Author's Note: Hello! You're free to skip this if you want to. However, I'd appreciate it if you'd keep reading~

This is my first fanfiction to be posted on here, so, I'm pretty nervous, I usually don't pull this card, but, English is my second language, just wanted to note that (Still, that does not excuse any spelling or grammar errors I make, I just wanted to point this out). I'd love to hear some feedback!

Now, onto the story! (Also, I'm sorry if any formating is off, again, my first time posting on here. :P)

Prologue

The whole forest was dark, its tall trees reaching high into the sky, staring down at anybody who dared to enter. The dark green leaves were rustling under the chilly breezes as a dark figure slung its way into the forest. Its paws gave a low thud as they landed on the ground. The figure, obviously male, raised his head. A long tail was whipping furiously behind him. He trekked forward, through the dark forest. He navigated through the forest easily, as if he had been in it his whole life. The dark shadows that were drawn through the trees didn't seem to even make him hesitate like it did to most. The breeze brought small whispers to the tom. A patrol was coming his way. His muscles
tensed for a moment, and then he quickly climbed up a tree with graceful movements.

Amber eyes were narrowed into slits as a few cats soon emerged from the bushes. A beautiful silver tabby stepped forward first, her blue eyes scanning the area. The tom ducked lower, hoping that his scent would still be covered enough. He had rolled in some wet leaves before coming in here. A moment later he let out a breath that he hadn't realize he had been holding. These cats were still more mouse-brained than he had though.

The she-cat gave a small jerk of disappointment. " Nothin' here..." she murmured, sounding almost upset.

The white tom next to her gave a sharp sigh. "Silverpaw, it's good that nobody is here. I do not appreciate fights, so we should be glad that nobody has invaded our territory," he told her sternly. The tom shifted a bit on the branch, now seeing the white tom better. It's him! he angrily spat in his head. It took up all of his self-control to not lunge down and attempt to slice his throat. Just seeing his sleek white pelt, black chest and tail tip, and the unusually long and fluffy tail made his insides churn with furry. Everything had been his fault! His alone! He sunk his claws into the bark and bared his teeth into a silent snarl, but otherwise remained quiet.

The silver tabby seemed to reel back in surprise, like she had been struck. "S-sorry, Whisperstar!" she stammered, obviously expecting her leader to agree with her.

Whisperstar suddenly stiffened, and then his head shot around to glance up into the tree the other tom was hiding it.

The tom crouched even lower, now almost sprawled out on the thick oak branch. Not now, it wasn't time just yet to be seen.

A pretty black she-cat stepped forward to Whisperstar, her bushy tail swaying behind her. "Whisperstar? What's wrong?" Her voice was gentle and pleasant to the ear. Whisperstar turned his broad head back to the others. "Nothing. I just thought I had seen something. I must have been
wrong."

The she-cat gave a petite nod. "I understand. Whisperstar, what about we return back to camp? I can see you shuffling around; you must be worried about Hailkit, now that Flowerpetal is dead..." Her eyes seemed to dull for a moment upon mentioning Flowerpetal's name.

The white tom seemingly stiffened, his paws planted firmly on the ground. "Yes," he started in a small, quiet voice, eyes closed. "I do worry about Hailkit, after all..." He trailed off, never ending the sentence. No cat on the patrol, beside Silverpaw, looked confused.

And whose fault was it to begin with? Yours, Whisperstar, all yours!

The tom on the branch let out an inaudible growl, baring his teeth.

Gently nodding, the she-cat touched his shoulder with her delicate, small pink nose. "Let's go back to camp. There's nobody here anyways."

Whisperstar gave a stiff nod, eyes trailing through the trees cautiously for another second. Then he turned away. "Yes. Let's go back." His voice changed into a softer tone and he added, "You're the best deputy a Clan leader could wish for, Nightflower."

Said deputy smiled softly at him as she followed the others towards the bushes. "Thank you, Whisperstar."

After the last of the black tail had disappeared, the tom propelled himself down, finally letting out the snarl he had been holding back.

"Everything is your fault, Whisperstar. Everything!" he firmly repeated to himself, long and curved claws hooking themselves into the brown
soil. "Soon you and everybody else will pay for what they did. BreezeClan will perish!"

The tom's fur was bristling now, and he crouched, swiping with his right forepaw at seemingly no one. But he was imaging Whisperstar and the other
traitors. He relished in the feeling of ripping them apart and imaged the crimson blood splay his paws, tinting his fur red. As soon as the crazed haze had hit him, it disappeared.

With a slight bounce he followed the scent trail left by the patrol, cringing his nose because he had to walk in Whisperstar's scent. The trees subdued a bit, more open moorland coming into view. Soon he emerged on a hill. There, below him, laid a camp sheltered by bushes, and an occasional tree draped around it. A devilish smirk covered his face and his amber eyes lit up with joy. Finally he stepped out into the moonlight, revealing his form. He was long-legged, had black and white fur and a tail that was exactly as long and bushy as Whisperstar's. Slandered amber eyes stared down at the camp and he crouched down. "Let's look closer, neh?"

As if he were flying on the wind he sprinted down the hill, towards the camp. Slowly he skidded to a halt, leaving the fallen leaves behind him to whip up into the sky in a fury. He gave a soft glance over his shoulder, but quickly glanced at the camp again. His gaze wandered to an old, withered oak tree, its branches reaching just a bit into the camp. A smirk slid onto his face again and quickly he hooked his claws into the tree's stark brownish gray bark. With an enormous heave, he quickly started climbing. His paws reached a sturdy branch, one of the last ones the tree held, it seemed like. Quickly he heaved himself onto it, then crouched and silently stalked forward, a shiver of excitement running through him. He was so close to their camp without them noticing, it really was exciting, and his blood was roaring in his ears, too.

He glanced down, his amber eyes glowing in the dark. Slowly he crouched forward, towards the end of the branch. He carefully leaned down again. The tom wasn't able to make out much, but he knew that he was in there. The nursery was just below him. He smirked, eyes seemingly crazed again. "Neh, Hailkit," he whispered down into the camp quietly, flexing his claws. "I hope we can meet soon. I'll show you just how wrong our father is. You won't turn out like him; I'll make sure of that."

His gaze travelled towards an entrance to a hollow in a large tree. "Whisperstar, you choose your own downfall when you did what you did. She died. It's your fault if I take my revenge. And just maybe, I'm doing you a favor too; after all, you'll see her again. However, I'm pretty sure she's not on good terms with you. I'd watch my back, because one day you'll be crowfood." He let out a small, but breathy laugh and turned on his heel, climbing down from the tree and dashing back into the night.