A/N- Warning! This chapter is quite long! Beware!
Disclamier- I don't own warriors! Okay? Right, now we're agreed, on with Silverpelt's story! Oh, nd when you're finished, review!
Chapter 11
He got up and padded into camp just in time to see Tigerpelt and a band of Shadowclan warriors charge into the camp. They stopped near the entrance.
"Give us the kits." Tigerpelt snarled.
"Why should we?" asked Whitestar, stepping forwards slowly. "After all. They're Thunderclan apprentices. Their mother is dead and so, I'm their only parent left. Shadowclan has no control over them anymore."
Tigerpelt hissed.
The three apprentices backed away, towards their den. The Shadowclan cats charged.
Silverpelt had seen that they consisted of Ripped, Wildwhisker, Firestorm, Spottedbelly, Swifttail, Spiderfoot and Bloodpaw.
Silverpelt noticed that Bloodpaw, a dark ginger she-cat, looked very nervous, as if she didn't like being here at all. Even still, she leapt at Swiftwind and clung onto his back, digging in her claws and biting ferociously.
Silverpelt charged at Spottedbelly, a dark ginger she-cat with black flecks.
He grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and flung her a couple of foxlengths away. She landed on the ground, winded. Icepelt leapt onto her and started scratching her.
Whitestar was fighting Tigerpelt. The pair seemed evenly matched. Suddenly, Whitestar grabbed Tigerpelt and flung him out of the camp entrance. The leader raced out after him.
All of a sudden, Firestorm charged at Silverpelt and bowled him over. The two cats wrestled ferociously on the floor. Silverpelt thought Firestorm was about to get the upper hand when Orangestripe leapt onto the ginger warrior and bit down so hard that Firestorm fled immediately, out of the camp.
Swiftwind had succeeded in grabbing hold of his attacker and he now threw her into the highrock. She collapsed in heap at the bottom. Silverpelt saw that she was still breathing, and so he didn't charge over.
Just then, the Shadowclan deputy, Wildwhisker, shouted out,
"Shadowclan, retreat!"
The enemy cats all turned and raced out of the camp.
But they had left something.
Bloodpaw still lay at the base of the highrock, bleeding badly.
Greystripe walked over to her, growling.
"Get out of here!" he snarled.
"Stop!" said Whitefoot, racing over. "She's badly wounded. She can't go anywhere."
The ginger apprentice moved. Her eyelids flickered.
"Help… me…" she whispered pathetically.
"What do you need help with? Your injuries?" Whitefoot asked.
Bloodpaw shook her head.
"Tigerpelt and... Shadowclan. They are… making me... do... bad... things."
The cats stared at her. Whitestar walked over to her and said,
"You're safe in this clan."
He turned to the rest of his clan.
"Bloodpaw will be a part of Thunderclan now." He turned to look at the apprentice. "Bloodpaw, do you agree?"
"Y… y… yes." she stuttered.
"Very well. As soon as she is a warrior, we shall completely change her name. The traditional rituals have been lost through time but we can change it in that way."
The clan cheered, and so did Bloodpaw.
"Orangestripe, you shall be her mentor."
The she-cat purred.
The clan disbanded and Silverpelt went to the warriors den. This time, when he curled up, he fell fast asleep.
Silverpelt was stood by the river that marked their boundary at fourrocks. He knew he was dreaming and he wondered what this was about. Suddenly, eight shapes rose up from the river, their pelts shining in the moonlight. Silverpelt recognised several of the cats. He saw Redpaw, Brightmane, Patchpaw and Heavyfur. He also saw the dead medicine cats from the other clans.
The final shape stepped up to the front of the group. It was a cat he recognised easily. It was Silverfire.
His mother stepped forwards and said,
"Silverpelt, the beast is beginning to tighten It's grip on the forest. You must stop it. Starclan has taken these cats to help you. Your clan is in the most danger, my darling."
She stepped up and brushed him. She felt warm and smelled sweet. She looked at him directly.
"Save them."
The Starclan cats began to fade. Silverpelt cried out,
"Don't leave me! I don't know what to do!"
But they were gone.
Suddenly, his mother crept back into focus again.
"The next thing you see will be a dream of Redpaw's. He never got a chance to find out what it means, but you will."
Silverpelt's eyes opened wide with fear as he saw two cats attacked by a large dark shape. He scrabbled backwards, panting hard.
The world around him began to fade and Silverpelt was left in darkness.
He opened his eyes.
It was dawn.
