A/N: This chapter will be told in third person purely for better communication, as if I put this in first person, it'd extend a lot of chapter with repeating themes in each one. It's much better for the movement of this story if it's formatted like this. This chapter is also considerably shorter than my others, sorry! I'll have them back to a longer length in the coming chapters! After this chapter, it will be back to third person limited. And thank you all for showing so much support!
For about a moon, Shadow continued to gather and recruit cats to assist him in his revenge.
Whether it be aggressive rogues, peaceable loners, or even helpless kittypets, Shadow taught them training techniques from the Clans, and how to counter those attacks. He told the others of all the traitorous and malevolent acts of the Clans.
He chose a camp, a decent walk from the outskirts of BrookClan territory. His second-in-command in this group, which he called Vengeance, was Elixir, and she was one of the most valued assets.
The number of cats in the group swelled, until it was just under the average amount in a Clan. Each one of the cats, their minds twisted and bloodthirsty to avenge their leader's exile. There was no medicine cat in the group, although a few loners did have herb knowledge if anything life-threatening ever occurred.
Shadow's name was infamous throughout Twolegplace as a cat who was to be feared and respected.
However, despite his success, Shadow never lost sight of his true ambition: to make BrookClan regret everything.