A cat with angry red eyes looked at the battered camp. "Rogues! Destroy every single scrap of the camp and kill everyone! " he laughed.

He watched in satisfaction as his rogues tore and destroy the dens and mercilessly killed any cat in sight.

A gray cat, who seemed to be the leader, pounced onto him. He laughed and shook the cat off easily. "Give up Blizzardstar," he growled. "Your clan is finished!"

"Never!" he yowled bravely. "WingClan will survive!"

"But it won't," he laughed, slicing the leader's throat and he fell. He waited for the leader to jump back up and attempt to kill him, but Blizzardstar didn't get back up.

He smirked. He had just killed the leader, and at the corner of his eye, he saw Claw killing the deputy.

"Give up!" he yowled. The clan cats ignored him and kept fighting. But without the leader and deputy, they were slowly retreating.

When they all retreated or killed off, the camp was messy and the ground was stained with blood.

He growled in surprise when a ginger tom attacked him. "I will avenge Blizzardstar!" he snarled.

He held the attacking cat back easily. "Just look at your leader!" he yowled. "He was defeated by me, so give up!"

The ginger cat clawed at him but he simply pushed him off the ledge. The ginger cat gave one last yowl and landed with a hard thud.

"No one messes with me, not even an entire clan," he laughed.

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The evil cat gave a push and the ginger cat fell. "No!" he yowled as he landed, feeling a dull pain as his mind collapsed into darkness.

When he woke up, he was in an island with trees. But the middle one had four branches on it, low enough for a cat to jump up and look over.

"Where am I?" he asked to no one in particular. He looked at his ginger pelt, which used to have claw marks all over it with a few scars, but it was clean. No open wounds or scars.

"Welcome," a deep voice greeted. A light blue tom floated down to meet him. His blueish pelt shone with stars and his amber eyes were glittering with wisdom.

"Who are you?" the ginger tom asked. "I am Stormstar, one of the first leaders of WingClan," he introduced.

"Am I in StarClan?" he asked nervously. "You are in StarClan but you are still alive... in a way," Stormstar replied.

"WingClan's journey has never been smooth," he spoke. "I never thought that it would survive till this day. But, the memory of WingClan shall never fade. Do you understand, Dragonstorm?"

"Yes," he replied. "StarClan has chosen you to rebuild WingClan, in another name you call your own. You will find your faithful deputy, medicine cat, and warriors," Stormstar mewed.

"I am honoured," Dragonstorm dipped his head. "I will make a new clan, in memory of WingClan."

"There's is also another thing," he rumbled. "There will be a cat, from another clan, to find your clan. The arrival of the cat will ensure that all the clans survive."

"But who?" Dragonstorm asked. Stormstar smiled. "One of your future warriors will know her."

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A/N: You all know who...maybe. I tried to make this longer, and I hope you enjoy the story so far.