Prologue
Darkstar was on the prowl that night leading his warriors through ForestClan territory it was the night of one of his many raids since he had sworn to destroy ForestClan because he wanted their territory and simply hated them in general.
"Rainpelt," he called, "are our warriors ready." Rainpelt was his current deputy; he had been surprised that Rainpelt hadn't tried to get put of the raid somehow he was to kind for his own good. Sooner or later he would need a new deputy.
"Yes," Rainpelt, answered, "they are ready Darkstar." He could hear the regret in Rainpelt's voice he obviously didn't want to be on this raid.
Darkstar let out a yowl that signaled the attack he ran into the camp and bit the throat of the cat guarding the camp. He ran through the camp and headed toward the leader's den. "Eaglestar," he called.
"You won't win this fight Darkstar," Eaglestar yowled as he jumped on Darkstar. Darkstar used his hind legs to kick him in his belly and throw him off of him and then Eaglestar hit the wall in the den. Eaglestar stood up again and aimed a blow toward his head, but he was bleeding from a wound in his head and couldn't see straight. Darkstar jumped on him and pinned him to the ground and dealt the death blow leaving him there in his den knowing after this life he would only have one more. Soon ForestClan will be dead and their territory will be mine, he thought.
"Eaglestar has lost a life," he announced to the clearing full of fighting cats, "MountainClan our work is done, retreat!" Then he led his Clan back to their home on the side of the Mountain.