Reign let out a battle-cry as he leapt into the ThunderClan camp.

He looked around for Rushingstream. I want to kill him first!

Finally, he saw the cat he sought, starting to prowl towards him.

"Rushingstar! Watch out!" a voice yowled. 

RushingSTAR? He's the leader? he thought furiously. More hate seeped into his fur as he glared at Rushingstar reproachfully.

"I would have made the Clans great!" he snarled. "No more death like what happened to my entire family. No more suffering for any cats except the ones who got in my way! I'm helping the Clans, and you ruined everything more than everyone else. Sharpfang, Petalflower, and the rest of the Dark Forest showed me the truth. We're mouse-hearted petty StarClan loving kittypets! And you decided to foil my plans. Over and over. You decide to keep this Clan weak! I was helping it, yet it cast me out. Yet YOU were the one who got me cast out. If Aquastar had died, the Clan would thank me so much for being STRONG. And yet, instead, they despise me, speak of me as a mouse-brain. And what am I going to do to the cat who started it! I'll kill you Rushingstar, slowly and painfully. All your nine lives will be drained full of pain. And ThunderClan will join me. I will unite the Clans and make them great. Kill anyone who gets in our way. Be like a true leader and make a better code. Destroy StarClan who didn't help me and is too weak. Kill the weaklings in this Clan. Nurture the strong instead of weak. We'll be respected. And what am I going to start with? Killing YOU! You..you...I have no words to describe you, you terrible excuse for a cat!" With the end of his speech, he lunged forward.

Rushingstar stepped aside, whispering softly. "I'm sorry I have to say this, Reign...but I'll have to kill you nine times over."

"Ha! Like you could," Reign sneered.

Do it! shrieked Petalflower. He could imagine her sly amber eyes dancing with excitement.

Do it! screeched Sharpfang. He could imagine him baring his teeth in his own hate of Rushingstar.

Do it! he yowled to himself in his head.

Rushingstar narrowed his head. "Don't overestimate yourself."

"Oh, I'm not, kittypet," he growled, circling his enemy.

Rushingstar caught him off guard, biting his neck. Every time he returned and about to rise to his paws his neck was bitten again and again. 

"...Are you serious?" growled Petalflower.

"...Yeah...you're coming here soon and you're dead for getting beat by a kittypet nine times in a row," snapped Sharpfang.

His lives slowly went away. What a waste of lives!

The last yowls he heard was the cats running away. Hopefully the new ShadowClan leader would carry his legacy. That was also the last thought he thought before a wave of blackness swept him away into the depths of death.