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Lionstorm: The Mastermind

A cat lives two lives. One while he is with his Clan and fights daily battles and struggles through the seasons. The second is after he dies and goes to StarClan. There is no more battles, fighting for prey, or starving through leaf-bare. There is also no change.

Lionstorm enters StarClan as one of ThunderClan's best warriors. But, he misses the excitement and battles from his first life and is determined to have things his way.

A handsome golden tom stood at a grove of trees that marked the edge of StarClan territory. Lionstorm looked behind himself and into the expanse of open sky. The star twinkled in the distant sky where the recently moved SkyClan now lived.

His eyes were drawn away from the star when a rustling came from inside the trees. A tom's voice came from behind a bush. "I don't care if he is cute, Shadow. He is from my Clan, and I will be the one to welcome him into StarClan."

A she-cat's voice pipped up next, "Do whatever you want, but he is welcomed to see me anytime. Strong warriors are always welcomed to see me. Make sure you tell him."

A loud sigh ruffled the leaves on the bushes, and a light ginger tom walked out of them. He looked surprised when he saw Lionstorm already standing at the edge of StarClan.

"Oh hello Lionstorm," he said awkwardly. "Did you hear me talking to Shadow? She isn't normally like that. I think she might have gotten into Rainsong's supply of catmint."

Lionstorm nodded silently and shifted from foot to foot. He looked down and his paws that had yet to be marked with the glittering stars that were given to warriors accepted into StarClan.

The tom looked down at his paws. "I'm so sorry, my old age must be really getting to me. I'm usually right on this sort of stuff."

"It is alright, um..." Lionstorm racked his brain in search of this tom's name. He didn't remember seeing him at any Gathering or even in his Clan.

The tom smiled, "The name is Thunder. I was the founder of the best Clan in the forest: ThunderClan. And, I can see that you are wanting your stars, right?"

Lionstorm nodded frantically. He was in complete awe that the silly tom in front of him the fabled leader of ThunderClan. "Yes, Thunder." he said with his head bowed out of respect.

"Than let the stars hear my wishes. Lionstorm has lived his life by the warrior code, and he is deserving of StarClan. Let us mark him as one of us, so he can feast in the plains of the Light Forest."

His words seemed to echo across time a space.

A cluster of star seemed to hover together and slowly get larger and larger. Lionstorm strained his eyes for a closer look to what was happening. Soon the light was so bright, he had to close his eyes to prevent the burning. Thunder just stood calmly in the center of the blaze.

All of a sudden, a short pain burst through Lionstorm's body, forcing his eyes opened. When the black spots disappeared, he saw stars shining on his pelt. A smile lite up on his face.

"Now that you got your stars," smiled Thunder, "I can take you into StarClan. I know they are waiting for you. Your death made them all start crying."

His death, his beautiful mate who was alive and would probably live many, many more moons. She would probably have another mate by the time she reached StarClan. He didn't want to think about it and pushed the negative thought to the back of his mind.

It helped that hundreds of cats were sitting in the clearing. Some had stars that shown as bright as his while some where becoming so thin you could almost see through them. They seemed to float towards him like fog blowing in the wind.

"Hello Lionstorm," said a pale brown she-cat. "My name is Wind, founder of WindClan. We have waited for you arrival into the Light Forest. It has taken longer than we expected."

"I'm sorry for the delay. I f I knew I was expected, I would have told Thunder to hurry up." He still couldn't believe the founders of the Clans were interested in him.

"Well," said Wind. "Whitefang has decided to show you around StarClan's hunting grounds. She is the best guide I could give you."

An almost completely translucent she-cat stepped forward. "Hello Lionstorm. I am Whitefang, WindClan's former deputy. I have been given the honor to shown you around the territory I have been walking for too long."

Lionstorm nodded to the she-cat and smiled at her. A warrior standing behind Whitefang smiled and waved through the translucent body. The ThunderClan warrior let out a small chuckle when he saw that.

