(I own these Clans and characters, but I don't own warriors.)

Strike of the Midnight Sparrow

Prologue

Let's pretend that Night and Day are at war. Day kills Night's best friend, Moon. In that moment, Night hates Day. Night wants Day to feel the same pain that he felt. Night wishes for Day and all those like him to suffer and die. So for revenge, Night kills Day's best friend, Sun. Now we are equal, Night thinks. But Day disagrees. Day is now feeling the exact same pain that Night felt before. But since Night killed Day's best friend, that means that Night is no better that Day, whom he hates and wants to die.

Although Night was not seeking to be any better than Day, he hated Day and all those who were like him, so Night should hate himself. Besides, do you think that Night's best friend would have wanted Night to become a murderer, living on only one thing, hatred, as it ate away his sanity? Do you think that Night's best friend would want Night to become no better than the person who killed him? In the end, you could say that neither Night or Day are evil, it's the hatred and revenge in their hearts that is wrong. Those feelings are human, but Night and Day should not have let them take over their minds and rip away their sanity and common sense. In the end, revenge is the true monster.

If you let those feelings control you, then you will just make the revenge cycle grow stronger, a spiral into darkness. Although it might seem that you are bringing justice and fixing things, you are actually just fanning the flames, just encouraging the cycle of hatred. You will be no more than prey for the revenge, and it will ultimately burn away all of your happiness, maybe even your sanity, and all that you will have left is ashes, ashes of what once was.

…

Firefrost stared pensively into the pit of fire by her paws. She could not feel the blistering heat- though she knew it was there- and nor did she feel the terror she knew she should. This was probably because she was dead. She supposed that once that boundary had been crossed, it wasn't something that scared you anymore.

She looked up as a black tom padded up behind her.

"Blackscar." She said, nodding curtly at him. He blinked in return and sat down next to her.

"Why have you summoned us here, Firefrost? What tedious politics must we discuss tonight?" His voice was low and rough, with a hostile undercurrent. He was an imposing figure, huge and muscular, but the small ginger she-cat showed no fear as she stared up into his eyes.

"Politics must be employed sometimes. Not all problems can be killed, thinking like that got me these." She gestured with her tail to the three jagged scars that distorted her face, starting just above her left eye and stopping at her, slightly shredded, nose.

"It's not like you had much in the way of looks to begin with… I wouldn't worry about it." Blackscar muttered, not meaning her to hear. She hissed quietly, warning him not to offend her.

They were interrupted by more pawsteps behind them. Firefrost stood quickly and greeted the newcomer. He was a white tom, nervous looking and twitchy. He sat beside them, though his eyes continued to dart around the little clearing, never resting on his companions.

"Firefrost, Blackscar," His voice was honeyed and persuasive. The kind of voice that could convince you to do anything. "So wonderful to be here with you. What topics shall we discuss tonight?"

"You shall find out when Stripeshadow arrives, Whitewing." Firefrost sounded bored with his behaviour, and slightly disdainful.

"Of course. Of course." Whitewing replied quickly.

A rustle in the bushes caused them to look around. A handsome golden tabby tom stepped into the firelight. His amber eyes glittered like precious gems and his fur rippled perfectly over his muscles. Stripeshadow knew he was handsome. Knew it, and used it.

"I'm here." He said importantly. Firefrost nodded and waited for him to seat himself before she began to talk.

"I, Firefrost, have summoned you here tonight to discuss the futures of each of our respective Clans. Shall we begin?" The formal words were a deeply ingrained tradition of ShadeClan cats. Firefrost awaited each of their 'aye's before continuing. "Blackscar, formerly of FleshClan. The responsibility of caring for a Clan will be yours to bear for two moons. Do you accept?"

"I do." Blackscar replied. Although the shock on his face said that this was not what he had been expecting. Firefrost repeated these words with Whitewing of BoneClan and Stripeshadow of BloodClan before she said:

"And finally; I, Firefrost of DeathClan, also accept the responsibility of caring for my Clan however I see fit." With the formalities over, she turned to the fire. She pushed something in and suddenly images appeared in the flames. She returned her cool gaze to her consorts.

"My esteemed and intelligent friends, we are gathered here because of a single cat." Firefrost's eyes travelled over her companions.

"Who?" Stripeshadow ventured.

"Owlstrike."

Authors notes: ShadeClan is the evil equivalent of StarClan.