Next chapter! Let's take a look at Midnight.

Disclaimer: Yep, I don't own Warriors.

There is nothing better than power. Power gives a cat supreme purpose. Power makes a cat rise to the top. When you are at the top, nothing can stop a cat. No one would want to stop a cat at the top. I will be that cat. No one will stop me. No one will want to stop me. I-

Don't forget me.

Never, Blackstorm.

Midnight opened his eyes to the light of the day streaming into his cave, illuminating the stone with a pale yellow shine. He padded to the mouth of his den, to look out at the practicing of his cats.

Like each hour of each day, the warriors were fiercely after one another like they were their enemies. Midnight wondered if that was how they actually felt day after day. He frequently thought that though they were all part of one group, led by one leader, that perhaps they saw themselves as deep individuals. Everytime that possibility swam in his head, he dismissed it. If they did not see themselves as one of the Black Horror, they would have left long ago- under their own mistakes of course.

Midnight shifted his head around, flicking his eyes to the same movements. He had recently taken in new recruits. Nightmare and Hollow, siblings, were cats that Midnight saw through different eyes. Nightmare was openly willing to join as soon as Midnight mentioned the Black Horror. He knew he was a born killer, and felt his fur tingle in anticipation at wanting to see the black tom in action. Hollow was more than skeptical about the idea of attacking the Clans, and had refused to change her name, which was something that convinced Midnight that she was not ever going to be his favorite cat. He had leaned in to her, and in a hushed voice that sent chills down his own spine, said, "One wrong move, kitty, and you will be swimming in your own blood." She had clearly taken the threat seriously, for she had refused to come out of her den for three whole days.

Nightmare was battling two cats at once, Wolf and Jaws, a couple of experienced recruits. By the ferocity of the black tom, he knew that he would kill several Clan cats during the final battle.

The final battle. Midnight dug his claws into the ground. They would have to be beyond any kind of strength or power that even any dog has seen. That is why, they had his cats practicing each day, and why he assigned new moves and new cats to each warrior, when he could. And with the size of the Horror, it was a guaranteed win, and the last thing he wanted happening was the Clans finding out about their plans.

He still had yet to tell Nightmare and Hollow about the truth behind the doom of the Clans. He had them convinced that the Clans had stolen prey and territory, and the battle was to win it back. Before long, they would realize that this was no petty scheme that a kit could lead, and if anyone, it would be Hollow to question him.

A reddish tabby tom padded by close to his den, a nick on his ear and a gash on his shoulder.

"Crimson," Midnight called. "Who gave that to you?"

The tom looked ashamed and opened his mouth to speak.

"You know what, doesn't matter, just fight harder next time, and bring Nightmare and Hollow right now!"

Crimson nodded vigorously and scrambled off in the direction of the training field.

Midnight sat back. The key was to show them that he was not afraid of scarring their honor or ticking them off. He couldn't simply tell them that he was their leader, he had to show them he was more than worthy of it. He was the superior, and he wasn't going tip walk on egg shells to let them know that.

As he watched Crimson walk back up the hill with two black cats behind him, Midnight recalled the last interview he had done. It was with Thorn, a former cat of ThunderClan or somewhere like that. From that interview he had taken that loyalty was certain with the tabby, for he had willingly shared with him as many secrets of their code and weaknesses with Midnight, though he did not feel it was quite enough. But unlike those soft warriors, Midnight did not determine loyalty by the mere will to protect, but the craving to feel the blood of all enemies that he approved. Perhaps not the best system, but certainly the most powerful.

Nightmare and Hollow padded into Midnight's den. The tom had his head held high and a respectful look on his face, but also one of independence and caution. His sister was staring at the floor, a scowl painting her expression of uneasiness and fear. The look pleased Midnight.

"Welcome," Midnight greeted, though his voice was icy. "I have a few questions for you, and then you can go back to your duties."

"Ask away," Nightmare replied confidently.

"What was of your pasts?" Midnight questioned. "Tell me how you managed to get to this part of the forest."

"We were born into housefolk," said Nightmare. "We both didn't feel too comfortable, so as kits we left and went to live in a barn where it was easy to catch prey like mice. Once we had warmed up to forest-life a little bit more we traveled around the areas of the lake. We never really stayed at any place to long or called anywhere home."

Just like me, Midnight thought in his head, but dismissed the thought right away. The last ing he wanted to do was think about his past. "What made you find delight in feeling an enemy's flesh rip under your claws?"

Hollow flinched at the question, but still didn't look up.

"There's no way to describe it. I just enjoy fighting; it's who I am," said Nightmare.

"I don't know if I could accept that," hissed Midnight. "How would you feel if I told you to kill Crimson right there, just because."

Nightmare gulped, "That's different than being just a fierce cat."

