Prologue
Darkbriar angrily stalked through the trees in the Dark Forest. He hated it here, yet he felt he couldn't live anywhere else but here. The dead trees looming over his head gave it a sense of dread that fit it perfectly.
Muttering under his breath, Darkbriar looked to the empty sky. He always believed in StarClan, so why had they deceived him? They let his mate die of Greencough before his eyes and his brother in an ambush by ShadowClan.
By then, he had no one left but himself.
"Darkbriar!" A familiar voice yowled, "Get over here!"
He followed the sound of the raspy voice and entered a clearing not to far from where he was.
There was one cat standing in the center of the clearing that looked bedraggled but determined.
"Snaketail," Darkbriar murmured. Snaketail had been in the Dark Forest longer than Darkbriar had, so Snaketail felt he had control over Darkbriar.
Hear me out Darkbriar," He said slyly. "I need your help."