Okay here it is!
PROLOUGUE
Darkness surrounded the orange tom as he padded through the unfamiliar forest. Close behind him was a black-and-white cat, padding wordlessly with him. The orange cat looked up at the sky, thinking he would see stars, but all there was, was blackness. He felt the slightest shiver run up his spine. Where were he and his companion?
He snorted in confusion and sniffed the air. He picked up the scent of other cats, but they were faint, as if these cat were gone. Beyond that he saw a small alcove, just enough to shelter him and the other cat. As if a silent command passed between them, they crawled into the small space and tried to settle down. It was hard, since there was no bedding. The orange cat let out another snort.
"What now?" the black-and-white cat murmured. The orange cat didn't respond immediately. Instead he scuffled along the ground, trying his best to make a nest. Soon he gave up, and let out a furious hiss.
"That foxdung Rockstar led us to this!" he spat. "He knew that I deserved to be leader of SkyClan. He didn't even have an apprentice, and I did!" The other cat let out a meow of argreement. The orange cat went on.
"I'll get revenge him, if it is the last thing I ever do," he hissed.
"But how?" the other cat asked. The orange cat hissed.
"I don't know yet, Patchfoot," he warned. "but I will." Suddenly his fur pricked along his spine. "StarClan cats can walk in Rockstar's dreams, so why can't I?" The orange cat let out a raspy laughter, his eyes glowing in the darkness.
"Do you think you can, Bouncefoot?" Patchfoot asked, looking hopeful.
"Why not?" he purred in a harsh way. Patchfoot felt the slightest prickle of fear. When Bouncefoot wanted something, he got it, no matter what. Bouncefoot went on.
"Rockstar must think he won. He must think that he is going to get the last word," he hissed through his teeth. "but I will make sure his life, until the last moment, will be filled with regret."
He turned to Patchfoot. "You will help me, of course?"
Patchfoot hesitated. He had always felt loyal to Rockstar, just a little, and even though he believed that Bouncefoot was right, he didn't want to add to his pain. He looked into Bouncefoot's eyes. They were dark with anger. Patchfoot knew that if he refused, Bouncefoot would get rid of him. And that was the last thing he wanted. He crouched low.
"Of course, Bouncefoot."
"Don't call me that," he hissed. "That is a name to cats who follow the path of StarClan. We are only loyal to ourselves."
Patchfoot let out a silent squeak of surprise, but he dipped his head even lower.
"What shall I call you then, my master?"
Bouncefoot let out a growl of satisfaction. "You will be known as Coalheart, for your heart is hard inside you." Bouncefoot paused, deep in thought. Coalheart waited in silence and fear.
"I will be known as Scarclaw, because when Rockstar fells my claws in his sleep, he will feel the most intense pain he will have ever felt." Bouncefoot- Scarclaw- let out a harsh laughter. Coalheart knew now that Scarclaw would not stop until Rockstar was dead.
This can be bad...