Brightstar's Revenge

It was a rainy night. Thunder and lightning raged in a war among the skies. Water pounded on the dens of Stormclan. Yet two shadows pranced among the walls. Brightshadow, the cat trained by Shadowclan, was one of those shadows. His companion was Snaketail, Brokenstar's hidden son.The two weren't on guard duty, they were on a mission of revenge. They headed toward Lightningstar's den, and crept inside. Then they both reminded themselves why they were there. To avenge someone. To avenge Brightshadow's father, Scourge. Brightshadow looked at his paw. On it was his fathers seal, a gash that went down his left front leg. Most thought it was a battle wound, but it was really the newest Clan's sign. The gash was given to him after birth, when Scourge felt threatened. He had brought his claws down onto Brightkit's little and helpless body. Then they told him that this mark was to show power, and that he was destined for greatness.
Only moons later, Scourge was struck down by Firestar, and Brightkit was helpless. He ran, scared, with no where to turn. Then he ran into StormClan. He was trained by Firestar's son himself! But he still remembered that night, the night his father was killed. And he never forgot it.
Now he came to avenge his father, by taking Firestar's prize possession, his son. Brightshadow looked back onto Lightningstar. He was sound asleep, helpless. Brightshadow was surprised. Cats can usually tell when danger is near, even while sleeping. But Brightshadow was known for his stealth.
He raised his paw high in the air, and paused. Then he brought his claws down across Lightningstar's belly.

Stormclan was in panic. They had awoken only to find their leader dead, their deputy missing, and Iceshard gone. Their medicine cat was completely dumbfounded when she found the commotion. She couldn't do anything, what's dead is dead, what's gone is gone.
The apprentices where scared the most.
"Will we be next?"
"What if the murderer still lurks near?" was their talk.
But the elders only reminded them that they weren't worth killing anyway.

Brightstar lay in his den thinking. He needed more recruits. He thought about Tigerstar. The great leader. It was a shame his father killed the egregious leader. He went through all the clans looking for descendants of the feared ones. Then his thoughts turned to Heatherclan. He started with Silverstar, the beautiful silver-colored she-cat was Firestars great-granddaughter, a daughter of Squirrelflight. Then he thought about his diabolical plan to recreate his father. When his thoughts returned to HeatherClan he had went down the line of power to Goldenfur. The pretty she-cat had been a daughter of Bramblestar, the son of Tigerstar! She was perfect, except she was so noble and good that she would never do the needed deed. The then thought about her kit, Aurorakit. He had heard that the kit was to become a medicine cat. He paused. Then his eyes lit up. He would capture her, attack Heatherclan after Waveclan and then make her recreate his father and then recruit her as a medicine cat.

Brightstar edged his way through the field. Snaketail was right behind him. Brightstar led himself right onto Twoleg territory and into an alley. Their was his band of make-shift rogues. They were the newest Clan. And they went by the name of FearClan. With Lightniningstar gone they could avenge their hero Scourge. Brightstar was the leader of this new clan and decided to make their clan have a mark, a mark of power, a gash that slithered down a leg. All of the members prepared themselves, and one by one they were slashed. Two refused however, and two were killed. Afterwards, all were injected with dog teeth and claws. But all of Brightstar's were canines, nothing less. Now they knew who they were, they were descendants of the feared, Bone, Boulder, and Tigerstar's descendent's. All of them were here, to avenge their ancestors. Their mission was simple, to destroy the warrior code, and Waveclan, was their first target.

It was a cold night, Fear was high in the air. The clans were set on high alert after Lightningstar's death moons ago. WaveClan was on alert. Patrol was everywhere, warriors stormed the whole territory. Apprentices, kits, queens, and elders where advised to stay inside their dens. Sparkstar looked around cautiously. There was a threat about, and they couldn't let their guard down.

Fearclan was trudging through the forest, with Snaketail in the lead. Brightstar was on the other end of the lake, anxious to see when WaveClan was asleep. Then he would alert the rest of his clan and attack. The moon stayed in the sky for a long while before WaveClan's guard was let down. Then FearClan attacked Waveclan. Many escaped, but many were killed, including Firesoul, Birdsong, Creekfeather, Pondpelt, Rainwhisker, Goldshadow, Flamepaw, Leafheart and all her kits, Troutfur and Pebblestream.
Iceshard's sister, a sweet rouge named Queenie raced to catch up with the great leader. "What are you doing, why are you attacking helpless clans. Why would you harm your own clan, kill undermine warriors, weak queens and their kits and wise elders?" she asked, dumbfounded.
"I do it all for power." grunted Brightstar.
Brightstar padded into the nursery to visit his mate and her new kits. "Are you feeling well?" he asked Iceshard.
Iceshard was his new mate, and she wasn't very used to living a life full of spilled blood.
"Yes, thank you," Iceshard replied. "I've thought of some names for our kits, would you like to hear them?"
"Umm, sure," he replied. He had been think of mainly names like Killkit and Poisonkit and he wasn't so sure about names that his mate would come up with.
"This one will be Finchkit, this one will be Robinkit, and this one will be Dovekit," she mewed happily, first pointing to the yellow kit, then gesturing towards the beautiful orange kit, last licking the elegant white kit.
Brightstar gulped, and received a glare from Iceshard.
"I want them to have real Clan names," she hissed.
"O-o-okay," he stammered, but Iceshard was just getting started.
"Not like the names you come up with," she added fiercely.  "Deadkit, Bloodkit, Killkit... those are horrible names for kits!"

Then, she stopped and sighed. "I don't know how to go on like this, Brightstar," she meowed heavily. "I do love you, and I always will. But it's not right to train kits to kill and spill blood. They are trained when they are apprentices, but to they're mothers, they're still kits! They're kits, for StarClan's sake! They should be happy to train with their mentors! They shouldn't dread every practice session, wondering what new wound would appear on their bodies for a moon!"

