This story has alot of potential to be super fun. The last vengeful bit of Tigerstar compels the ThunderClan leader to bring all the Clans to war once again. Spoiler alert, he will be teaming up with Blackstar. Curse you, Erin Hunter(owns the rights to Warriors) for destroying all the bad cats permanently! Now if fan fic writers want to use them they have to come up with really cheesy excuses!

It had been moons since the war against the Dark Forest. His trip to the Moon Pool to receive his nine lives had been the most exciting thing that had happened to him since. Things had settled down after the battle, no Dark Forest cats, no sickness, and peaceful borders. It was as if StarClan was thanking them.

Bramblestar lay awake in his nest of moss and bracken. Beside him his mate, Squirrelflight, slept peacefully, her flank rising and falling as she breathed. He knew it wasn't really proper for the Clan deputy to sleep in the same nest as the leader, but he didn't care. One of the benefits of being Clan leader.

His memories from that dark battle flowed through his mind as he tossed and turned. He wondered what would have happened to the Clans if his father, Tigerstar, had won. Would he have killed off every single living cat or would he have tried to take over like he had when he was alive?

He rolled onto his side, unable to get comfortable. For the past few days his dreams had been haunted by voices telling him it was his destiny to rule all the Clans. It sounded like something Tigerstar would do, but he had seen with his very own eyes the traitor's spirit get torn apart after Firestar had killed him. There was no way he could have come back after that. But still, the voice came.

I'm may be dead, my son, but my vengeance is far from over.

Bramblestar gasped as a searing pain sprang into his head and he was flung from his nest. What was happening? Had Tigerstar somehow survived the final battle? He looked around for his father's huge dark shadow, but the den was empty apart from himself and his mate.

"Bramblestar!" gasped Squirrelflight, leaping to her paws and rushing over to him as he writhed on the floor.

"Leave me," he hissed at her, but the words didn't belong to him. It was as if another force was speaking through him.

She scampered out of the den, likely heading for the medicine cat's den for help.

You will be my instrument of destruction, Bramblestar. Resist as much as you like. You belong to me.

He tried to yowl in pain, but a force had his jaws closed tight. Tigerstar was trying to break into his head! He writhed on the ground, trying to block the dark warrior from his thoughts, but he was weakening with every moment.

You are too weak to fulfill your destiny so I will fulfill it for you. Sleep, my son. The time for war is upon us once more.

He tried one last time to push the spirit of Tigerstar from his mind, but failed. A sickening roar of triumph deafened his ears and the world went black around him.

"let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here before the high rock for a Clan meeting." Bramblestar eyed the confused warriors from the leader's ledge with disdain as they padded out of their dens. It was still dark out and the ground was sharp with frost.

"What is that mouse brain doing, waking us all up at this time of night?" he heard one of them mew. That cat certainly needed to be taught how to respect his leader's orders.

Bramblestar straightened himself to his full height. He wasn't as tall as he was used to, but it was still a decent size. He could quickly get used to using his son's body. "I have called this meeting because we are on the brink of war," he yowled, delighting in his ability to speak again. Tomorrow, I will be leading battle patrols out! ShadowClan will join us and we will take over the other two Clans! This is the will of the Clan leader!"

There was a series of shocked whispers and he heard many angry mutters. Obviously he wasn't acting in character, but it didn't matter. He was Bramblestar so they had to obey. Peace is for weak cats. They will never become stronger if they never fight. This is how you run a Clan, Bramblestar.

A defiant voice rose up in the back of his mind and he recognized it as his son's. You were training for battle for moons on end. You still failed to take over the Clans.

The voice of Tigerstar spat back. Maybe if you had trained a bit more, I wouldn't have been able to enter your thoughts so easily.

Should I continue?