NOTE: I don't own anything warriors and only one of the characters. All credit given in the Allegiances section.

Each section is a different character or group that will appear in Forestclan's future.

I was listening to "Nightmare" and "Hail to the King" by Avenged Sevenfold. Look up DrakynWyrm's speed-paint called "Warrior cat villains… (Re-redone-2015 Version)" on YouTube. That's how I found the songs.

The sequel officially has a name. Look for "Reviving Blood" around January.

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Chapter 35: Darkness Coming

Thunder rumbled as the Twoleg carriage pulled into the castle. Amber eyes watched from the safety of the trees. A cold smile touched the white lips as the Twoleg leader stepped out. A massive dog followed right behind. Claws could be seen as lightning cracked across the black sky. A hiss escape the tom's throat as a pure white cat leaped to the ground. Amber eyes studied the new cat. He was familiar. Then the memory came back.

Poppy!

A snarl pulled at the hidden cat's face. Those claws ripped through the bark of the trunk. So Trenton had managed to find the white tom. This cat knew that Poppy was the fastest cat ever to walk this section of the world. Maybe somewhere in the world there was a cat to match him but here? The tom spat angrily. He leaped to the forest floor and bounded away. So much for attacking Trenton. An image flashed in the tom's eyes. His mentor. The cat that taught him to hate everyone but his followers. The cat Trenton had tried to murder. Now he was gone. His eyes narrowed as his claws dug into the dirt. Poppy was the reason the cat had been driven away. Now he was back while his mentor was somewhere out there, alone and wounded.

"I promise to avenge you, mentor," the tom whispered to the stars. "I'll tear both of them apart for all they did to you. I swear!"

A cold voice echoed in his ears, "Don't waste your energy on them. They are nothing. Trenton took everything from me when he captured me. Poppy took my chance at victory. His claws tore through my throat. But there is another way to get revenge."

The tom spun around. There, sitting calmly before him, was Oak. His brown coat was faint but those amber eyes were still strong and bright. A cold snarl pulled at his face. Lifting his head, Oak revealed the three scars cutting across his throat. His apprentice and follower snarl at the wound. So his mentor, the cat he saw as a father, was dead! The cat stepped into the moonlight. The light turned his autumn red fur silver. His white muzzle was crinkled in a snarl. A white chest turned into a sandy color as it reached his stomach. Brown paws were planted firm. Oak smiled at him, a dark purr rumbling in his throat.

"What must I do?" the tom growled.

Oak replied calmly, "For now, wait. Poppy made friends and new family farther north. However, time is running for them. He only delayed the inevitable by letting Trenton take him away. Soon all of Forestclan will be within your grasp. When that time comes," those black claws raked through the air, "you will tear apart. Now go, my apprentice, and gather my army. Blood will soon be your drink."

"It will be done," the tom replied, bowing his head.

An ash-gray cat raced through the trees. Evidence of an ancient fire could be seen on the trees where the fire had tried to burn. Now these trees were dead. The ground was still black. Green eyes narrowed as he spotted smoke up ahead. A smile pulled at his lips. He leaped onto several rocks. This was the defensive barrier for his group's camp. Soon he could see within.

Several cats were walking around, chatting lazily. Others were fighting over a few scraps of food. The youngest members were being trained. Every cat here but the very youngest had burns of some kind. It came from living so close to a deadly enemy. But, with care, said enemy could be one's greatest ally. His green eyes spotted the cause of the smoke. Fire. His family's ally and weapon against others. That smile grew. His news would mean that the ally would soon be unleashed. Two cats were tossing sticks into the flames. They had to keep it burning. Without it, they would surely die.

The tom dipped his head to the guards. Both cats stepped aside so he could pass. Only scouts and the second-in-command were allowed up this path of rock. It led to the leader's den. The tom scratched at the outside rock. He softly called into the den. The leader was not the nicest cat when being woken up this late at night. This news, however, would be worth it. A cold voice called for him to enter.

The scout entered the den. Icy blue eyes glared at him as he padded forward. An orange flicked, telling the scout to stop where he was. The ash-gray did so and bowed low. A sickening smell came to his nose. The smell of burning flesh. It came from his old leader's mouth. Raspy breath grated in those gray ears. A burnt paw curled over the edge of the leader's nest. Blood could be seen on it. Someone had recently aroused his anger. That someone was probably long gone by now.

