"Brilliant."
"Just brilliant." Lightningstrike bared his fangs.
Withered trees waved in the winds of despair, and vengeful shrieks tore the night air.
It was all working perfectly, after all.
Too perfect.
"I must say, I'm quite surprised that Sagepelt's death caused a lot of things." the dark lord muttered, flicking off murky, rotten water off his paws.
"Tyrantturn!" Lightningstrike yowled, flicking his tail irritably.
No answer.
"You defective little-"
Still, none answered his furious summons except for the howls of deceased souls.
Lightningstrike stopped, flattening his ears angrily.
Tyrantturn, or Frostshard, whatever, had never been a true Darkhavener, which is why he never set paw in this place.
His vision wasn't clouded by hatred or revenge, but a purpose to follow his beliefs.
"Okay, you can't have everything," he sharpened his claws on a skull before stalking away. "Oh well, time to set up my new gory, I mean glorious plans for the future."
"Those blind fools will follow the Clones amongst battle for many moons, thinking they are loyal and trustworthy..."
Lightningstrike stared at the moon, its red glow illuminating his bone-white pelt.
Every fang on his jaws flashed as he grinned.
"Until Order 66."
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Warriors #2 - Attack of the Clones
FanfictionA long time ago...In a forest far, far away... A Starwars X Warriors story Hazeldusk is now a knight of Dawnclan and has an apprentice, who has got to be the most chaotic cat he'd ever met. Yet his problems seemed small when a separatist movement en...