Iceshard sighed again.  "I wanted to be your mate. Maybe I still do. But StarClan would never want anyone to live a life full of death and spilled bl-"
"StarClan! They are the ones you worry about!" Brightstar couldn't hold his thoughts back anymore. "StarClan never showed any mercy when my father was killed! They let him die! Never speak of them again! Do you hear? Ever!" Brightstar's fierce words scared Iceshard, and she leaped back as if struck, but Brightstar wasn't finished. "StarClan would leave us again without hesitation! They're heartless, heartless cats that take pride in everything! Now if you'll excuse me." He turned around, unsheathed his claws and brought down his mighty talons onto Finchkit, giving him a gash on the leg. Iceshard gasped, but Brightstar kept going. He brought his claws down again and again on the helpless kit, ignoring it's screams off pain as it was torn apart. Finally, all that was left of Finchkit was a pile of reduced pulp, and all was silent.
"This is what we do, and this will be what's left, every time," he growled. "You will learn how to be evil, or I will make you!"
He stalked away, but not before he picked up a piece of what used to be Finchkit and swallowed it whole, ignoring the horrified looks Sweetpoison and Iceshard shot at him.
"Go on now," he hissed. "You are tired, and you need to feed my kits. They are to be the greatest warriors ever, and they need to strong if they are to help me defeat the Warriors Code!"
Iceshard closed her mouth and backed into the corner of the nursery.

Brightstar was furious, enraged. He hated his kits, he hated everyone, even himself.
Why did I take Iceshard as my mate? He thought. I should have known she would be no use to me. Unless... unless I could take the kits and train them secretly! Then they could be the greatest warriors ever, even as kits! I'll give them StarClan names so that Iceshard will be pleased, but they will still be pure evil!
Brightstar's lips curled at the new idea. It was perfect!
Scourge's soul seemed to have started to dip into his, and it was consuming his thoughts. He was born to kill, and he knew it. Brightstar padded to the past Waveclan territory, which lay in ruin.
It was sundown now.
Dead cats lie in the grass ahead of him, but none of them were Waveclan's, for the remaindor of Waveclan's cats had buried all of their losses. These cats were the ones of Fearclan. Blood was splattered everywhere. The body of a dead kit lie ahead of Brighstar.
Brightstar leaned over and picked it up with his crude jaws. He took it out of the clearing and lie down beside it.
Then, he ate.

Brightstar lie asleep in his den. But his peaceful sleep was channeled into a dream.
His father lie in front of him. Dead. Brightstar saw himself as a kit, mourning the loss of his father. Brightkit leaned over end whispered something into the stiff body of Scourge. But Brightstar couldn't make out what was said.
All of a sudden Scourge's body hummed to life. It stood tall and proud, but it's body was hidden by the shadows that suddenly closed in.
Brightkit's image suddenly disappeared in a cloud of smoke. Brightstar glanced toward the place his childhood body vanished, then returned his cold gaze to Scourge.
Then he realized, this wasn't Scourge inside, no, it was something else.
But what? Brightstar thought. The figure shot a cold glare at Brighstar. The eyes shone red, and inside those eyes.... it was pure evil.
After a long silence, the figure spoke.
"You are the one," It stated in a rasping voice. Brightstar couldn't make sense of this.
"Th-the one?" He barely managed to get the words out.
"Yes, you are the one to lead and command the Dark Forest cats to victory. I am Nightstar, the first leader of ShadowClan, as well as your ancestor. Your great great grandfather was Streak, a loner that was always on the move. He single handedly killed Flameclan, but the battle cost him his sanity. After losing his eye he went mad, killing whatever was in his path. The only cat he spared was your grandmother, but soon after you  and your littermates were born, Streak died.  Now, the bits of his soul that were scattered after his death by the wretched StarClan, have found their way to you.
"Your spirit and thoughts are being consumed by evil, and those whom you love shall soon become worthless and arrogant, for you have been laid down with a curse. A curse that consumed and ate your father's soul. A curse that ate the father before your father's soul. And now it comes down to you. You are the one that was chosen in the prophecy by the great ancient TigerClan. You are the evil that has loomed in the future for many moons. And now you shall arise and conquer StarClan. There are trails filled with blood ahead of you, Brightstar. You cannot run away from your destiny, and there shall be no turning back."
Brightstar was in full understanding now. "I accept my future," he stated boldly.
"Very well," Nightstar meowed darkly. With a quick flick of his tail, Brightstar's soul and spirit, was no more.

Dawn was upon Brightstar's body now. He'd slept outside in WaveClan's past territory and was laying there as the sun rose in the sky.
But Brightstar wasn't there, because although his body lay peacefully, his fur smooth and sleek, it wasn't Brightstar that actually lay there. Brightstar was gone. The mind that occupied Brightstar's body was Talon's. Brightstar no longer existed.
Talon was also Streak's son, and unknowingly, Brightstar gave his entire existance for somebody else to claim the glory of defeating StarClan. Brightstar gave up his life and spirit for the Dark Forest cats, and Talon was the Dark Forest cats' grand leader.
Tigerstar used to be the leader, but after he, Brokenstar, Scourge, and Hawkfrost failed, Talon pushed him away from the title of "leader". Now, they were merely pawns that fought for Talon to notice them.
Now, Talon had fully taken Brightstar's body as his own. When Talon woke up, every inch of his body was alive.
Once inside Brightstar's body, Talon began to adapt. His power and experience turned his body into the true killing machine. He had an incresed strength and speed capability.
The Dark Forest's reincaration had begun!