He felt tired. He got up and walked out of the den. The message was nagging at him all the time. He wanted to do something to take his mind off it. Icepelt was a warrior now, so he couldn't take her out training. But maybe she'd go out hunting with him. He saw her and Mousewhisker, her sister, sat in the clearing. He glanced up at the sky. He could see a sliver of the sun peering over the horizon. He looked away quickly as it stung his eyes.
"You can talk now." he said.
The new warriors let out sighs of relief.
"Icepelt?" he asked carefully.
"Yes?" she meowed, looking up at him.
"Would you like to go hunting with me?"
"Of course!" she cried, springing to her paws.
She raced out of camp so fast that Silverpelt was startled and struggled to keep up.
"Wait!" he shouted, but she couldn't hear him.
He chased her over a stream and past the tree where they often found squirrels. She raced across the bare patch of ground that had once caught fire and dodged around the massive clump of nettles that had once hidden a large colony of rats. Silverpelt ran after her and leapt over an old badger set and a piece of foxdung. They both swerved around a large boulder and a small clump of yew.
All of a sudden, as they sprinted past the clawed tree, Silverpelt smelt something terrible. He barely recognised it at first, but when he identified it, it made his whole body tremble with fear.
It was the stench of dog.
"Icepelt! I smell dog!" he shouted, but it was too late. She was too far ahead and could not hear him. Suddenly, a large black dog crashed out of the bushes ahead of them. Icepelt scrabbled to a halt and shrieked,
"Dog!"
She dodged as a massive paw swiped down at her head. She turned and rocketed past Silverpelt. The dog howled and gave chase. Silverpelt twisted round and fled for his life.
The two cats sprinted through the undergrowth. Silverpelt spotted the badger set he had passed earlier.
"Down here!" he cried, sprinting inside. Icepelt turned and followed him. The dog stopped at the entrance. It sniffed around. Silverpelt wondered if the badger stench had disguised the smell of him and Icepelt. Then the dog howled and began to claw away at the earth around the entrance. Obviously it hadn't hidden their scent.
The dog was getting closer. The two cats backed down the tunnel but the dog was closing in. Icepelt bumped into the back wall. There had been a cave-in. That must have been why the set was abandoned.
The dog's front paw almost brushed Icepelt's ear. She squashed herself down and whimpered. Silverpelt turned and tried to dig further into the tunnel. It was useless. Solid rock had fallen, not just soil. The dog brushed Icepelt's whiskers and it howled, it's digging becoming more frantic, it was nearing it's goal. Icepelt's eyes were wide with fear. She cowered back and pressed down, close to the floor. Silverpelt didn't know what to do. He couldn't just do nothing though. The dog's claw touched Icepelt's side. In a mere second it would be on her and she would be stone dead.
Silverpelt leapt, claws unsheathed and landed on the dog's face. It backed out of the set, flinging it's head from side to side. Icepelt bolted for it, rushing away to get help. Silverpelt clung on tightly. If he let go, he would be savaged to death.
He dug his claws in tighter. The dog swung it's paws up around it's face. A claw raked down Silverpelt's back. Pain flared up and he cried out. His grip loosened and he fell.
Silverpelt hit the ground with a thud. He lay limp, too weak to move. The dog stared at him for a moment then it howled and picked him up loosely in it's jaws. Silverpelt hoped that if he stayed limp, it would think he was dead. He didn't know if this was a good or bad thing to do, but if he acted alive, he would definitely end up dead.
The dog trotted back the way it had come. Silverpelt heard the sound of a twoleg shouting. It was blundering through the forest towards the dog. It cried out when it saw it and bolted forwards. The dog ran towards it. The twoleg stopped when it saw Silverpelt. It stared at him, it's mouth hanging open. Then it stepped forwards and took Silverpelt out of the dog's mouth. The dog was wagging it's tail madly. Then the twoleg shouted at the dog and hit it hard. It whimpered and backed away. The twoleg held something up in it's front paw. Silverpelt had seen similar things before attached around a dog's neck and around kittypets, cats owned by twolegs. This one had a gap in it.
It must have broken, Silverpelt thought.
The twoleg lay Silverpelt on the ground. It walked over to the dog, dropped the broken object, pulled something out from a strange thing on it's back and clamped the new object around the dog's neck. It attached a long thing that looked like a flexible branch to the new object and pulled the dog away with it. They were walking away towards Shadowclan territory, back towards the twoleg nest.
