Dark themes, you have been warned. I am just thinking what would happen to the clan cats if the dark forest did win. Set around about in the battle of the last hope.

Disclaimer: I do not own warriors.

DarkClan

Ruler -

Darknight~ Midnight black she-cat with fierce amber eyes

Leaders -

Tigerstar~ Large battle scarred dark tabby tom with pale amber eyes

Brokenstar~ Large battle scarred dark tabby tom with amber eyes

Advisers -

Mapleshade~ Tortoiseshell she-cat with amber eyes

Thistleclaw~ Gray-and-white tom with amber eyes

Darkstripe - Gray tabby tom with yellow eyes

"Warriors" -

Rest of the dark forest cats, Lionblaze and more will be introduced later

Slaves (Do most of the hunting, fighting etc.)-

Basically all the clan cats


Heart racing, Dovewing silently cried out, we're losing! She was pinned down by three dark forest toms, and they had their claws unsheathed, lightly grazing different parts of her body. Tigerstar, Hawkfrost and Brokenstar were fighting Firestar and Lionblaze, and the clan cats were badly losing. Graystripe lay dead at a silver tom's paws, and Millie was being held down by dark forest toms doing unspeakable things to her. Small whimpers escaped most of the she-cats, as they noticed most of their mates dead, and massive blood puddles beneath them.

"Firestar, I know you're on your last life.."

"Lionblaze, oh dear, where's that invincibility gone?"

"KEEP FIGHTING, FOR US!"

"Goodbye, Firestar."

Blood splattered the clearing, turning the drying crimson ground an abnormally bright red. A loud screech came from the ginger leader as his skull was crushed, and Lionblaze collapsed, his mental stability vanishing.

"Cinderheart never loved me... I am nothing but a stupid idiot..."

"Lionblaze, no, it's not true!" Cinderheart yowled, eyes overflowing with tears. She wasn't pinned down, but she was as soon as Lionblaze let out a screech, and leaped on her. He began slashing, and everyone watched as Lionblaze tore his former mate to shreds.

"Lionblaze, calm down. She is a pretty fine hunter, and we're going to need her." Hawkfrost spoke, coming forward from Firestar's bloody body. The dark tabby tom's eyes glowed, and he went over to a white she-cat from the dark forest, purring.

"I-I'm-m... s-so-rry.. c-clan-s... St-a-ar-cl-a-an.. ha-a-s.. f-f-fal-l-len.." Bluestar rasped, her starry body fading away, Longtail, Runningwind and many more following suit.

"You here that, you stupid clan cats? The Dark Forest won." Hawkfrost whispered eerily, his purr getting louder. The Dark Forest cat's pelts slowly got darker and darker, until they were pretty much revived.

"We did it.."

"We finally beat the clans..."

"Who is going to lead us?"

A midnight black she-cat stalked forward, eyes open wide to reveal vivid amber eyes. She didn't even have to say anything, for the Dark Forest cats all crouched down, in both fear and admiration.

"I will." The molly said, and nobody protested. "Tonight, my warriors, we have conquered the clans. Defeated them all, and they shall suffer, but we need more in charge. For I may be your ruler as of now, I still need cats to do daily visits to the different... clans, and check to make sure everything is going fine."

"Why..." Dovewing whispered, giving up completely and falling limp, tears falling down her face.

"This is the beginning of the end."


A moon had passed since the Dark Forest had won, and in that time four litters had been born. Millie's, Cinderheart's, Dovewing's and an apprentice, Cherrypaw. The kits out of Cherrypaw's litter were small and were not expected to live through the night. A single kit, by the name of Sagekit did survive, and has since watched her mother become a warrior by the name of Cherryfall.

Sick perverts, taking everything my mother had to look forward to

"Sagekit!" A voice called, almost desperately, as she looked around for whoever it belonged to. Her green eyes caught sight of her mother, and Swallowclaw, a former dark forest tom trying to drag her into the forest, with small nudges.

"Coming!" The young she-kit called, racing forward to stand at her mother's leg and purr. This was the tom who destroyed her mother in so many ways, and also the tom who was her father. She was a mirror image of him, thick gray fur and green eyes. He let out a purr, and rubbed his head against the top of his daughter's.

At least I have a dad who loves me a little bit, even if the price paid was too high