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Full Summary
They thought he was gone for good. They thought he'd never cause trouble again. They never thought he'd be back for revenge. Tigerstar, though acting as though sorry for his wrongs, is ready to manipulate cats – but there is a difference. With a totally different tactic, Tigerstar's main aim is not power, but revenge. Will his evil manipulation and plotting destroy true love? Or will it be destroyed by true love?
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A blue-gray she-cat stepped into a clearing that was brightly lit with starlight. She gazed around the clearing as though waiting for somebody. The bushes rustled and two cats stepped out. One was still young, her tortoiseshell fur gleaming with starlight. The other had matted fur and wise amber eyes.
"I sense something troubles you." The old cat mewed first.
"Yes, Yellowfang. I can feel their presence stronger then ever. They want revenge now."
"But the clans have dealt with Tigerstar and Hawkfrost before. They can do it again." The tortoiseshell argued back before Yellowfang could reply.
"Spottedleaf! Listen to me! Tigerstar and Hawkfrost are no longer out for power! They forgot about that long ago! Now they just want revenge!" The blue-gray cat exploded angrily.
Spottedleaf paused then mewed quietly, "Tigerstar and Hawkfrost may have once been great warriors. Their plan may seem as though it has no faults. But they are forgetting one thing: they do not have the power of StarClan behind them."
"Even the power of StarClan can be worth nothing in the eyes of those who shows no respect," Yellowfang growled, "We discovered that in the old forest."
"No!" Spottedleaf's gentle mew suddenly turned into a hiss. "Anything is possible so long as a cat has faith! Even the most evil can be dampened as long as the clans hold on to their faith!"
"Spottedleaf, StarClan honours you. But when the Dark Forest is involved, the most we can do is try to get in contact with the clans." The blue-gray cat mewed icily, her eyes glinting in the moonlight.
"Bluestar is right," Yellowfang mewed before Spottedleaf could reply. "If the Dark Forest is involved, there is not much we can do."
"But isn't there anything we can do?" Spottedleaf murmured helplessly, her wide orange eyes pleading. "Surely you've foreseen something?"
"Yes, Spottedleaf, I have. Tigerstar has a new tactic – however, I could not see it. But… There is a prophecy," Bluestar paused before continuing. When she spoke again, her mew was fierce, gentle, angry and confused all at once, as though several cats used her tongue. "Only the softest touch of a blossom can save a burning tiger…"
"What does this mean?" Spottedleaf's frightened whisper was almost drowned by a fierce wind that tugged at the starry cats' fur.
"I don't know, Spottedleaf." Bluestar mewed.
"Only time will tell," Yellowfang agreed grimly.
"We must find out!" Spottedleaf mewed indignantly.
"Come," a deeper voice, male, joined the conversation. "They soon await us," the male voice continued.
"Whitestorm! I suppose you heard our entire conversation?" Spottedleaf queried.
"Just the end," he replied, "I do not eavesdrop."
The four cats bounded across lightly until they came to a pool filled with moonlight. A lithe brown tabby picked her way neatly over to them.
"Bluestar, they are late." She observed.
"Do not worry, Leafpool. They will make it." As Bluestar replied reassuringly, a small gray tabby appeared behind them.
"Greetings, Jayfeather," Leafpool purred.
"Hi," Jayfeather replied.
"We have important news to tell you," Bluestar growled angrily.
"What?" He asked, flicking his tail dismissively.
"You must beware, Jayfeather. Dark times are coming!" Yellowfang added.
"What? Dark times?" He questioned, suddenly alert; his muscles were tensed and his eyes blazed.
"Yes, Jayfeather," Whitestorm confirmed, "Times that the clans have never before had to face."
"Tell me what's going on!" He yowled angrily. The StarClan cats could feel his anger and frustration pumping through their veins. They heard his thoughts as loudly as if he screamed them. What's the use in only telling me half the story!
"Only the softest touch of a blossom can save a burning tiger…" The prophecy echoed around the small cavern. Jayfeather opened his mouth to say something, but the small medicine cat faded away, back into the waking world.
Well, I hope you liked it! Sorry if you think it's too short, I promise you though, the chapters are much longer!