the Camp that he can no longer call home. He pushed the voice away and continued on. Off so he never had to hurt anyone again...

Nightkeeper... always so stubborn. If you close yourself to even StarClan, then what do you have to turn to besides madness?