Okay, I don't own Warriors. And if you think I'm copying you, it's a coincidence.
This story is about what would happen if Tigerstar posessed Bramblclaw, killed Firestar, and took over the Clans. The prologue is below, and then the real story starts. Thanks for coming, hope you like the story!
It was dark. Four shadows made their way down the sloped stone walls surrounding the Moonpool.
The cats padded down softly, not making a sound, to the water that shone like a mirror in the starlight.
"Oh, StarClan, show me what you mean!" Leafpool prayed silently to Silverpelt.
The four cats lapped up the water in the pool and fell asleep.
Leafpool woke up with a shiver. The warm night had turned cold, and no dreams had come. The tabby she-cat glanced up at the stars above. They glittered coldly.
"Let's go home. StarClan has nothing to share with us," Said Littlecloud.
The cats walked back home, and Leafpool wondered, "Is StarClan angry with us?"
Brambleclaw's eyes rolled back in his head. He fell over. Then, his tail twitched. The dark tabby jumped up to his paws, shook the sand out of his fur, and padded over to the flame-colored cat that lay on the ground, his final lives bleeding out of him.
"Bramble... claw... save..." Firestar rasped, fighting for his last breaths.
"Nobody can save you know, puny kittypet," the huge tom sneered. "I have, in the end, triumphed."
"Tigerstar?... Please... don't..." Firestar mewed, fear and in his eyes.
With one smooth movement, Tigerstar preformed the fatal flick of the claws that had ripped all his nine lives away.
Firestar shuddered once, then he lay still forever.
"Father," Hawkfrost dipped his head as he approached Tigerstar.
"Go, Hawkfrost, and take RiverClan and ShadowClan for your own. Together we will rule the forest."
Hawkfrost disappeared behind a hill as he ran towards the other end of the lake.
Tigerstar had finally achieved what he had wanted. He ran into the camp, and Squirrelflight raced over to him.
"Brambleclaw, did you find Firestar?"
"Your father is dead." Tigerstar barely managed to hide his grin as the she-cat yowled in pain and sadness and anger.
"Squirrelflight, what...?" The little tabby she-cat padded quickly over to her sister.
"Leafool, oh Leafpool, Firestar is... He's dead!" Squirrelflight gasped.
"What?!" Leafpool looked positively shocked. "He can't be! He was young, and strong, and..." She turned slowly and glared at Tigerstar.
"You! You killed him! You..." She looked into his eyes. "Y-you're not Brambleclaw... You're... Tigerstar!"
"Yes, I am. You have no leader. Your deputy is gone. I shall be your leader."
"You can't! StarClan would never, ever let you! You're dead! You don't have nine lives!"
"SILENCE!" Tigerstar roared. "I do not need nine lives." He glared at the warriors who were approaching, claws out and ready to pounce. "Try to kill me, and Brambleclaw dies too."
"Don't!" Squirrelflight slapped Cloudtail's nose with her tail. "Do as he says." Squirrelflight bowed her head and backed away into the warriors' den, Leafpool trailing close after her. Grief-filled wails came from underneath the branches of the bush.
Tigerstar looked away and then leaped onto the Highledge. "Now, I want a fighting patrol ready. Dustpelt, you shall be deputy."
"Yes, Tigerstar." Dustpelt padded silently to the place where Brambleclaw used to sit, near the Highledge.
As the cats gathered themselves into the patrol, Tigerstar walked into Firestar's old den. He settled himself down on the moss, and plotted his rising to the leader of the forest cats.
