Say hello to the Ultimate Evily-o-ness: TREACHERY!!!! :D

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Well, here you have it, folks; a treachery chapter by *angels sing* ME!!!! :D

Wow.... I'm REALLY acting weird. I'm tired.... I MUST be going delusional. I just MUST be!!!! :o | O.o;

By the way; the next chapter is (TECHNICALLY!!!!) a continuation of this one, so read eagerly! ;3 ;)

Exile

Nightfoot hid it well. Oh, everybody thought he was a great, loyal warrior. No one thought him capable of betraying them.

But he did it for his own ambition. He betrayed them because he wanted to be leader. He wanted to be leader of all of the Clans one day, in fact.

He already had it all planned out: the strongest cats would be Elite warriors, strong she-cats and she-cats would be warriors, weaker she-cats and toms would be hunters, kits and apprentices would be slaves until they were warriors, female slaves would be mating tools, elders would advise him….

It was perfect. But somehow, it was all destroyed.

The cats in Twolegplace already had some form of monarchy; very similar to the one Nightfoot had planned, in fact. Many of them already had slaves and mates. Nightfoot had visited them cold, foggy day in leaf-bare and explained his idea to them. Happily enough, they had agreed.

They had planned to attack seven days later. So, Nightfoot's plan was to be hunting, and at around sunhigh they would come into the territory.

When he saw the rogues, as they had all planned, he ran away; he ran, screeching, through the territory, "Rogue attack! ROGUE ATTACK!!!"

When he got to the camp, he gasped out, "Rogue attack! We need everybody to be fighting!"

The deputy, Blazefire, gasped, "Redstar is in her den, sleeping! We must fight to protect her!"

Nightfoot chuckled inwardly. This would be easy.

A few heartbeats later, the rogues reached the camp.

"Attack!" the leader of the rogues, Rock, yowled.

"Attack!" screeched Blazefire. "We must fight! Hurry!"

Within moments, the clearing descended into rolling, fighting balls of cats. Only screeching could be heard and fur flew everywhere.

That left just Blazefire and Nightfoot, facing each other.

"Nightfoot," Blazefire gasped. "Go fight!"

"Okay," Nightfoot hissed manically, grinning. He leaped forward and pinned Blazefire down. "This whole time, I was on the rogues' side. I am planning to take over the Clan. Good-bye, now. Send my regards to StarClan."

The deputy struggled, but it was no use. Nightfoot was stronger than him. Nightfoot easily bent down and gently bit his throat out.

The deputy flailed his paws one last time. His eyes glazing over and blood pouring out of his throat like a river, he looked up to the sky and gasped, "Pinkflower, I love you. And I'm coming."

Nightfoot let go of the body in disgust, and bounded over to the leader's den. There were not as many cats as before. Bodies from both Clan cats and the rogues littered the clearing.

Sitting calmly inside her den was Redstar. Teeth bared and claws unsheathed excitedly, ready for the kill, Nightfoot stalked into the den.

"Why; hello there, Nightfoot," greeted Redstar. "How is the battle doing?"

"Good," Nightfoot growled, trembling with anticipation. Finally, ThunderClan would be his!

Redstar let out a purr. "That's wonderful! I'm really tired, though; I must be getting to sleep—"

"No." Nightfoot leaped closer to her. "No. I'm taking over this Clan tonight. I brought in the rogues. I'm planning to kill you, and I already killed Blazefire. After I kill you, I'm taking over the Clan!"

Redstar blinked, as his words sunk in. Suddenly, she leaped up. "How dare you?!"

"It's too late for that, Redstar," Nightfoot purred, leaping onto her and pinning her down. "Send my regards to StarClan."

He bent down to bite her throat out, like he did with Blazefire…. and somebody crashed into him.

"Rosepetal!" he hissed, spinning around to face her.

"You will not kill Redstar! I will not let you have your ambitions!" the fiery, fearless she-cat hissed.

"Oh, yes; I will," he purred menacingly. He leaped at her, but she was too fast for him. The tiny she-cat leaped aside.

Redstar retreated to the corners of her den in fear; watching everything that was happening.

Nightfoot and Rosepetal battled it out. Nightfoot raced toward her, but she leaped up and landed on his back. He screamed in agony as she held on with two feet and clawed him with the other.

In an attempt to get her off, he flipped over onto his belly, but she jumped off and landed on his belly.

Why isn't this working?! he thought desperately. He screamed in agony once again as she sunk her claws deep into his belly. His vicious back wounds pressed against the floor, and he screamed once again.

Rosepetal tortured him, and he could feel himself getting weaker and weaker. Finally, Rosepetal called, "Brackenpelt!" and the older, bigger warrior came and, at Rosepetal's command, dragged him out of the den and onto the Highrock.

Rosepetal urged Redstar to come out of her den and exile Nightfoot. The leader heaved herself to her feet and struggled up onto the Highrock.

Seeing their injured leader, the rogues fled. Nightfoot spat at the cats gathering below to look up at him and hear Redstar's words.

"Cats of ThunderClan, I tell you a sad revelation today: it was Nightfoot who brought the rogues into our camp," announced Redstar.

Screeches of, "Traitor!" and "Killer!" filled the camp. Redstar signaled with her tail for them all to quiet down, and they did.

"He killed Blazefire, and he tried to kill me. If it were not for Rosepetal, I would have died. Therefore, I have something to say." She paused and swallowed.

Redstar announced, "I saw these words before the body of Blazefire, so that his spirit may hear and approve my choice. Rosepetal will be the new deputy of ThunderClan."

Rosepetal gasped, and cheers filled the air: "Rosepetal! Rosepetal!"

"As for you, Nightfoot," Redstar yowled, "You're exiled!"

Nightfoot padded slowly out of the ThunderClan camp; the disgusted cats parted for him to go through.

I'm exiled, was his last thought before he left the clearing for good.