Silverpelt was still too weak to move and he was losing blood fast. He heard cats coming near, but he couldn't cry out. They crossed nearby, heading to the badger set. Silverpelt just managed to tilt his head in their direction and saw a trail of blood leading to where he lay. He heard the cats wail and saw them rushing towards him. Then exhaustion over came him and he blacked out.
Icepelt saw Silverpelt lying ahead, and not moving. She raced forwards even faster, her friends were having a hard time keeping up. Mousewhisker was running at her side, with Whitefoot and Brokenpaw behind. Then Brokenpaw slowed down. He was trailing behind.
"Almost there!" she cried. This gave him hope and he caught up.
They raced into the clearing where Silverpelt lay. Whitefoot ran forwards and checked he was breathing. His chest was rising and falling, but it was very hard to see. Silverpelt was very weak. Whitefoot was pointing out different things to Brokenpaw and demonstrating different techniques, but none of them were working. Brokenpaw looked around and saw some cobwebs on a bush. He ran over and grabbed them, then returned and put them on Silverpelt's wound.
"Well done." praised Whitefoot.
They picked him up and began to carry him back to camp.
It was sundown by the time they got back. They dragged him into the medicine cats den and laid him down in his usual nest.
Icepelt and Mousewhisker left. The medicine cat took something from a pile in the corner. Whitefoot pressed it onto one of Silverpelt's wounds then turned to his apprentice.
"I need to go to the Moonpool tomorrow night. You will come too."
"Why?" asked Brokenpaw.
"It's time you had a medicine cat name."
"Can I make a suggestion?" asked Brokenpaw, looking at his mentor.
"I would like to be able to give you a choice." replied Whitefoot calmly. "But which would you choose? Brokenheart, Brokennose or Brokentail?"
"Um.." answered Brokenpaw, nervously, "I would most like Brokennose."
"Not Brokenheart?" asked Whitefoot, apparently surprised by his apprentice's answer.
"No. She did not die of that. That I'm sure of."
"So, is it Brokennose because of Redpaw?"
"I know you were going to call him that, so I would like that as my name, for him."
The two cats sat in the den, watching Silverpelt slowly breathing as the sun rose high in the sky, then sank slowly back to earth.
As the sun rose the next day, the dawn patrol returned to camp. The clan were mostly sitting in the clearing, with the exception of Silverpelt, Whitefoot and Brokenpaw. Greystripe, who had been leading the dawn patrol, raced over to Whitestar as soon as he came in through the entrance. He spluttered something to his leader and Whitestar's expression looked completely shocked and angry. He sped over to the highrock and leapt up onto it. He didn't even bother with the usual calling, he just shouted,
"Come here!"
As the clan gathered he began to announce the news.
"I've just heard some shocking news from Greystripe. As they patrolled the border with Shadowclan, they met a Shadowclan patrol. They were informed that Wildwhisker died in a border fight with Riverclan over Mouserocks. Her replacement is…"
He trailed away, unable to bring himself to share this terrible news with his clan. Finally he summoned up enough courage to tell them.
"Her replacement is… Tigerpelt." he finished.
The whole clan gasped. Orangestripe, who had been talking to Tawnypelt before the patrol had returned, sprang up onto her paws and cried,
"We can't let that traitor be deputy!"
More cries rose up from the assembled cats. Whitestar had to shout to be heard.
"There is nothing Thunderclan can do!"
A silence struck the camp.
After a while, Thistlepaw put in,
"We could attack them. Join up with Windclan and Riverclan. They would both be opposed to Shadowclan now."
The clan silently nodded. Whitestar gazed across the clearing with a worried expression. Finally he gave in and said,
"Very well. The meeting is over. I wish to speak to Greystripe in my den."
He leapt off the rock and waited for Greystripe by its base. As the clan broke up and the cats went away to their different spots, Greystripe walked over to his leader and the pair trotted into the leaders den.
When they were inside, Whitestar sat down. He looked sad and scared. Greystripe's heart raced. It must be bad if his leader was so worried.
Finally, Whitestar spoke.
"I… I… I don't know what to do, Greystripe."
He began trembling.
Greystripe walked up to his leader and rubbed his head against his shoulder, trying to comfort him. He sat down and said,
"What is it?"
Greystripe didn't know why his leader was so worried. All they were going to do was get the help of Windclan and Riverclan to drive out Tigerpelt.
"I don't know if Riverclan will help us."
"Why not?" asked Greystripe, confused. "They will. They want Mouserocks back. Shadowclan killed Mousestar."
"But this is not a border fight. This is driving out Tigerpelt. They were silent at the gathering when we and Windclan jeered. They might think we are being unjust."
