I do not own Warriors. I do, however, own my characters, the Clan names, and the prophecy.

"They got away."

The growl emitted from the cave's entrance as three large white toms entered, lips drawn back to show glistening white fangs. They padded into the camp's center, feeling the harsh gaze of the cats sitting in clusters around them. The half-moon shone above them, illuminating the cave slightly.

A white she-cat appeared from the small alcove near the back of the cave, emerald green eyes as sharp as thorns.

"What did you say?"

Her tone was cold, harsh.

The tom in front shivered, feeling his fur bristle. "I... I said, they - the things - got away."

The white she-cat had heard his words perfectly the first time. She was only trying to instill fear into this poor excuse for a pure hunter's heart. This was Kestian's way. Fear was the first step. Pain was the second.

There was no third step.

Besides, of course, death.

Only if needed.

She padded slowly around the toms in a wide circle. "They escaped." Calmly, coldly.

Then she pounced at the front tom, fury and anger exploding in one movement, pinning him to the ground as her unnaturally long thorn-sharp claws sunk into his neck. "They escaped?" she screeched as she felt her claws tear into his flesh.

The tom fell the ground as blood bubbled out of his neck from the wound given to him by Kestian, jerking in his death throes before falling still.

Dead by Kestian.

She removed her now blood-stained paw from his neck, leaning down to whisper in his un-hearing ears.

"Really, Scompara," she whispered, her gaze on his already glazed-over eyes, "I expected more of you. You did know I was planning on making you my second. But this failure... it's too embarrassing. Goodbye, Scompara."

She raised her heads and fixed her emerald eyes on the two remaining toms. "Well? How do you explain this?"

One stepped forward, trying to keep his fear out of his cerulean eyes. "Please, Kestian," he said, "We were no match for them. Three of us against all of them? It was-"

"Wait," Kestian said, cutting him off at the pass. "Who is 'all of them?' "

"They... the Clans," stumbled the tom. "They called themselves the Clans."

Kestian froze, her eyes flickering back and forth before resting on the last tom. "Bianco. Is this true?"

The last white tom paused, then slowly dipped his head. "Yes. The four things each went to a different... er... Clan. They were determined to keep those kits, Kestian. We couldn't stop them if we wanted."

Kestian nodded, slowly. "Of course I understand," she said smoothly, turning her backs to them. Bianco stiffened in surprise. This was not the Kestian she knew.

Kestian drew four circles with her claw in the dirt. "FlameClan, ShadeClan, StoneClan, and MarshClan." One by one she slashed a circle through them. "The things have done us a great good, pure ones. They have brought us to the very cats we have waited for moons to destroy."

She leaped onto the Slashrock, yowling for all to hear. "We will stay strong! And when the time comes - we will destroy the Clans!"

The yowls of approval rang in the cave as Kestian stood above her pure hunters, emerald eyes gleaming viciously as the calls echoed in her ears.

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I know it was kind of short, but it's just the start :)