"We have a lot to see, so we should get going. You can talk to that obnoxious RiverClan warrior later. River just can't keep track of his cats. They are really getting wild the way they keep taking all the fresh-kill." complained Whitefang, her voice on monotone.

Curiosity was killing him, so he gathered the nerve to ask the question. "What do you guys do here all day? Is there training or fighting or anything?" He had yet to see any of the StarClan cats do anything. They were all just sitting there.

Whitefang look appalled that Lionstorm mention this. "We spend out entire lives fighting useless battles that could be avoided. When we get to StarClan, we are given a life to relax. We fill the days with sitting by the river, talking with friends, and doing a little hunting."

The golden tom looked down at his paws. His days would be spent in boredom; all his friends were still living out their lives in the Clans below. No one would talk to him.

He paid no attention the rest of the tour. Whitefang was easy to drown out, and her voice soon blended in with the constant chirping of the crickets.

They passed a large clearing that was surrounded with brambles and thorns. Blood red roses bloomed on the vines. It was an odd, misplaced beauty. Whitefang started to pass the small area without a second thought.

"Wait," called out Lionstorm. "What is that area over there? I looks like the Sandy Hollow on ThunderClan territory."

"We shouldn't be anywhere near that." replied Whitefang. "That is where the first evil cats were kept prisoners. Whenever they would move, the thorns would leap from the brambles and dig into their soft fur. It was the best prison until the Dark Forest."

"What is the Dark Forest? Why is this still standing if you have a better place?" asked Lionstorm. He had thought of a way to make his stay in StarClan less boring.

Whitefang looked a Lionstorm with suspicion in her eyes, but it quickly vanished when she realized that he was in StarClan because he was a good cat. "The Dark Forest is over there," she pointed her finger towards a dark smudge on the horizon. "River wants this here to remind us of our past."

She didn't dawdle there, and Lionstorm was forced to put his questions to the back of his mind. He began to think back to the warrior that have waved to him through Whitefang's translucent body.

He let out a laugh when he realized what he could do. He could change StarClan and mold it into what he wanted, and he could use the Blood Rose Clearing as his training base.

Whitefang looked at him, but than just started walking faster. She had known it all along, there was something wrong with ThunderClan warriors. It must be all that stalking they do in the forest.

Lionstorm was dropped off in the clearing where he had started. Wind started to walk up to him, but the warrior turned around and walked up to the RiverClan warrior he had seen earlier.

"Hey," called out Lionstorm. He walked right up to the tom even though he was in the middled of a conversation. "Can I but in here?"

The tom smiled lazily. "Of course you can. You walking here is the most exciting thing that has happened in a couple sunrises. Isn't that right, Bouldersmash." He stretched across the rock and let out a contented mew.

"Of course your right, Beesting." smiled Bouldersmash. "So, ThunderClan," he said to Lionstorm. "Do you know anything for us to do, being a newbie with new ideas."

Lionstorm smiled at the two RiverClan warriors who were bored as he was. "Why don't you follow me. I have something that will be a lot of fun. All you have to do is promise not to tell anyone. It won't be fun if everyone knows about it."

Beesting nodded and so did Bouldersmash. The two warriors followed the golden warrior out of the clearing like kits following their mother. The group gathered a few stares, but most cats went back to their chatting after they passed by.

Lionstorm followed the same path that Whitefang had taken him back on. The ThunderClan warrior paid no attention to the leaves that crunched under his paws, or the whispering going on between Beesting and Bouldersmash.

When the group reached the Blood Rose Clearing, Lionstorm stopped the RiverClan duo. "If you guys aren't one hundred percent with me, don't walk into this clearing." He said, looking straight into their eyes.

Beesting walked quickly in behind Lionstorm and turned around. "Come on Bouldersmash," he called out to his staling friend. "Don't be such a mouse. Hasn't Lionstorm showed us the most adventure we have seen in a long while."

"Whatever," sighed Bouldersmash and started to walk into the clearing. Suddenly, a branch stuck up and started to coil around his neck. The thorns stuck in and blood pearled around his neck. "Help," he chocked out.

