**I know this has taken a super long time for me to do, but I finally felt an urge to write these again. This idea was given to me by WhiteMagic58, better known as The Liar of the Truth. The story idea was tampered the tiniest bit.**

Blackstorm: The Uninvited

The dead aren't always claimed by StarClan or the Dark Forest. Sometimes, their vengeance is to great for them to be removed from the mortal world. They refuse to be taken to the next life, choosing instead to get their revenge. They become a phantom, only seen by their murderer.

A ShadowClan tom is stuck between the worlds with no friends, no hope, and no where to go but down. He only has revenge on his mind.

The ShadowClan leader, Rainstar, stood atop the great stone slab where she made her announcements. "Let's gather beneath the Moss Rock for a Clan meeting." Her voice carried easily across the silence.

Normally, when those words sounded across the clearing, cats scramble out of their dens. No cheers and screams of kits accompany them. No proud apprentices waiting to be given their warrior names.

Instead, two burly warrior were dragging along a dark tabby tom. The prisoner was struggling and snapping his teeth at his guards. "Let go of me you rotten maggots," he screeched at them. "I haven't done anything that you can prove."

"Of course we can prove it," laughed the larger guard, Stormclaw. "Even the fact that you are fighting us is proof. The whole Clan knows it."

A younger queen laughed as the prisoner was brought by. "You got Father's killer, Brother," she shouted to the younger guard. "They will we thanking you up in StarClan, both Mother and Father."

The white tom smiled to his sister. "This is what I have to do for justice to be served. You would do if if it wasn't for your kits, Birdsong." His grip loosened the tiniest bit as he gave a small wave.

The prisoner wasted no time; a glistening fang found its mark, tearing at the guards arms. The prisoner was thrown to the ground before blood could even pearl up. His world blackened as his head slammed against the hard rock.

Queens carried their kits back into the nursery when blood started pooling out of the prisoners head. "May StarClan light your path," called Birdsong before she disappeared with the others.

"Why did all the pretty queens disappear?" mumbled the scruffy hostage. "I thought they all liked me." He gave a goofy grin to reveal missing and chipped teeth.

"They don't like murders," said Stormclaw, loving his job. "They especially don't like them with mangy fur, blood pouring from their head, and are attacking their friends."

"I'm alright," he slurred, the world spinning before his eyes. "If you guys would let go of me, I would stop attacking you. We could be pals."

The younger guard heaved the black tom forward. "We aren't letting you go anywhere, Blackstorm. Cats like you don't deserve to me free." His voice was sharp and vicious, lashing out like a sharpened claw. "And we definitely won't be pals."

"I didn't kill your father, Cloudstrike," sighed Blackstorm. "He was attacked by rats or something like that." His words slowly dripped off his tongue, like he wasn't sure of what he was saying. "Maybe rogues killed him. I don't really know."

The older guard rolled his eyes, believing himself above both Cloudstrike and Blackstorm. "You should remain quiet," he whispered fiercely in the prisoner's ear. "Rainstar isn't in the mood to deal with you. Though it would be worth a laugh."

Blackstorm opened his mouth to speak, but the thundering voice of the leader slammed through the clearing. "We are gathered here today to decided the fate of Blackstorm. He is reported killing Jaggedblaze, the deputy."

Growls erupted from the warriors who hadn't fled back into the dens at the guard's brutality. They rumbled with pure, uncontainable anger. Jaggedblaze had been well liked by most, he was someone everyone knew.

"He should be banished," called out a senior warrior. His call was covered by a hysterical she-cat, belly heavy with kits. "We can't keep him alive. What about my kits? He is a known murderer."

Similar demands rang through the clearing, each more brutal that the last. They demanded for Blackstorm's blood, life, and freedom. They wanted everything to be taken away from him. He was a killer and a murderer.

"Quiet!" shouted Rainstar, her voice silencing the clearing. "We need to present the evidence. StarClan will not back us up if we kill without proof."

"He had Jaggedblaze's fur wedged under his claws. No one had that shade of ginger," said Cloudstrike. Tears were threatening to pour out his eyes, but he held them in. "Blackstorm was also coated in blood."

"That is enough for me," cried Rainstar. "I sentence Blackstorm to death for killing Jaggedblaze in attempt to become deputy." Her words brought smiles to weary faces. It was a quick, obvious decision.

Blackstorm started to thrash uncontrollably; there was no reason for him to give up. If he could escape, he could keep his life. His claws darted toward any exposed fur, drawing blood from his guards and various ShadowClan cats.

"Surround him," called Rainstar, not moving from her rock. "Quickstreak is bringing the deathberries from his den. Knock him unconscious if you have to."

The fighting warriors couldn't hear what their leader was calling over the mayhem, but they did know Blackstorm needed to be stopped. The queens would never be safe f he continued to roam around.