A cold voice came to his ears, "What do you have to report?"

"I have travelled farther east and northward, as per your instructions," the tom meowed, his tone submissive. "What I found was a war between a Clan of cats and Twolegs."

He paused, waiting for further orders. His leader growled, "And I care why?"

"One cat surrendered his freedom to the Twoleg in exchange for the Clan's freedom. As the Clan vanished back into their forest, I saw them. Two cats that should be dead. Two former members of the Cinders," the tom growled.

Claw glinted the moonlight that poured into the den. Those icy blue eyes gained a new fire that hadn't been seen for moons. The leader sat up in his nest. Those eyes never felt the scout, "Which cats did you see?"

"An off-white tom with unruly fur and black stripes covering his face and back. The other was younger. A red tom with short, curly fur and a white muzzle and underbelly," the scout replied, his tone confident. He had been careful with his observations.

A growl came to his ears, "Bad enough there is another group that could challenge us but they have taken in two of our enemies. Hmm…Tiger…never thought I would hear from you again. Didn't think you survived our attack. Then again, I saw told that kit had died as well. No matter. None of the Cinders may be left alive. Alert our brothers and sisters.

It is war!"

A jet black she-cat studied the forest before her. She had just come over the mountains. Word had reached her of a fierce group of cats. A Clan. She smiled at the forest. Her jagged fangs glinted in the sunlight. Her tail lashed with pleasure. This was going to be fun. She had been looking for a challenge for a while now. Her claws raked through the rock under her paws. Dried blood had plastered various colored furs to her jagged claws. She never bothered to clean them. It was like a trophy collection. Proof of her power. Proof of her skill.

The plastered fur also reminded her of those she had killed before.

Easily she bounded down the mountains. Twolegs had been fighting a war with cats for several moons now. This Clan was going to be reeling. That was perfect for her. She could already taste new blood in her mouth. Her emerald green eyes shined with pleasure. Rumors said this Clan was quite large. That meant many new opportunities. That meant many more new trophies to collect. A snarl of pleasure appeared on her lips.

This was going to be fun.

After all, killing was the best sport out there.

A white she-cat with small black spots on her back and sides was laying on a large stone. Both of her front paws were black. A dark gray tail-tip flicked with pleasure. Behind her was a dead she-cat. Flies were already starting to take advantage of the free meal. Those ice blue watched the crevice below her. Her claws sheathed and unsheathed slowly. A low rumble echoed in her stomach. She pushed it away with a flick of her right ear. Food was not far away. She just had to be patient.

Her heart soared as small meows could be heard. Slowly she pulled her body into a crouch. It was almost time. A litter of three kits appeared from the crevice. Their small eyes looked around in fear. They didn't know where their mother was. A brown tom-kit pulled himself out first. His blue-gray brother quickly followed. A white tom with brown stripes squeaked for them to wait up. The last kit, a sand-ginger she-cat with pale tan stripes and white paws, called for them to come back. Something was not right to her. The she-cat on the rock smiled. That was an instinct all the kits would have done well to listen to.

None of them saw her coming until it was too late. Her pounce crushed the blue-gray tom's neck. Her claws cut the throat of the white tom. The she-kit cried out it alarm, diving back into the safety of the den. The brown tom-kit tried to run safety. A paw on his tail stopped him. His amber eyes stared up into those ice blue eyes. The she-cat gave him a small smile. Her tongue ran through his fur. A soft, melodious purr echoed around him. Slowly his trembling relaxed. It was if he was hypnotized by that purr. The she-cat rolled him over, still purring softly.

Her voice came to the she-kit hidden in the den, "Everything is alright, young kit. You don't have to worry about anything ever again."

The she-kit trembled as her brother screeched in agony. The sound of crunching bone came to her ears. She turned and crawled through the escape hole. Her mother had told the kits about a Clan of cats nearby. If they were ever in danger, they were to run for them. The Clan would protect them. They would protect her. Tears poured down her cheeks as she pulled herself out the other end of the hole. The rock that blocked the entrance clattered down the small hill. The she-kit's green eyes locked onto the trees a distance before her. Her white paws quickly raced in that direction. She had to make it. She had to live for her dead brothers.

She had to escape the murderous she-cat that killed her family.

But no one knew of the threats approaching the forest. No one but one could see the black claws circling around the Clan that was mourning the loss of their deputy.

Welcome the enemies of Forestclan! They all will appear in the sequel.