The Darkest Nights - Part 1

"What did you just say?"
Lionstrike was holding a fierce gaze with the deputy of MistClan, both of their claws already out. He had just spat out a sharp insult at Thistlefang, but cats hadn't gathered as SunClan cats would have. The former SunClan warrior already learned that bloodshed in camp wasn't uncommon. The warning gazes thrown at him were completely different; no one ever stood up to Thistlefang.
"You heard me," Lionstrike growled. Thistlefang was left in charge after Featherstar had left for TangleClan to confront Shadestar. The leader had hinted to him that MistClan was joining up with TangleClan, but the dangerous glint in her eyes gave it away: MistClan would reign the forest after Featherstar slayed Shadestar after the 'alliance'.
Thistlefang took a step toward the ginger warrior, baring her teeth. The dark fur along her spine was bristling, warning Lionstrike subconsciously. He lashed his tail, daring the deputy to make a move.
The last thing he remembered was severe pain along his flank.
And then he blacked out.

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"You'll see soon enough, Shadestar. MistClan will reign forever."
Featherstar was muttering to herself as she left TangleClan's territory and into the familiar thick fog that was her own. The encounter with Shadestar hadn't shaken her confidence; in fact, it had only made it stronger. Her only goal was to take her clan and rise to the top, starting with eliminating SunClan.
"You heard me." Her ears pricked at Lionstrike's snarling voice. She narrowed her ice blue eyes, sliding to the shadowed part next to the entrance: the one place she could watch without being spotted.
There was intense silence, but she recognized it clearly. They were about to fight.
Featherstar grinned menacingly, watching as Thistlefang raked her claws along Lionstrike's flank and practically shredding him.
It took her too long to figure out what was happening. Lionstrike was the only entrance to SunClan and her secret weapon. He couldn't die before the plan unfolds; it'd ruin everything.
"Stop!" She yowled, leaping out of the shadows and managing to pin Thistlefang down before she got to far. Lionstrike was already lying in a pool of scarlet liquid, motionless. The wounds were fresh, but the worst was the former SunClan warrior's eye. Thistlefang had clawed across it, already forming a permanent scar to remember her by.
"Featherstar?" The deputy's red eyes widened, too much in shock to push the leader off. "You're back. Why'd...why'd you stop me?"
The leader shook her head, turning to drag Lionstrike's limp body to a vacant den. "We need him for MistClan. Can't kill him yet," her words were muffled, but the ferocity sparked though her gaze.
"We need a medicine cat," Featherstar snarled. "Whoever knows how to work with herbs, go."
The cats stared at her, bewildered.
"Now!"
They blinked at her, then raced to the den, tripping over each other in the process.
She sighed, heading in the direction toward her den.
"Wait, Featherstar."
"What do you want, Thistlefang?" The tabby turned, annoyed.
"There has to be a better reason than for him to live. He could be used as a spy, but MistClan scent has already replaced SunClan's. If he appeared at their camp, they'd shred him immediately. He isn't trusted there anymore. So why did you let him live?"
Featherstar's gaze immediately shifted to the ground, ears burning hot. "No more questions, Thistlefang." She blinked, eyes still on the ground, and left, only one thought on her mind.
Lionstrike.


(Turn of events!!!! :D)