Beesting rushed forward, but Lionstorm yanked his tail. For some reason, a voice in the back of his head was telling him that Bouldersmash wasn't true. He would spoil his plan. "Bouldersmash is going to be reborn. There is nothing to worry about." Where he got that from, Lionstorm would never know.

Lionstorm was given a pained expression by Beesting. The RiverClan warrior looked at his friend of all these years and his stars started to fade. His fur became more translucent and soon, he was completely vanished.

The same happened to Bouldersmash after the vines had loosened and retreated. Their delicate thorns were covered with blood the same shade as the blooming roses. If anything, the roses were becoming more vibrant.

Lionstorm lay in the ground and thought if his plan gone wrong. He slash angrily at the air and coiled back in shock when he hit something that felt like a block of ice. He picked his head up and found himself staring into cold eyes.

"Hello Lionstorm." said a pleasant voice. "We have been watching you, and we have decided that you will be the perfect cat."

Lionstorm was taken aback by her beauty and wasn't understanding what the beautiful black she-cat could possible be talking about. "Darling, what are you talking about?"

"My name is Nightbreeze," snapped the she-cat. "We want you to lead an attack on StarClan. All of us have been trapped in the Dark Forest, and this is our only connection to the realm of StarClan. You can lead us back for our long awaited revenge."

His confidence as high as ever, Lionstorm shot back a quick response. "What makes you think I want to destroy StarClan?"

"We can read you so easily," smiled Nightbreeze. "You hate StarClan for stealing you from you mate. You know she will probably raise a family with another tom. You hate the lose of battles and everything that is exciting. You hate the long days that are filled with nothing. You, Lionstorm, hate StarClan."

A black tom appeared. "You can rule StarClan. Lionstorm, you can change everything until it is perfect. You can make StarClan your personal paradise."

It was as if just hearing some one say it made it more real. The small little bubble of hate exploded into a massive storm that just took him over. He turned to Nightbreeze and smiled. "I will fight until the horizon itself is splashed with the blood of my enemies, and I am the leader of Silverpelt."

Nightbreeze and the black tom smiled at Lionstorm. The tom spoke before Nightbreeze could, "I knew you were up for it. Now lets introduce you to you army I have gathered."

Nightbreeze and the tom had gathered an army of the most vicious cats that had lived ever lived in the Clans. They just lived for the day to get their revenge on StarClan. Claws were sharpened and skills were refined in preparation for the big day.

With the help of their leader, Lionstorm, the army managed to make its way deep into StarClan territory. Cats vanished left and right as the Dark Forest slaughtered the lazy StarClan cats.

StarClan was over run until Shadow, Thunder, Wind, and River joined the battle. They fought until they killed that cat who had them all fooled. They splattered his blood until the moon ran red.

**I'm no longer excepting cats for stories for reasons of sanity. Please review still. I have serval cats lined up;Sunnysong: The Vain, Blackstorm: The Uninvited,Winterflash: The Heartbroken, Smallfang: The Runner, Coldstar: The United, Nightclimb: The Instigator, Indigoswirl: The Forgotten Prophecy, Banestar: The Tryant, Torntail: The Collector,Tigerstrike: The Brother, Fawnstorm: The Vengful, Minnowsing: The Wisher, Nightrose: The Exterminator, Foxshade: The Translator, Iris: The Useless, Rosethorn: The Mate, Iceflash: The Poisoner, Fallensun: The Manipulator, Stormstreak: The Whisperer, Chase: The Hero, Moonstream: The Dreamer, Nightshade: The Reaper, Silverstorm: The Revenge, Snowfrost: The False Prophet, Lionshard: The Faker, Leopardpounce: The Ambitious, Lizardleap: The Mistake, Stormpaw: The Torturer, Brightfall: The Fallen Star, Mosswhisker: The Forgotten, Dawnkit: The Loner, and Owltalon: The Sick.**

***I would like to ask you all to read my story, Tales Left Unwritten. The first one-shot features the aftermath of Chaosheart and Black. No begging, but can you please read and review.**

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