If The Dark Forest Won

by Hawkpaw of DawnClan

What if the Dark Forest won? What if their recruits didn't betray them? Well, find out here! WARNING: CONTAINS BLOOD, DEATH AND GORE. I probably won't continue this story, depends on the reviews. And I'm not good with writing about the actual Clans, so don't get your expectations high!

4. Chapter 3

Redwillow, Shredtail, and Silverhawk had arrived at the WindClan camp… Or what was left of it.

Bodies were scrambled everywhere, some of DarkClan, some of WindClan, or some of kits murdered by the merciless DarkClan warriors.

A purr rumbled in Silverhawk's throat at the sight of the wrecked camp.

A few DarkClan warriors padded over to greet them, limping and bloodied.

"We've destroyed ThunderClan." Redwillow announced, his eyes shining with evil pride.

"Good. What about RiverClan and ShadowClan?" He asked, Sunstrike, Icewing, Beetlewhisker, and Thornclaw padding up behind him.

"They're destroyed." Shredtail replied, also looking joyful.

"We have succeeded." Hawkfrost purred, waving his tail over the moorland. Dark dead-looking grass was creeping up the hills, and the water was a strange green, sticky looking substance.

"Shredtail, Redwillow, go to the rest of the camps and tell them to go to ThunderClan territory." Hawkfrost ordered, shouldering past the three cats, already making his way down the moorland.