Welcome to the sequel of Warriors: Demon Clans! If you haven't read the first one…hits with plushie go back and read it! This story is a direct continuation and it might be confusing without it! Well for all of you that have read the first one please read on!
The moon was shining into the dense forest. All was silent except for crickets… and a young she-cat's screams, coming from a rotten log. The she-cat yowled. Her kits were coming. For moons she had waited and now her revenge plan could begin. Her revenge against the clans for killing her mate. Next to her was a young tom. He was licking a kit, trying to get its blood going. After the kit squealed the tom got to work on another. The she-cat fell silent. All of her kits had come. The tom realized that only two of the four kits were still alive. The other two were still.
"Let me see them!" hissed the she-cat.
The tom carefully picked up a kit and put in front of the she-cat before doing the same with the other. "The other two are dead," he informed.
The she-cat's claws shot out and slashed the tom on the muzzle. He gave off a sharp yowl but he didn't raise a paw against her. The she-cat turned back to her kits and looked them over. They were like all kits, blind and helpless. "I will call the female Nightpaw and the tom Blackpaw," she decided before brining the kits close so they could feed, "In fact, I think their father would approve of their names."
"Of course they would," agreed the tom, "He probably would." His muzzle was still bleeding and the she-cat looked at him in disgust.
"Go clean your wound," snapped the she-cat.
The tom dipped his head in respect before leaving the log. He had a stash of cobwebs and marigold hidden in a small nook at the base of a tree.
The she-cat smiled at her kits, "Both of you. Your father is watching. Make him proud. Nightpaw. Blackpaw."