Greystripe understood. Riverclan might help Shadowclan. Then they may have a problem.
Whitestar spoke again.
"Cats will die, Greystripe. Our cats. This battle is not yet over. And even if we drive him out, it won't be over until he is dead. I can't risk losing any more of our clan."
Greystripe saw his leader's worry. He wondered if the clan would be so supportive if they really knew the risks. He thought about the dangers to the cats after the battle. Shadowclan may attack the camp. And then Tawnypelt and the kits may be at risk.
"I must go to the Moonpool." said Whitestar. "But I will have to wait until tomorrow. Whitefoot and Brokenpaw are going today."
He rose up onto his paws and walked out of his den. Greystripe stood up and followed. He watched as Whitefoot and Brokenpaw prepared to leave. He heard them give instructions to Orangestripe on what to do in various situations with Silverpelt. They walked over to Whitestar.
"We are going now." said Whitefoot.
Whitestar nodded and the two cats turned and walked out of the camp.
Brokenpaw was very nervous. He had not been to then Moonpool before. He wondered what name Starclan would give him. As they walked along the border of Windclan and Riverclan, they smelt a patrol approaching. It was Windclan. Brokenpaw smelt Rainnose, Thornpaw and Ferneyes. They were downwind of the patrol but they soon caught up and met the cats.
"Thunderclan!" shrieked Rainnose, unsheathing her claws and hissing.
"Calm down." soothed Ferneyes. "Whitefoot is a medicine cat and we know Redpaw died. Is this your new apprentice?"
Whitefoot nodded.
"This is Rainnose's apprentice, Thornpaw." said Ferneyes.
The apprentice nodded. The Windclan patrol moved on and the medicine cat and apprentice continued through the moorland. Soon, they reached a small clearing, surrounded by bushes. They stepped through and Brokenpaw saw a shimmering pool of water. It was nearly sundown by now and the two cats sat near the bushes and watched the sun sink slowly down and the sky turn dark. Brokenpaw watched as the first star of Silverpelt appeared in the sky. As if on a cue, Whitefoot stood up and walked over to the water. Brokenpaw followed him and watched as he lapped at the water and lay down. Brokenpaw copied and was shocked as a feeling of intense cold passed over him and he fell down.
Darkness crept in quickly.
It surrounded Brokenpaw then cleared and he found himself gazing at a vast expanse of shimmering water, stretching out as far as he could see. He looked down at his paws and saw that he was sitting on very fine yellow soil.
Sand, he thought.
He looked out at the thin black line in the middle of his vision, where the water and sky touched. He saw the sun dip under the line, into the water. The water was stained bright red, and so was the sky. Brokenpaw shivered. As the darkness crept down and filled the sky, Brokenpaw felt it get colder. Suddenly, several shapes slipped out of the shimmering water. They sat down infront of him. He saw a familiar cat at the front. "Redpaw!" he cried out.
The cat nodded.
"Greetings, Whitefoot, Brokenpaw." he said. Brokenpaw looked across and saw Whitefoot sat on his left.
"You have chosen my replacement then." continued Redpaw.
"Yes. Brokenpaw is my apprentice." replied Whitefoot.
"Very well." Redpaw turned to look at Brokenpaw. Brokenpaw's fur prickled and he felt as if every inch of him was being scrutinised.
"Brokenpaw." said Redpaw. "You wish to be a medicine cat apprentice?"
Brokenpaw didn't know the exact words, so he followed what they said in the normal rituals.
"I do." he replied.
"Then Starclan give you your medicine cat name. Brokenpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Brokenmoon."
Brokenmoon was shocked. He didn't know what to say. His name sounded so powerful. Was it a prophecy?
He bowed and the cats faded away. Darkness closed in again and his eyes opened.
He looked around. All he could see was the Moonpool infront of him and Whitefoot to his left. But he felt different. He wasn't the same cat anymore. He wondered if Redpaw had felt like this when he had become Whitefoot's apprentice.
"Brokenmoon…" he said.
"Nice name." commented Whitefoot.
Brokenmoon jumped. He span around and gazed at his new mentor with wonder. He was afraid of the things he'd seen and the name he'd been given.
"Were you there? On the sand, with Redpaw?" he asked.
"Yes." Whitefoot replied.
Brokenmoon sighed, then turned and walked through the bushes, back along the border, with Whitefoot by his side. Heading home.
Silverpelt twitched.
In his head he could see so many different things.
