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And there she was. The face that Hollystorm hoped she would never have to see again, eyes glinting with cold, cruel light, claws flashing against the ground, pelt glowing ghostly white in the moonlight.

Frostclaw.

The she-cat's face was twisted into a smirk, as if she was laughing at her own joke, and she bounded forwards, pushing through the crowd, a patrol of rogues, smelling strongly of the twoleg place, poured after her, eyes flashing wickedly in the low light. A snarl rising in her throat, Hollystorm forced her fur to lie flat as the icy-eyed she-cat pushed past her, looking over her shoulder and smirking, hissing in an almost mocking tone of voice.

"I did say I would come back, didn't I?" She spoke, before shooting the dusky warrior a patronizing look. "It's just a shame you'll have to die first!" With that, she flicked her tail and stalked onwards, carving a path through the clan cats, even the senior warriors looking upon Frostclaw with fear in their eyes.

"Frostclaw." Growled Bramblestar, as the she-cat scrambled gracefully up the tree and perched upon a branch, head held high, surveying the clans below her. Hollystorm had to admit that the white cat held a natural posture of leadership, but swiftly shook the thought away.

Blood and death… she reminded herself, fur bristling. That's all she'd bring… She snapped her head up again as Bramblestar spoke.

"You are forbidden here, Frostclaw." He growled in a low voice, eyes blazing with fury that was out of place with his seemingly calm posture. Frostclaw looked up from where she was sitting studying her claws, and smiled; a look of false surprise upon her narrow features.

"Oh yes! Silly me, I forgot! Oh well, I'm here now!" She sheathed her claws again, and surveyed the crowd, eyes narrowed to slits. "But don't expect me to leave soon…" Bramblestar's tabby pelt was spiked up along his spine, along with the other leaders, and fearful whispers rippled across the clan cats.

"Cats of the clans. This concerns no-one but Thunderclan. The rest of you may leave." Cries of outrage exploded into the air.

"You can't tell us what to do!" Duskpaw, who was still sitting beside Hollystorm, burst to his paws and called out defiantly, anger flashing in his eyes. Ospreypaw and Pikepaw seemed equally as furious, but contained their anger to death glares angled up at the exiled she-cat perched upon the leader's branch.

"The rest of you may leave." Frostclaw repeated herself, her voice still smooth and calm, pelt still lying flat, but the last word was forced with persuasion, and the rogues in the clearing turned towards the clan cats, claws sliding out into the ground. One wiry she-cat with fearsome odd-coloured eyes; one amber, one green; glared at her and Duskpaw, fangs bared. The Shadowclan apprentice scooted further away, and, seeing the three clan leaders abandon their posts and summon their clans from the gathering clearing. On their way out, there was an exclamation of surprise from one of the rogues.

"Snow?!" They asked in disbelief, genuine joy shining in their eyes. "I thought you were dead!" The Shadowclan medicine cat looked uncomfortable, and shifted her paws nervously.

"It's Snowpaw now. Please, don't talk to me, Father." The rogue looked hurt, and attempted to follow his daughter from the clearing, but Frostclaw narrowed her eyes.

"Will you be willing to fight your daughter if it comes to it?" She questioned, voice cold and emotionless. The rogues hesitated and glanced away, pelt ruffled. The ghostly she-cat blinked slowly and spoke without a hint of remorse in her voice, pelt still sleek against her muscled frame.

"Kill him." Hollystorm watched in horror as three rogues pounced on their companion without hesitation, screams of terror silenced in mere heartbeats. The rogues pulled away, settling down as if nothing had happened, blood dripping from their jaws, leaving the savaged body of the other rogue lying still on the ground. Snowpaw screamed, and Tawnypelt leapt forwards, seizing her scruff and plucking her from the ground, carrying her sobbing, thrashing form from the island. Meanwhile, Frostclaw watched, face a blank mask, staring down at the scene below her.

"My clan needs more space." She spoke evenly, flicking her tail.

"Clan?!" Spat Cloudtail, springing to his paws, long white fur spiked up along his spine. "More like murder group!" Mutters of agreement passed around the cats, but Frostclaw silenced them with a single glare, her hooked claws slipping out and scraping into the bark of her perch.

"I will give you the chance to give up half of your territory, in exchange for my clan leaving yours alone."

"And what if we don't give up the territory?" Challenged Bramblestar, his eyes flaming with blazing fury. Frostclaw grinned coldly, a murderous smile that sent shivers down Hollystorm's spine.

"Then, we kill you." Anxious whispers escalated into calls of outrage and cries of terror. Seeming to enjoy the chaos, Frostclaw smirked, features distorted into the exact same smile, full of hunger for blood and disaster that often haunted Hollystorm's apprentice dreams.

The smile of Snowtuft, a grin of malice and craving for the feeling of blood underneath their claws.

"How do we know you are telling the truth?" she called out experimentally, and Frostclaw threw back her head and laughed, eyes reflecting no humour, only mocking.

"Then we do this." With that final word, she hurled herself across the tree, barrelling into Bramblestar, who was too startled to fight back, and fell to the ground, tumbling off the branch and slamming into the ground. Frostclaw plunged after him, landing on top of him, raising her paw and slicing deep across the tabby leader's throat, claws raking deep into the flesh, blood pouring out. The tom convulsed, spitting and choking, then was still, eyes dull and blank, breathing slowing to a halt. Frostclaw stepped away, flicking her paw deftly, scarlet splattering onto the ground, the light of the kill still burning in her eyes. Panic exploded inside Hollystorm, and she backed away, chest heaving with laboured breaths.

She can kill a clan leader in heatbeats… The realisation crashed down upon her, and dread filled her as Bramblestar, chest heaving in a shuddering breath, blinked his eyes open, and sat up, voice rasping weakly as he spoke.

"I decline your offer."

A/N: And Frosty is back! I had some great atmosphere noise for this chapter, because about five minutes after I started, this massive thunderstorm started outside, and there was really loud thunder and lightning flashing everywhere! I love storms though, so it was great! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed, and don't forget to review! 400th Reviewer gets a virtual Hollystorm plushie!

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