So... I had this sitting in my Google Drive, finished, for about a week. Heh. Still giving credit to Illuminastro, we've kind of started collab writing, so... I only ever write with her, now. lol.

Trollface grinned evilly. The Clan had stopped after many moons at a place they could call home. He had followed them all the way without them noticing. Through moors and marshes, forests of tall, grand trees and lands where streams from rivers swirled around, rocks piling up and making distinctive marks in the vast outside land.

Along the way, he'd met a silver she-cat with the most beautiful face he'd ever seen. Her name was Trollita.

They'd fallen in love instantly and had kits. They looked awesome! Trollface was glad they had his handsome marks, but one also had the face pattern of their mother. His kits were Highlighter- the neon green one with flashing turquoise eyes. The every-shade-of-blue-in-the-world kit was RIPple, with dark black eyes and a deathly glint in his eyes- delighting his father. And the last kit looked royal with the shade of purple her pelt was. Her name was Maleficent.

Maleficent, Highlighter, and RIPple. Trollface was completely sure they would be just what they needed to ally with him to destroy the Clans. RIPple was obviously going to be like his father, Highlighter, though dumb, looked stealthy and quick. Maleficent, he just didn't know. That amazed and frustrated at her, with her innocent silver eyes a golden spark.

Trollface and Trollita were both very proud of their kits. Trollface tried to hide his annoyance with their only daughter, she seemed to be in favor of his beloved.

All three kits just loved to play pranks on each other. One would almost always end up dying because of their siblings, but of course would just bounce right back to life. Trollface would see to it they did. They had to. Trollita was also disturbing his plans, she was too soft on them.

She said, "After everything everyone has done to me, I want for at least my kits to be happy." Trollface thought that was as stupid as thunder with no sound. His kits should learn the difficulty of life, how to live and deal with it. He gave no mercy. He only fought for revenge.

He hadn't even let the kits become stronger. As soon as they came into the world, they continued onward, following the "Clan" as they tried to find a new place to live.

Luckily, the kits were able to keep up, even if once in a while Trollita had to carry one once in a while, which Trollface didn't really approve of.

Needn't mention, RIPple was the strongest of all of his kits- determined to be just like him. This, Trollface liked. He despised his daughter the most, so happy and pure of heart. She merely thought they were after the Clans to play with them. It was disgusting.

Back to the present, Trollface was looking through the trees, still grinning evilly. He'd been grinning all through the time you were reading what had happened to lead up to this part. RIPple was grinning evilly as well, Highlighter was staring blankly, and Maleficent was smiling.

The royal purple kit jumped out into the clearing, walking up to the "Clan" cats, ruining Trollface's plan.

"Hi!" she said happily. All the cats turned to look at her, gasping as they saw her horrible face, terror rising in their throats, that blocked out any sounds. "You guys look funny. Not like me." Trollface's daughter mewled, but padded forward to sniff Thorhammer.

"Get it away!" He roared, posing his hammer outwards, in a matter of seconds to be brought down. Trollface arched his back, ready to attack, but before he could strike, Maleficent did. Hurt sparked in her eyes, turning into a seed of anger that blossomed into a snarl.

"It's...it's Trollface's face!" Thorhammer exclaimed.

"But more… feminine," Pebblestorm added.

"And a bit less grotesque." Dawnstar frowned.

"I'm not an it," She whispered ever so softly, her voice only heard by those close. "I am Maleficent."

Green smoke began to rise from the ground, swirling around in the air and staying just under Maleficent. Her silver eyes turned into a whole color, the black of her eye gone to be seen. Black wrapped itself around her back, leaving only ever a sliver of her royal purple to color her stomach. Light flared up as she opened her mouth to speak, her sharp teeth gleaming red and green around a forest of green and yellow fire building up.

Her ears grew to become horns and black wings sprouted from her black back. Her neck grew long and became skinnier. Long black spikes shot out of her neck. Her nose and mouth grew out to become a very long snout.

When all of this finished, the monstrosity began to grow. It grew to be as tall as a twoleg kit, then a twoleg adult, then a monster, then a tree, and finally stopped when it was much, much taller than anything any cat had ever seen.

