Prologue

A lithe, spotted, gray, tom silently padded to a den surrounded by mossy rocks. He was supposed to meet someone there, someone who would change the fate of the Clans.

He waited a moment. Nothing. The tom tapped one of the rocks, making a thudding noise. Still nothing. Growing impatient, he called, "Hello?" into the den. There was silence once more until, "Why have you come here?" A scratchy, old-sounding voice asked from in the shadows. "Do you, for that matter, know what could happen?"

The tom made sure to keep his irritation from spilling into his voice. "You must understand, Owl. You are the only one who can help me. Please. I know you hate the Clans as much as I do and if we work together we can drive them out! I know we can!"

A brown, gray, and white cat crawled out of it's den. "Two cats can't drive four clans out." The old tom replied rather dryly. "And besides that," the cat named Owl continued, "Even though I hate the Clans, I'm not going to drive them out just for your self-centered needs. I have no desires to be bossed around by a young tom like you."

The gray tom flexed his claws and with a growl in his throat said, "Well, that was the worst decision you could ever have made."

Without a warning, the tom leapt at the older cat, sinking his claws into it's shoulders. Owl howled in pain and tried to twist out of the tom's thorn-sharp claws. With a swift motion, the gray tom had Owl flipped onto his back and was gently running a claw from Owl's chest to the top of his neck. He stared into the cats crystal blue, eyes seeing terror and panic filling them up.

"It's quite a shame that you have to die; You would have been really useful to me but I don't like having my orders questioned." With that being said the gray tom took his claws and slashed across the old cats neck, jumping back to avoid the blood that was pooling out of the wound.

The tom smirked as Owl writhed on the ground, his tail jerking once then going still; The old cats eyes were clouded and stared off into the distance.

The tom walked to a small puddle and dipped his bloodied paw in. "Soon..." He whispered. "Soon I will get my revenge." As he started at the puddle he heard a voice whispering to him,

"Sparrowleap, here is the next cat who you will control. Don't worry, she'll be in so much pain and grief she'll go with you. But you must wait. She is only but a kit right now." Sparrowleap nodded. He loved that voice. It was the voice of his mate, Ashenberry. She had been killed when she had been trying to drive the Clans out on her own. Because of that, she had gone to Darkforest where she was to walk the paths ever alone.

All of a sudden the puddle flickered and a image appeared on it. There, a small white and gray tabby kitten lay curled up next to her mothers side. The kitten lifted its head, yawned, and fell asleep again.

'Soon, I will walk with her...' He thought.

Later

Sparrowleap twisted out of the way before a black tom's claws caught him across his throat. ThunderClan had been fighting against WindClan and right then, it seemed as if WindClan was winning. Sparrowleap was trying to fight his best, although he knew it was all for nothing since the destruction of the Clans would come soon. It wasn't helping that the screams of dying cats were causing him to fall off of his concentration. The gray tom tried to leap at his opponent but was quickly kicked under the chin, causing him to fly through the air and smash against a tree. His vision flickered and he gasped for air. It was clear that ThunderClan was losing.

The tom struggled to his paws and tried to look defiantly at his opponent although the other cat knew better. He knew that Sparrowleap was about to fall over from exhaustion and he was right. Sparrowleap felt like he was going to faint. The other cat smirked. "I wouldn't wear yourself out so fast. We have a long day of fighting to go. Maybe I'll be sympathetic and send you on your way with a few scratches.. Maybe a broken leg.." Sparrowleap felt fury rise in his body and he threw himself at the other cat, lashing out at his nose, drawing blood.

"Fox-dung!" The cat snarled, "Your dead! I was going to let you go but now I've changed my mind!" Before Sparrowleap could think or scream, the other cat had him pinned down and was lunging at his throat.

'No!' He shouted inwardly. It couldn't end like this! He battered his hindpaws against the other cats belly, trying to get him off but it was no use. He was done for. He felt the cats jaws attach themselves on his throat, and bite down hard. He knew this was the end.

The other cat let go and he felt blood pouring out of his throat. The other cat looked down at him and sneered. Sparrowleap tried to scream or yell or do something, but he couldn't do anything other than gasp for breath as his life bled out onto the leaves.

"It's a shame you never got to become leader."

Sparrowleap had never been insulted like that and therefore decided on what to do. He growled, obviously fuming. Using all the energy he had left, he rose onto shaky paws, crouched and leapt at the other cat claws aiming for it's throat. The cat hardly did anything but sidestep as Sparrowleap came crashing down, his tail jerking. His body convulsed once before growing still, his vision flickering and going black.

He jerked awake, eyes wide. He was in a forest, full of fog and shadows making him cringe. He knew exactly where he was but, it didn't matter. He would soon get his revenge anyways. He yawned and glanced around. There was nothing great about this forest, known as Darkforest. It was just a place where cats full of hatred went. He always heard stories about it and how scary it was. But seeing it in person made Sparrowleap know, that those stories were just.. Stories.

"Hello, Sparrowleap." A cold, quiet voice said, making Sparrowleap whirl around. Standing in front of him was his mate, Ashenberry.

"Ready to destroy the clans and release your hatred on the world?"

He nodded a malicious grin forming on his face. "You know I am."

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Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors. All rights go to Erin Hunter. However, the characters are mine.

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