Icetalon, a feisty she-cat and Jaggedblaze's mate, threw herself on Blackstorm. "You will pay for what you have done," she whispered directly in his ear. Her claws sunk into his dark fur to keep herself from being bucked off.

Her lethal, sharp claws sliced through the thin air, taking a chunk of a black ear off. The agony blended with all the pain Blackstorm was feeling; he couldn't pinpoint it. Instead, he let out a tortured roar.

"I'm a killer," he shouted into the air, not caring that everyone heard him. "You'll have to be a killer to get me to surrender." His claws were backing up his boasting words.

"Help!" cried a white apprentice as she was thrown across the clearing. Her small body clashed against the leader's rock. Her bright blue eyes were glazed over in pain.

The medicine cat emerged with his apprentice into the fray. "You wait on the side, Darkpaw. I have to help Swanpaw and all the other injured. Hold tight."

Quickstreak darted across the clearing, true to his name. His eyes shown with determination, and his mouth was overflowing with herbs. Cats waiting to get to Blackstorm let him through.

"He is fighting for his life," called Rainstar. "You have to be stronger. Aim for his head." Her voice rallied the warriors as they pressed in from all sides.

A lucky paw smacked the sentenced tom just below the jaw, his teeth slamming into each other. Claws struck at him until that Clan realized he wasn't moving but slumped to the ground.

Quickstreak was bent over Swanpaw and another bleeding warrior. He was pressing cobwebs to their wounds and shouted to Darkpaw. "You give him the deathberries. I'm too busy over here."

Darkpaw nodded, bile threatening to spill from his throat. He became a medicine cat to heal not kill, but he knew that Blackstorm was dead in the eye's of StarClan. His tail dragging on the ground, he ran into the den to fetch the life-ending berries.

He hobbled across the clearing because bright red berries were held in one of his paws. Normally he would hold them in his mouth, but he wasn't going to take that risk.

"Cloudstrike," he commanded, "tilt his head back. I need the berries to go all the way to his stomach. They won't take affect until them." It burned his throat to say that, but this was his final test.

"Of course, Darkpaw," responded the warrior. He dug him claws into the unconscious warriors pelt, drawing blood. Bones snapped as Blackstorm's head was trust into the correct position. All other cats backed up, suddenly afraid.

The juicy, plump, red berries tumbled from Darkpaw's paw, rolling into a wide open mouth. The crowd gasped as the disappeared from view, into the pitch black throat.

They held a collective breath as Blackstorm came to life, his contorted body shaking with pain. Then, he went limp, limbs hanging at awkward angles.

"The murder is dead," called Rainstar, relief evident in her voice. "We can carry on, safe and free. In the name of StarClan, Icetalon shall be my deputy. She was fierce in battle and will lead well in her mate's wake."

Icetalon looked shocked, her beautiful silvery blue fur coated in crimson blood. Puss oozed from above her eyes, but she managed to look radiant. "Thank you, Rainstar," she said without her voice wavering. "I will be the best deputy ShadowClan could ask for."

"Icetalon, Icetalon, Icetalon, Icetalon," shouted the Clan halfheartedly. Everyone but Darkpaw thought she was a perfect candidate. Darkpaw couldn't think, all he could see was deathberries tumbling down his own throat.

As cats clustered around Icetalon, offering their congratulations and condolences for her mate untimely death, they didn't notice a mist surround Blackstorm. Even Darkpaw was oblivious, staring out into the horizon.

The mist soon grew darker, taking on the appearance of smoke. As is quickly billowed outward, it grew as dark as the night sky. Small eerie green patches appeared as some smoke separated and expanded rapidly.

The shape of dark cats were solidifying next to him. As they grew, different colors appeared. From the mass of cats, appeared a stunning silver she-cat. "Welcome, Blackstorm," she said. "I'm a Shimmertail, the best deputy ShadowClan had ever seen."

The dead body seemed to shake with rage and anger as a phantom Blackstorm appeared. Red juice stained his viciously smiling mouth, but other then that, he was the same as he had been in life.

"You are the deputy who killed Wolftalon," growled Blackstorm, jealousy lightly lacing his voice. "You were the one who almost wiped out ThunderClan."

A airy chuckle bubbled from her throat. "You could say I did all that, but that is not why I'm here. I want to offer you a place in the Dark Forest."

"What is the Dark Forest?" asked Blackstorm, tense on his toes. "Are all these cats from there."

"It is a better version of StarClan," stated a ginger she-cat from the back. "It is where all of us live. We train for battle and sharpen our claws. You can join our ever growing legion."

The newly dead Blackstorm rose from his body, malice glinting in his eyes. "I must have my revenge," he said. "Please leave me. I don't plan on leaving anytime soon."

Shimmertail understood this more than any other cat. "Collect your vengeance and then, we will collect you. We will be watching, you can bet on that." She nodded to the shadow cats, and they faded from existence.