He could see images of the dog, Orangestripe, his mother, Frostfeather, Swiftwind at the Gathering, Lionfur, the dead Brightmane, Patchpaw leaving camp, Heavyfur crying out when her son was made Lionfur's apprentice, Firestorm attacking him, Leopardstorm's plan, Lionfur's dead body, Redpaw's death, Brokenpaw replacing him, seeing Shadowmask die and her kits become Thunderclan apprentices.
He thought it must all be linked somehow, but he couldn't work out what connected these events.
Suddenly, he saw something else.
A giant tiger leapt at him from out of the darkness. He screeched but he could not move. The beast filled his vision.
Silverpelt sat up. He was panting hard. He looked around at where he was. He sighed. He was in the medicine cats den. His back stung but he was okay.
He forced himself to his paws and staggered out of the den. It was just after dawn. The camp wasn't very active. Cats would be on patrol or out hunting. He spotted Whitestar sitting next to the highrock and walked over to him. His leader looked up and purred when he saw Silverpelt staggering across the clearing.
"Greetings." he said.
"How long have I been asleep?" asked Silverpelt.
"You were brought back into camp the day before yesterday." replied Whitestar.
"Where's Whitefoot and Brokenpaw?"
"Out gathering supplies. And he's Brokenmoon now. Not Brokenpaw."
"Well done to him." said Silverpelt.
"Now, I need to think of a warrior name for Bloodpaw."
"So soon?" asked Silverpelt, shocked.
"She was ready to become a warrior anyway. We only just saved her. Any suggestions?"
"Well, how about Roseeyes?"
"Perhaps that would be a good name. Yes, she would like that." he meowed thoughtfully.
"Personally, I would go for Firecloud.
He stood up and turned to face the entrance. "Ah. Here she comes now."
Bloodpaw was returning into camp with her mentor, Orangestripe and Swiftwind. Whitestar leapt up onto the highrock and called the clan.
They gathered beneath the highrock, looking confused.
"I, Whitestar, leader of Thunderclan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend her to you as a warrior in her turn."
He looked at Bloodpaw.
"Bloodpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend this clan, even at the cost of your life?"
Bloodpaw was shaking with fear, but then she realised why he was doing this and said,
"I do."
Then by the powers of Starclan, I give you your warrior name. Bloodpaw, from this moment you will be known as Roseeyes. Starclan honours your determination and strength, and we welcome you as a full warrior of Thunderclan."
The clan cheered her new name,
"Roseeyes! Roseeyes!"
Roseeyes purred. Her eyes were full of gratitude. Silverpelt walked over to her and said,
"Times will be getting harder, I hope your new name brings you strength for the difficulties ahead."
He licked her ear then walked back to the medicine cats den. He curled up in what he had come to know as his nest.
Just then, Whitefoot padded into the den. He purred when he saw that Silverpelt was awake.
"You spend too much time in here." he said.
Silverpelt smiled.
"But I reckon it's my company that stops you from going mad!"
Both cats purred loudly. Suddenly, Brokenmoon walked in. He purred at the sight of Silverpelt awake and said,
"Have you heard what my name is?"
"Yes, Brokenmoon." said Silverpelt. He was slightly unnerved by Brokenmoon. He seemed different. He could quite work out why though.
"You've healed up well. I think you can return to the warriors den now, although you can't leave the camp for a few more days." Brokenmoon told him.
Then Silverpelt realised what had changed about him. Brokenmoon was far more mature than he ever was before. Nodding, Silverpelt rose to his paws and walked out of the den. He stopped in the middle of the clearing and stretched his legs, a shaft of sunlight warming his body and making his pelt shine.
Silverpelt walked over to where Icepelt and Mousewhisker were sat. They purred when they saw him and Icepelt stood up, rubbing herself against Silverpelt when he stopped. They sat down and Silverpelt asked,
"How are you?"
"I'm fine." replied Icepelt, "Don't forget, I'm a fast runner!"
The trio laughed and continued to talk as the sun rose up to the top of the sky. But then Orangestripe and Swiftwind apparently returned from hunting.
Orangestripe had left soon after her apprentice had had her warrior ceremony. She had gone out hunting but had found something else too. She had crept forwards through some bracken after she had smelled something up ahead. She had looked over the crest of a small hill and seen two cats in a clearing. One of them had been Swiftwind. He had been leaning over the body of a dead cat. Two little kits lay beside him, mewing pitifully. Orangestripe had slowly padded into the clearing and had sat down beside the young warrior.
