Revenge (6)

by Whip-Owl

With the rogue groups led by Death Trap and Leader killed, peace has finally reached the new clans, Stormclan, Lightningclan, Moonclan, and Fallenclan. The clans are no longer afraid, believing the danger is past. They're wrong to believe that. There are a lot of dead cats who are evil. And they have plans for revenge. *Sequel to Reason*

1. Prologue

Prologue

(Disclaimer: I don't own warriors. Review please. And also, this is the last in the series I'm making. You don't really have to read them all, but you should probably read one of them before this one or things are going to get confusing.)

Death Trap stood in a clearing, but it was so dark here it didn't help much with visibility anyway. "Well, well, well. Look who finally died." Titanium walked into the clearing.

"Hello Titanium." Death Trap greeted. She didn't sound the slightest bit angry, and that was probably what was puzzling Titanium. Mouse brain. Death Trap thought. Doesn't she realize she's already dead, I don't have reason to hate her.

Then Titanium scoffed. "Your plan turned out just wonderfully I might add." She said sarcastically. "So many cats still alive, when your plan was to kill them all."

Death Trap shrugged. "I never planned to kill them all actually. That would be impossible. I just wanted to take down as many cats as possible."

Titanium laughed. "Ha! I've killed more cats in a moon than you have in your life time!"

"Then we'll just have to kill some more cats." Another cat walked out of the shadows.

"Death." Titanium and Death Trap chorused. Titanium had been Death's second in command and Death Trap had named herself after him, so they both respected him.

Death gave them a nod. "Breezepelt and I have a plan to beat the clans."

Breezepelt walked into view too. "We have to attack Starclan."

"Ah, not this again!" Titanium groaned.

"But . . . they're already dead." Death Trap objected.

Breezepelt hissed and swung his claws through the air. "This is not some petty revenge plan!" He spat. "Starclan helps the clans. They give the leaders their nine lives and guide the clans. Without them," He laughed, "The clans will die off."

"One problem." Death said. "We need the oldest cat in Dark Forest. Supposedly whoever is the oldest cat here has a power, and Apocalypse sure did."

Titanium nodded. "Hypnotism." She breathed.

Breezepelt looked thoughtful. "I think I know who."

"If you're talking about yourself-" Titanium started.

"I am not!" Breezepelt growled. He got up and turned away. "Follow me."