Drip, drip, drip

It was silent, the whole forest was still. Nothing was moving, it was still....too still. Suddenly, the shadows changed, and out stepped a massive ebony tom, scars shown in the moonlight, two gleaming amber orbs looked out.

It was time.

One by one, rogues came toward him, all ready to fight ot the death. All scrawny, with sinewy muscles, and that look that meant business. All wanting bloodshed.

It was time.

The figures moved after the tom, following, licking their chops, eyes gleaming with visions of blood and the carcasses of dead cats. The forest would soon be theirs.

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Meanwhile, hostility between the clans grew, tensions rose higher then ever. Leaders could barely restrain themselves from ripping each other's throats at the gatherings.

Yet, when all seemed to have fallen to chaos, something strange...yet wonderful happened. Love was built, each leader loving the next, the clans in the middle of the chaos. It was paradise for a while....until they came.

It happened so fast, one by one, the clans fell to the rouges, ruled by their cruel and powerful leader. Each night, the only thought the cats could think of...was "Why? Why did StarClan let this happen?"

Who knew? Who prophecied and read the signs? the coming of this force of darkness, more powerful then even StarClan? None. And the clans would pay for it.

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Basically, this is another rouge plot, but not an ordinary one. See, I, Fluffers, have this annoyance for the good side always winning, so, for a twist, we decided, that while we have the love triangle between leaders(Drama) and the chaos between clanmates, the rouges, will actually win ^^

Their first try, they will conquer all, keep the clans as prisoners. Some chosen cats by PM will be part of a rebel group who will try to battle for freedom ^^