"You're right, it is," Midnight snarled. "It's being a strong, fearless, honorable warrior! If I had learned anything from my moons of training, its that respect is no soft subject. If you want to be part of this Horror than you will have to learn that as well."

"Yes, sir," Nightmare meowed.

"' Just a fierce cat' is not a cat with looking up to, to be afraid of. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir,"

Midnight looked to Hollow, who was looking intently at her fidgeting paws. "And...You?" he said.

"Well..." she mewed. "I-I don't know if...yes sir."

Midnight snorted. "You seem unsure."

"No, sir. I know what I am saying. I understand perfectly."

"Very well, then. Now I must tell you of our goal."

"Your goal?" Nightmare echoed.

"Yes," Midnight hissed venomously, "You know that we are planning on attacking the Clans, like I had first mentioned when you had arrived."

"I do. We do."

"Retrieving the prey and territory was a lie. Do sit back and allow me to explain. I hope my reasons will bring you great rapture. Several moons ago, there was a warrior of the Clans called Blackstorm. He had betrayed his leader and his fellow warriors because of the pain they caused him."

"What kind of pain?" Nightmare asked.

Midnight was not pleased with the interruption. He clawed at the stone floor was a soft screech. "They had lied to him. His Clan had told him that they were learning to fight in reasons to protect and serve the Clan. Many times they faced battle and enemies, and each time showing mercy to those opponents. Do you see why that is wrong?"

Nightmare shook his head. Hollow stood frozen.

"Because, those enemies were always back for more blood of the Clan, whether for the same reason or another. I cannot understand why you do not see that as pathetic. There were many unnecessary wounds and deaths because of the mercy given. The Clan were acting like cowards and cowards are not good cats to live with. So he decided to show him what their enemies will begin to do if they did not pick up their game. He acted like their enemy you see, and betrayed them. They excited him and caused him more agony on his part so he formed his own rebel group with some cats of the Clans themselves."

"That seems wrong, Midnight...I mean sir," Hollow whispered.

"Perhaps, but times have changed. Now unless you want an ear missing, I suggest you stop with the interruptions," Midnight growled.

Hollow winced, as if imagining the pain.

"He formed this here Horror. He got many cats to join including myself. Because of that exile and mistreatment, he decided to attack his Clan."

"He did hurt them and betray them though, so that attack wasn't right."

Midnight cuffed Nightmare over the ear, and with a yowl of anguish, the black tom shrank back.

"Blackstorm was killed, just because he was being a brave cat to go up against his own Clan. He chose me as his successor and his dying wish was to get revenge on those Clans. All four of them. And the cats here are agreeing with this idea because he gave the lives worth remembering. He showed them who they were because they were lost. So my last question for you, will you join our Horror?"

"No," Nightmare spat. "It is wrong and vile."

"Bad choice," Midnight said, ghastly pleasure tainting his words. "You know, you should be more careful who to trust. This isn't a teaching lesson on how to become a better fighter. This is your worst nightmare."

He crouched.

"You are going to kill us?" Hollow asked, backing up. Terror shone dreadfully in her deep eyes.

"You never said anything to offend our leader," Midnight replied, claws clicking against stone as the unsheathed onto the ground. "Your brother should be more careful on he's talking to. But I guess it will be to late."

He flung himself at Nightmare, shrieking a haunting melody. His claws sank into shoulders as he slammed the black tom against the rock. A horrified scream tore from Hollow's lips but she didn't fight.

Nightmare hissed and then spat into Midnight's face. Midnight pulled back his head. His lips trembled with a snarl.

"It's a cruel world, Nightmare. You should have figured that out before deciding to talk with me."

The recruit struggled underneath Midnight for only seconds before he sliced his throat open. He emitted a haunting silent yowl as blood poured from his neck and stained the rock below him. Midnight dropped him with a splash and watched with a smile on his lips as he twitched and thrashed on the stone, scarlet soaking his fur. Finally, Nightmare fell completely motionless, his legs stretched out limply, his eyes wide and clouded with death, and his mouth frozen open, in an eternal scream that would never be heard.

Midnight turned to Hollow, the grin still fastened on his lips. She was still yelling for help, pressed up into the corner of the cave.

"No one will come to you, kitty," he snarled. "Now would you like to face the same fate?"

She stopped shouting and shook her head. "I would like you to face the same fate!" she yowled. It was the first time Midnight had heard her soft voice so delightfully bitter and cold.

"Yes, use that anger and use like it's your destiny. Join us."

Hollow stared at Midnight for minutes, deeply breathing, as if deciding whether or not to agree or pin him to the ground. After that long time, she said. "What choice do I have?"

"Great," growled Midnight playfully. "I could definitely use another spy anyway. Welcome to the Black Horror, Hollow."

I just love death scenes. Do you? I know in some parts of the chapter it was sloppy, but please tell me what you think in review. Love you guys!

~Destiny