Hello, new and comeback readers, it's Azureflower once again. Literally ALL of my story ideas are going to be on hiatus until this story is finished. That said, welcome to the opposite of the Warriors world, where the Clans have stayed the same-but everything they stand for is different. Here is chapter one of The Opposite of Peace.
Prologue
The Dark Forest congregated around the Shadowpool for the annual No Moon meeting. Every Black Solstice, once a moss-growing, they held this special council. Mostly, it was a time to brood over their failed revenge schemes.
But sometimes, like this time, they had a purpose.
As they filled the spaces by the Shadowpool, they chanted the ancient ritual to bring forth the spirits that had long since gone to the Great Beyond.
Cats began crawling out of the murky pond.
Every evil cat you can imagine was there. Tigerclaw. Thistleclaw. Brokenstar. Hawkfrost. Mapleshade. Redwillow. All of them shaking silt and rotting seaweed from their pelts.
And heartless, every one of them.
They had a sinister plot in mind, a plan that no one would guess. The failed attempt to rule the Clans, all those seasons ago, had shown them that war would not work.
So they created the Clans.
New Clans. Clans where the opposite of the Warrior Code was in effect. A world where the Dark Forest was worshipped, and StarClan shunned like shadows under the sun.
A universe where they were in power, where they could rule unopposed, where evil ruled. The heartless cats were a dime a dozen there, and cats with hearts of light a needle in a haystack.
And the darkness spread there, until the land was bursting at the seams. This is the story of that land.
But what of when the seams burst? When the darkness spills and poisons the good in the world?
That tale will be told another day.
Welcome to The Opposite Of Peace.
Blackest of hearts in the blackest of cats, bring us your remnants. Evil will rise in your shadows, and that evil lives in us. Banish the light once more, and come bringing your vengeance.