Led by the Darkness
Rated T for violence
Prologue
The black warrior's eyes glittered up at his attacker from where he lay panting on the ground.
"They'll drive you out after this," he snarled, "even if I don't make it back alive."
The other cat sneered. "I don't think there's a doubt about your death."
His bone-white face leered in the moonlight like a ghost out of hell.
"I've counted the lives you've lost, Phantomstar. Seven. We both know you won't live."
Phantomstar growled and struggled to his feet.
"You're wrong, Skullclaw. All I have to do is kill you once."
"But can you even do that?"
An enormous black paw emerged from the darkness, clubbing the older cat in the head.
He sprawled in the dewy grass as the blow took his consciousness.
… At first, Phantomstar believed himself truly dead. StarClan stood around him, and all was dark. Only then did he allow himself to lose his composure.
"What have I ever done to incur your wrath?" he snarled, glaring at the silver shapes. "I've held to the warrior code and led my Clan with every ability I possess… Wait! I can't go yet! My kits! How will they… what will happen to them?"
A large white tom stepped forward from the group.
"One greater than you will one day rise to power in you Clan," he said softly.
"When?" Phantomstar growled.
But the glittering felines were silent.
"When?" he yowled again, but they dissolved around him. The next second, he pulled himself to his feet and once again faced his traitorous warrior.
"I may die here," he hissed, "but it doesn't mean I can't take you with me!"
He leapt at the white face, spitting.
The cat ducked, and Phantomstar's claws raked the back of his head, leaving four streaks of blood around each ear.
A moment later, the leader found himself pinned to the ground by a massive, crushing paw. He lashed out at the face still hanging above him. The cat laughed. "Say hello to StarClan—" he broke off, staring into his enemy's golden eyes. They had gone blank.
Phantomstar spoke for the last time.
"A disaster beyond your imagination will occur."
His rival hissed venomously and sank his fangs into the leader's throat. Blood flooded his mouth and he bit deeper, the urge for total victory consuming him.
The warrior padded to a clearing and gazed up at the full moon, Phantomstar's last disturbing prophecy ringing in his mind.
Something was going to happen, but when… ?
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A/N: Violent, I know. I have a vague idea of where I want this story to go, ideas and beta volunteers are welcome! Please R&R!
Phantomfreak07