Disclaimer: If I owned Warriors, Tigerstar would have succeeded with his plans, and Ashfur would have been made King of the Unicorns.
Tigerstar surveyed his victories on top of the Bonehill. There was his Clan, TigerClan, made up of the great ShadowClan and the not-so-great-but-still-good RiverClan. Leopardstar was sitting below him, washing herself and pretending like she was still a leader.
Ha.
He, Tigerstar, was the one and only leader of this Clan, and however much Leopardstar tried, she couldn't pretend that she didn't want her Clan in control of anyone but her. Tigerstar could smell her fear-scent when she looked at him, and her shock and grief whenever he brought the prisoners out for a Torture Session.
Which reminded him…
"Darkstripe! Jaggedtooth! Bring out the prisoners!"
The two warriors nodded respectfully to him and ran over to the foxhole that was serving as a temporary dungeon. As Tigerstar watched, Darkstripe said something into the hole and dragged out a gray tom—Stonefur. He tried to throw himself at Darkstripe, but Jaggedtooth wrenched Stonefur's head back and sank sharp claws into his shoulder.
Tigerstar's whiskers twitched in amusement. Stonefur was such a weak, Half-Clan cat! Leopardstar must have been sleeping when she had the nerve to appoint him as deputy. As if a cat like Stonefur could ever lead a Clan properly.
That thought turned his mind to Firestar.
Firestar. Tigerstar spit on the name. That stupid kittypet would die, and the sooner, the better. Tigerstar's long, curved, claws itched to sink into that flame-colored fur, to rip, to tear, to feel Firestar's blood on them, to hear the kittypet beg for death…Surely he would beg, for Firestar cared about his Clanmates, and would want them to live peacefully, his friends, and that stupid she-cat for choosing a kittypet as her mate…An idea formed in Tigerstar's head, twisting and turning, growing bigger and grander…
Yes, surely Firestar would surrender if his friends were at Tigerstar's mercy…
"Blackfoot!" he yelled.
Blackfoot looked up at his leader. "Yes, Tigerstar?"
Tigerstar let an evil smile slide over his face. "I need you to gather up a little…hunting patrol."
*
Sandstorm crouched down and placed her paws lightly on the ground, careful not to let the mouse hear her. She was determined to bring back some fresh-kill, and, as she didn't have an apprentice to train, she had plenty of time for anything.
At the sound of a cracking twig, she raised her head up in alarm, and the mouse scurried away. "Fox dung," she muttered. Then a scent hit her nose, a mixture of ShadowClan and RiverClan. Sandstorm's ears folded back and her claws slid out. "Who's there?" she called out into the darkness.
A massive figure slowly revealed itself, and Sandstorm gasped as Blackfoot came into view, along with Jaggedtooth, Russetfur, and Blackfur.
"What are you doing on ThunderClan territory? Stealing prey?" Sandstorm knew she was hopelessly outnumbered if this came to a fight, and wondered if she could outrun the cats and make it back to the camp.
As if he knew what she was thinking, Blackfoot leaped on her and pinned his massive black paw at her throat. "I don't want to hurt you—well, actually I do, but that's beyond the point—so just hold still and you'll be okay."
Silently, he increased the pressure at Sandstorm's throat and she went unconscious.
"Excellent. Now, Russetfur, help me drag her back to camp and then we'll get the rest."
*
Onewhisker looked out at the view from his favorite hill. He was still brooding over what Tigerstar had said about the Clans joining together, and wanted some time to think.
Suddenly, he heard a thumping noise from behind and whirled around. His eyes widened as he saw Jaggedtooth and Blackfoot of ShadowClan and he opened his mouth to call out. Before he could do that, though, Jaggedtooth had tackled him and torn his flesh on his hind leg.
"What are you doing on WindClan territory?" Onewhisker hissed, trying to ignore the stinging in his leg. "You rouges have no right to be here!"
"No right? Well, I have to disagree," Blackfoot meowed with annoying calmness, all the while circling Onewhisker so he couldn't get away.
Onewhisker decided to see if peace would work. "I won't tell Tallstar about this if you leave now."
"You'll let us go with a warning?" Blackfoot laughed. "On the contrary, we should be warning you!"
A weight hit Onewhisker and he sank into unconsciousness.
Jaggedtooth sprang off of the limp cat and exchanged a smirk with Blackfoot. "Tigerstar will be pleased," he commemnted.
"Yes," Blackfoot agreed. "But we have yet another one to take."
*
Graystripe ran along the RiverClan border, searching for Sandstorm. She was late coming back from hunting, and Firestar had asked him to look for her.
Graystripe paused, picking up Sandstorm's scent. But there was something strange…he could smell ShadowClan and RiverClan with it, too, and Sandstorm's scent had fear in it. Graystripe's fur bristled as he followed the trail, and it led him to the edge ThunderClan territory.
"What are you doing here?" an insolent voice asked him. Graystripe hissed when he saw Blackfoot and Jaggedtooth jumping down from a tree.
"I could ask you the same question," Graystripe growled. "What are you doing on ThunderClan territory?"
"Oh, we had to pick up some presents for Tigerstar," Blackfoot meowed.
"Like what?" Graystripe hissed.
A paw flashed in front of him, scratching Graystripe's eyes and making him sink into blackness. Blackfoot stood in front of the ThunderClan deputy and told him, "A present like you."
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By the way, this takes place in The Darkest Hour, if you couldn't tell.
This will be told between Tigerstar, Sandstorm, Graystripe, Onewhisker, Mistyfoot, Stonefur, Stormpaw, Featherpaw, and any others that I want to.
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~LenzieKat~
