A.N.: Hello, everyone Weddings, Wars, and Whatnot will be updated, but for now I'm going to work on this. A idea for the bitch in black fur, Hollyleaf.

For those of you who have read Exile, it's not going to be like that. It's going to be worse, so much worse. Hollyleaf has some pretty twisted ideas.

As always, review, no flames. My computer is really bad at the moment, so I can't guarantee when I'll be able to update again. I'll do it as soon as possible.

Brambleclaw emerged from the tunnel that lead into ThunderClan's camp. The day was overcast, the clouds promising rain later. He shivered as a cold wind cut through his pelt, then stalked off into the undergrowth with out checking to see if the rest of the hunting patrol was following.

Cloudtail, Honeyfern, and Berrynose were quick to follow. It wasn't a pleasant experience to be out in this weather, but the Clan had to be fed.

"Why don't we try over by Sky Oak?" Honeyfern suggested.

The ThunderClan deputy simply nodded and allowed the light brown she-cat to take the lead. There wasn't much conversation as they traveled along, and Brambleclaw was fine with that. It had been three moons since the Gathering where the true parents of Hollyleaf, Lionblaze, and Jayfeather had been revealed.

The only thing that had been more shocking then the fact that Leafpool, their medicine cat, had taken a mate with the WindClan warrior Crowfeather was the fact that Squirrelflight had betrayed him. He would never forgive her for lying to him like that. She could keep all the secrets she wanted if he, her own mate, wasn't trustworthy.

Leafpool had stepped down from her position as medicine cat and was now serving as an ordinary warrior. She wasn't used to fighting or hunting for the Clan, and it was obvious that she was struggling. It would take her awhile before she could measure up to even one the younger warriors.

Arriving at Sky Oak, the patrol split up. Brambleclaw went off alone, still pushing through his thoughts. Berrynose followed Honeyfern, and the pair moved quietly into the bushes. Cloudtail padded slowly over the mossy earth, ears pricked at the scratching sounds coming from the base of another tree. A mouse, unaware of the eminent danger, was nibbling at some seeds. The white warrior crept closer, then tensed his muscles and sprang into tha air.

He landed in the middle of the creature, dispatching it with a bite to the back of the neck.

"Nice catch!"

Cloudtail looked up, the mouse in his jaws, to see Honeyfern emerge from the undergrowth with a thrush in her mouth, and Berrynose came next carrying the body of a robin.

Cloudtail set the mouse down, "looks as if we've all been successful. Let's find Brambleclaw and-"

He broke off as a gust of wind tore through the trees, his pelt not offering adequate protection from the cold.

"It's freezingཀ So cold all of a sudden," he muttered. His blue eyes scanned the undergrowth, suddenly getting the feeling as if he were being watched. He didn't see anything, and the only things he could hear were the wind and a lowly cackle of a crow in the treetops.

"Must be my imagination," he said quietly.

"What was that?" Berrynose perked his ears.

Cloudtail shook his head, "nothing. Let's get going before we all freeze solid."

A dark shape watched as the patrol moved off toward camp after reuniting with Brambleclaw. Then it turned and moved swiftly through the trees. The cat knew this territory well, her emerald eyes narrowed, burning with rage and sparkling with delight at the idea of soon taking her revenge.

There were so many that had to sufferཀ Squirrelflight, for keeping the lie for so long. Her brothers Lionblaze and Jayfeather, for allowing her to be buried in those StarClan-forsaken tunnels. That piece of fox-dung that was her mother Leafpool...

Hollyleaf arrived where a group of rogue cats were lounging beneath some bushes. They scrambled to their paws as their leader came into sight, and began to survey them closely.

"We attack now. You all know the plan. Prepare yourselves!" She yowled. The rogues let out yowls of future triumph and began running around in circles, screeching at the tops of their lungs.

Bloody blood see how fun

Bloody blood watch it run

Bloody blood for the dead

Bloody blood see how red

Bloody blood slice the head!

Hollyleaf took a pace back, smiling to herself. All these cats were blood-thirsty, and the frenzy they were working themselves into would make them unstoppable. At a simple flick of her tail, the crazed cats took off toward ThunderClan camp.

Brambleclaw finished reporting to Firestar, although there wasn't much to report from a simple hunting patrol. The ginger tom dismissed his deputy and picked a vole off the fresh-kill pile. Crouching down beside his mate, Sandstorm, they devoured the prey in a few swift bites.

Loud yowling just outside the camp entrance alerted the tom. He watched Thornclaw, who was on guard duty, stumble back into camp with several slashes down his flank. Two rogue cats jumped on him from behind and he disappeared under a whirling mass of fur. Many more cats poured in through the entrance, obviously ready for confrontation.

"ThunderClan! We're under attack!" The leader threw himself into the nearest hostile, clawing at his ears. The camp suddenly became alive with masses of screeching, clawing fur.

The rogue Firestar was fighting was several seasons younger than himself, but all those moons of battle training gave the Clan leader an edge. Straining his muscles, he threw his opponent off of him and looked around. He saw Foxpaw and Icepaw tag-teaming on a cat with matted fur and scars on his shoulders. Spiderleg was fighting like a LionClan cat at the entrance to the nursery, and Jayfeather was pressing a wad of cobwebs on a gash Birchfall had received above his right eye.

Anger coursed through Firestar, and he hurled himself on a rogue tom and thrust his face in the enemy's. "Who are you? Why are you all attacking us?"

The vagrant cat tore from the leader's grasp and let out a high-pitched screech. Instantly, the invaders disengaged themselves from the Clan cats and headed toward the entrance of camp. At first, Firestar thought they were retreating. But they stopped, forming two lines on either side of the entrance.

"Ready, boss."

All was quiet as a black she-cat materialized out of the fog. It took a moment for her former Clanmates to recognize her, then startled whispers ran through the crowd.

"That's Hollyleaf!"

"I thought she was dead!"

"Jayfeather, what's going on? The tunnels collapsed on Hollyleaf! We know that! How can she still be alive?"

Jayfeather was unable to answer his brother's question. Everyone listened as she stopped in front of Firestar, who was the first to speak. He dipped his head, despite the look of shock on his face, in a formal greeting.

"Hollyleaf, we all thought you had gone to hunt with StarClan. What happened? Have you brought these rogues to our camp?"

The she-cat in question spoke a single word. "Hollystar." Firestar stared at her questioningly, then his granddaughter spoke again.

"I have come to take my revenge on those who caused me so much misery. The blood of those here will flow before I am content. I shall start with you, Firestar, because the right to be ThunderClan leader..."

Hollystar moved like a blur, thrusting her claws from one forepaw into the tom's exposed chest and tore in a downward motion, spraying blood across her pelt.

"...that right is now mine."

A.N.: Review! You know you want to! This will have a major plot difference from Exile, except for the same blood and gore we all love. So tell me what you think!

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