Blurry. Bloody. Darkness. That's all I could remember. I looked at my paws, which were stained in blood. My claws were unsheathed, sticky from the dried up blood. Despite the uneasy feeling in my chest, I got up and looked at my surroundings. It was pitch-black. Nothing.

"W-Where am I…?" I called out into the darkness. There was no reply. The harsh, cold reality hit me like a stinging leaf-bare gust- this was the Place of No Stars.

I shook my head. "N-No. It can't be. I was a good cat, wasn't I…?" Pawsteps could be heard from behind me. I turned to see a grizzly golden brown tabby tom. He had a pale glow sticking to his pelt, giving me the impression that he's a StarClan cat.

"Don't be ridiculous, Lapwingstar. Your pride was your downfall." He meowed. The tom narrowed his green eyes. "Now that you're dead, hopefully LightClan will be able to live without a war happening every moon or so."

"No! I was a great leader! I helped strengthen them for the harsh moons to come! I lead them to their new home!" I cried, hoping that the tom would come to reason. He shook his head.

"You almost destroyed LightClan, Lapwingstar." He hissed. "Don't you remember Scrubs and Quince?"

"Lapwingstar, please! That's my brother!" Scrubs, a young former loner yowled. He'd just joined LightClan to protect himself from the other Clans. "Quince didn't mean any harm to you!"

I shook my head. "Quince betrayed his Clan. He had kits with Cherryleaf of BlazeClan. That harms our Clan enough." Scrubs was appalled.

"But you didn't have to make him a prisoner!" Scrubs protested. I almost felt sorry for the young tom. But...the warrior code is the warrior code.

A low growl rumbled in my throat. "So you're saying I shouldn't punish him?" Scrubs nodded vigorously. Sneering, I circled the young ginger tabby tom. "Then I'll resort to punishing you." I quickly leaped for him, my claws unsheathed. Scrubs tried to fight back, but due to his small size, he was defeated quickly.

"P-Please, Lapwingstar!" Scrubs pleaded one last time. Rolling my eyes, I quickly did Scrubs in with a killing bite. The scent of death entered the den.

My claws sheathed and unsheathed like wild. "Maybe I could've let him live…? No. Then there would be no point to punishing Quince emotionally." I padded out of my den, dragging the body of Scrubs out. Cats looked scared and worried. I spat his scruff out of my mouth.

"I-Is Scrubs d-dead?!" Quince wailed from afar.

I narrowed my amber eyes. "Quite so." I muttered. Throwing his body onto the pile, I growled angrily. "This traitor tried to kill me! And right after I was so shaken over one of my most trusted warriors betrayals…" I whipped my head over to Quince, hatred brimming in my eyes and guilt flooding Quince's. "And it's suspicious since the two of you are littermates!" Several cats yowled in agreement.

"Let's kick him out!" A brown tabby warrior named Sungorse hissed.

Her mate Yellowsplotch snarled in agreement. "Those two traitors never should've stepped foot in LightClan!"

"Silence!" I ordered all of them. They all silenced and looked at me. "I've a much better punishment for this one. Kill him." The BlazeClan cats surrounded Quince, ready to taste blood. "LightClan, attack!" Quickly they lunged for Quince, trying to pry open his recent wounds from a MistClan patrol.

"Die, traitor!" Sungorse spat, swiping her paws against Quince's muzzle. The young cat winced and tried to run away from his attacker. But Yellowsplotch jumped in front of him and lunged for Quince's neck. The killing blow landed, putting Quince down once he realized Quince was truly dead. Such pathetic warriors. And here I thought they had some potential.

"And now- LightClan has been purged of the traitors destroying our reputation. Now, we shall rise from the ashes and blaze once more!" I cried, joyful at the two's deaths. Them being dead doesn't bother me. I never liked them anyways.

"You were a murderer at the finest, Lapwingstar." The golden brown tabby tom hissed at me, baring his teeth. "They didn't deserve to die."

I flicked my tail dismissively. "So what? They were in the way. They betrayed my Clan. They betrayed StarClan."

"Just like how Bristleshade betrayed StarClan by "killing" your mate Peachbloom?" He sneered. Bristleshade. That she-cat deserves to rot and fade into nothing here, not me! How could that murderer get into StarClan?

My cats swarmed around me as my Clan defended our territory from those mangy flea-pelts, MistClan. Sungorse and Yellowsplotch were fighting side by side, attacking a large brown tabby tom. Soon the tom was felled, landing on his side. For a second I thought he was knocked out, but then I realized he was dead. At least MistClan won't flourish when LightClan does!

"Lapwingstar." A harsh, cold meow diverted my attention away from the battle. I saw MistClan's leader, Acornstar glaring at me with intensity. "This was a cowardly attack.. Retreat now before I call reinforcements."

"You won't have to. You'll be dead by then anyways." I sneered before leaping for Acornstar. He dodged and tried to attack back at me. I crouched down, ready to fight. Acornstar ran closer to me, his claws unsheathed. Batting at his eyes, I clawed him harder and harder each time.

Acornstar was now blinded. This should be easy, as he is on his last life. Quickly shoving him as hard as I could, I pushed him into the river that was nearby our border. Acornstar flailed in the water, begging for help. Not even I would beg like that for help. Dishonorable coward. Acornstar soon floated down to the bottom, seemingly giving up on surviving. I turned away to see Minnowstep, MistClan's deputy glowering me.

"You fox-heart! You'll pay for this!" She yowled before leaping towards me. Because of her diminutive size, I grabbed her by the scruff and threw her away from me and the river. Once that was over with, I saw a young MistClan warrior named Bristleshade attacking my mate, Peachbloom. I charged over to her to help her as soon as I could.

"Peachbloom!" I roared, ignoring everyone else. Peachbloom will not die in this battle. I won't permit it. Bristleshade and Peachbloom were locked in what seemed like an eternal struggle.

Peachbloom clawed at Bristleshade's pelt, trying to get the young she-cat away from her. Bristleshade was unfazed as she swiped her claws at Peachbloom. Peachbloom jumped back, trying not to get hit.

"Peachbloom, NO!" I yowled while rushing over to them, too late to make a difference. Peachbloom fell down in the lake beside Bristleshade, yowling in terror. I tried to grab her paw, but it Peachbloom couldn't grab on. The hollow feeling in my chest deepened as her blood-curdling screams grew louder.

"I-I didn't…" Bristleshade mewed in horror. I whipped my head to face her, my pelt bristling wildly. She shrunk back in fear.

"You murderer!" I hissed before performing a forepaw blow to her face. Just before I managed to hit her, something seemed to be holding me back. I looked behind myself to see Yellowsplotch glaring at me.

"The battle's been won, Lapwingstar. Don't." He growled. I glowered him while hissing in his face. He seemed unfazed. I stomped past him, my claws still unsheathed.

"LightClan will go for now." I warned the pathetic MistClan warriors. Catching a shaken Bristleshade in my vision, I snarled at her. "We're not finished yet."

"You don't deserve StarClan." The golden brown tom hissed. Quickly I realized who it was. Yellowsplotch. "Peachbloom would be ashamed of you. And she is." Yellowsplotch growled.

I chuckled. "Why should I care anymore? StarClan is overrated anyways." Yellowsplotch hissed at me one more time before stalking away. "Oh please, like I care. Soon you won't have a precious StarClan to run back home to."

Lapwingstar has been sent to the Place of No Stars. He's confused, until a familiar cat from his life reminds him of his nefarious deeds... (Challenge for TorrentClan)