"Go away!" The dragon roared, her cry shattering the leaves off of the trees. Her eyes gleamed terrifyingly.

The cats of CookieClan screamed, running away as fast as they could while Maleficent breathed green fire. She started after the cats, snapping her teeth at them as if she was trying to eat them, and she possibly was.

Meanwhile, Trollface sat back with his other two kits, eating popcorn covered in butter. Maleficent was doing a great job without his help. He was surprised, for he'd thought that Maleficent would turn out to be a good cat. But she was probably the most evil of them all. He could tell by, the jealousy in RIPple's eyes.

For a few moments, Trollface just wondered where Maleficent got the power to transform. She most certainly didn't get it from his family. He glanced over at Trollita, wondering about her… But she seemed to avoid his gaze, the emotion in her eyes not visible to him.

Trollface handed a pawful of popcorn to his son, RIPple.

Maleficent continued to chase after the Clan. She roared angrily. They could even see her from back where they were, as her tall, broad wings and back were humongous against the forest's trees.

She breathed fire, hitting a cat named Mossypath. She fell, burning from the green fire. Her screams could be heard by some voles that lived extremely far away. Maleficent froze, her wings falling from the air to droop on her back. The glow in her eyes shimmered, and her mouth shut to close off the neon fire.

"What am I doing?" her voice boomed, but all fury and power was drained from it. "Why am I killing cats?" She started to shrink, slowly, but faster as she became smaller. Soon she was just the miniature version of the giant monster she was before. slowly, though, the features of the monster dissipated, and cat features blossomed. Eventually, she was a regular cat, just like she used to be.

Several cats from CookieClan stepped forward to her, and passed as they slowly inched to their camp. Dawnstar picked Maleficent up in her jaws, but Trollface could see she was trembling. Highlighter bounded up to meet the cats and slipped through to his sister. "Will you play now?" he complained. "I'm so bored," he told Maleficent as she was put to the ground.

Mossypath just sat on the ground, burned and blackened like Dawnstar had been so many moons ago. No one payed attention to her, and she didn't draw attention for she was unconscious.

Maleficent ignored him and went to meet Trollface. "Daddy, daddy!" she cried. "Can I become a dragon to play? Can I?" She smiled giddily. "I can fly and let you take rides on me and we can go to play by the stream and we can meet Grandfather Twoface and we can.."

Trollface growled in disgust. "How about to play killing CookieClan?" He snorted in fury. Then he froze. Grandfather Twoface? That explained it, or at least it would when Trollita and him had a talk.

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For reasons that Dawnstar couldn't fathom, she let Trollface, Trollita, and their kits join CookieClan. Trollita became Trollflower, Highlighter became Neonkit, Maleficent became Dragonkit, RIPple became Deathkit, and Trollface stayed the same. Eventually CookieClan learned to trust the one-of-a-kind family.

The future of the Clan was as bright as Neonkit's eyes. Maleficent—or Dragonkit, became transport for the Clan, and great fun for everyone. Deathkit became the best fighter to defend his Clan known in history. Mossypath and Dawnstar couldn't be told apart anymore, though, for their blackened pelts looked exactly the same.

Trollface kept to himself, always looking unhappy. Thoughts of this 'Grandfather Twoface' lurked in his sulking mind. He had sucked little information out of Trollita, and his transformation was still unknown to him, which awakened, once more, every thought evil and every thought, well, just treacherous.

What really made Trollface angry, was every single time he looked at one of his kits, he could see their face becoming less like his and more like a regular cat's. Trollflower's face was changing, as well. If Thorhammer had noticed, he DEFINITELY showed it. But teasing and mocking had been forbidden from the Clan.

Eventually Thorhammer, luckily for Trollface, had completely forgiven him, and they were back to their normal close brother status again. They even started texting again, though they hadn't in a while, because... the internet the nearby twolegs had... had been taken away! Trollface wanted to cry at the thought.

One day, Trollface was standing on a cliff, and was pushed off.

He died.