"She's dead, Orangestripe." he had said, "Ferneyes is dead."
She had stared at the dead queen for a while then stood up. Swiftwind's gaze never left Ferneyes as Orangestripe had picked up one of the two kits. She had indicated that he picked up the other one. He had done and the two cats had slowly returned to camp.
They padded through the entrance and into the clearing. All the clan had turned to look at them. Orangestripe put her kit down and said,
"These are Swiftwind's kits."
She picked hers up again and took it to the nursery. Swiftwind followed. Tawnypelt looked up as the two cats entered. She eyed the kits suspiciously and asked.
"Who's are these kits?"
"I will not hide the truth from you," Orangestripe said, putting her kit down again. "These kits belong to Ferneyes of Windclan. Swiftwind is the father."
"Then Windclan should care for them!" protested Tawnypelt.
"Ferneyes lies dead in the forest." meowed Orangestripe.
Tawnypelt's eyes filled with sorrow and compassion.
"Give them here." she said. Orangestripe and Swiftwind put their kits in the nest and Tawnypelt nudged them towards her belly. They began feeding instantly.
"What are their names?" Tawnypelt asked.
Swiftwind looked down at the kits. They were both female. One of them was pale grey with dark flecks and the other was a silvery white. They both looked almost like their parents. He pointed to the pale grey kit that looked so much like Ferneyes.
"That one is Fernkit." he said, "The other is Windkit."
Tawnypelt nodded and said,
"You should leave now."
The two cats turned and walked out of the nursery. Once outside, Swiftwind shouted,
"She shouldn't have died!"
Orangestripe tried to calm him down but he shoved her away and raced out of the camp.
The clan was stunned.
"He's gone to find her body." said Orangestripe.
"Who's body?" asked Greystripe suspiciously.
"Ferneyes of Windclan."
The clan gasped, but Whitestar shook his head and said,
"What's done is done. He has learnt his lesson."
Orangestripe nodded and said,
"He has named the kits Fernkit and Windkit. Tawnypelt is looking after them as the mother has died."
Whitestar nodded and the cats turned away. Many began chatting to each other about this recent revelation. Orangestripe turned and went over to get some fresh-kill. Somehow, she didn't believe that Swiftwind would ever return to Thunderclan.
Icestar stared at what was happening infront of him. The camp was awash with fighting, screeching cats and the ground was stained with blood. All of a sudden, half the cats of Shadowclan had turned on the other half. He didn't know what was going on. He heard a growl behind him. Icestar spun around to see his deputy, Tigerpelt, snarling at him. The cat leapt and bowled him over, pinning him to the ground with razor sharp claws. Tigerpelt's teeth were only inches away from his neck.
"I'm in charge now." snarled Tigerpelt. "I'm only going to keep you alive to stand on the rock at Gatherings and perform the ceremonies. But soon, if the plan works, we won't need you at all."
"What plan?" asked Icestar, nervously.
"I was originally going to come here, be deputy and take control of Riverclan. The first few parts went right. By killing Frostear, Mousestar could not be saved and the spineless she-cat, Froststar, was made leader. I was banished from Thunderclan and due to a few important 'friendships' with a few of your cats, I joined this clan and became deputy. Then it went wrong. Lionfur was going to kill Whitestar, take over Thunderclan and join them with me, but she died. Brightmane was supposed to get himself banished and join Windclan. Convert a some of their warriors to my cause and take control. But he died too. So now I have a new plan. I am going to take control of this clan and then conquer the entire forest with sheer force. I will sweep across this land and hold it in my clutches! Any cats who oppose or disobey me shall die!"
"You're a manic!" screeched Icestar.
Tigerpelt dug his claws in tighter and snarled,
"If I didn't need you alive, you would have died ages ago!"
"And what will you do once you have control of all four clans?" Icestar asked.
"I will create one giant clan where I am in charge and we do not need the warrior code, or Starclan!"
Just then, Swifttail, one of Icestar's cats cried out,
"Look! Tigerpelt has Icestar! We cannot win!"
The fighting stopped and Icestar's loyal cats seemed to surrender.
"Good." said Tigerpelt, looking down at the cats. "Firestorm, Spottedbelly, keep a constant watch on this spineless lump of fur. I am in charge now!"
The traitors cheered and Icestar's cats huddled together. Firestorm strode forwards and grabbed his leader by the scruff of his neck. He dragged him into his den. Spottedbelly got up and followed.
Tigerpelt swept his gaze over his new clan. Conquest of it had been easier than he had thought.
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