The holographic cat tried out his new body, shifting his weight from paw to paw. As he was unsheathing his claws, a cold wind blasted through him. His head rose to see a fluffy brown tail disappear through his side.

He launched himself at the intruder, only to find his claws grasping on nothing but air. In an experiment, he threw his body at a now beaming Icetalon. Just as he thought, he passed right through her in a chilly breeze.

Confident that he was invisible he padded across the clearing, away from his dead body. No one noticed paw prints suddenly appearing where no cat had walked. They were oblivious, in too high of spirits to care.

Seeing Quickstreak and Darkpaw wrapped up in their own minds, he slithered into the medicine den. The scent of herbs surrounded a phantom Blackstorm, and a wonderful idea popped into his mind.

He ran his claws along the wall where the herbs were stored. Flower, leaves, and roots soon littered the floor, mixed beyond compare. A crazed laugh erupted from his mouth.

This was just the beginning for Blackstorm. He tossed the all important catmint sprigs with the rest of the scatter herbs. Having the best of times, he rubbed his paws across the mess, smudging it into the ground.

Gel from smooth leaves covered the whole den in a thick scent. Other odors joined the mixture as flowers were stabbed on sharp stones. The ground became a slippery, smelly mixture.

All there was to do was wait. Blackstorm waltzed around the den, never picking up his paws. The floor was smooth from the first section of his plan. "ShadowClan will die of sickness," he said in a sing-song voice. "The cowards will be dead."

His victory dance was short lived because Quickstreak walked into the medicine den with Swanpaw limping behind him. "You'll be find, darling," he cooed. "I just need to get a few more herbs."

His mouth froze in a shocked position, his jaw opened wide. "What, what, what happened?" he blubbered. Words didn't seem to form correctly on his tongue. "How could it all be gone?"

A thud followed with a sigh of a weak she-cat. Quickstreak was forced into action, and dragged an unconscious Swanpaw into a spare nest. His eyes looked through me as he tried to find some remaining herbs.

Seeing nothing, he ran back into camp, scanning everywhere furiously. "Darkpaw," he called quietly. "Someone or something got into the herbs. Come here swiftly."

Four sets of paws can scampering across the clearing. They pounded the earth away and skidded to a stop when they reached the entrance of the medicine den.

Quickstreak winced at his apprentice's reaction. "I don't know when it could have happened. There is no cat scent or even fox. Swanpaw might be scarred forever."

Blackstorm had to smile at the two medicine cats as the searched high and low for some sign of the culprit. His heart beat faster when Darkpaw's eyes passed over his rippling, see-through flesh.

"Hello Darkpaw," he mouthed. "You are as much a killer as I am."

Darkpaw gasped and stuttered. "Blackstorm did it, Quickstreak. Look, he is sitting in the moss nest next to Swanpaw. Herbs are smeared all over his paws."

Quickstreak walked up to his apprentice, putting a paw on his forehead. "I think you should lie down for awhile. Blackstorm is dead, rotting away in the Dark Forest."

"But he is right there," started Darkpaw until he saw the look his mentor was giving him. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to lie down. Maybe a nap will relax my brain."

"Yes," grinning Blackstorm in only a voice Darkpaw could here. "I could watch you all night. I could even stare at as you live you life."

The apprentice sprinted to his nest and coated his head in moss. "I just hallucinating," he whispered to himself. "Nothing I'm seeing is real."

"I'm very much real," answer the black-furred ghost as he slowly walked after Darkpaw. "I'm as real as my death. You will never be free from me."

"This is all a nightmare," he whispered, his confidence severally lacking. "I'll wake up, and you'll be join. Good bye, phantom Blackstorm."

As Darkpaw fiercely shut his eyes, the warrior rose to stand above the traumatized cat. He smiled a vicious grin with all his fangs showing. "This is a nightmare, but it is all too real."

When the medicine apprentice snapped his eyes open, all he could see was glistening, razor sharp fangs. His scream tore into the night, calling Quickstreak into his room.

Every moment of the day, Blackstorm would be watching Darkpaw. His accusing eyes never left the apprentice's body. They watched him every single second, prying into his very soul, digging into his heart.

The eyes drove Darkpaw to the tip of madness. He was surviving until he was awarded his full medicine cat name: Darkstorm. Quickstreak didn't know that an honest name pushed his apprentice over the edge.

As Darkstorm ran deep into ShadowClan's swamps, Blackstorm followed him, laughing his cackling laugh. "You will always be reminded of me. Every time you see Swanfeather, every time someone calls out you name. You can never escape."

Turns out he could escape. In death, Blackstorm couldn't follow. They were condemned to two different realms.

**I'm no longer excepting cats for stories for reasons of sanity. Please review still. I have serval cats lined up;Winterflash: The Heartbroken, Smallfang: The Runner, Coldstar: The United, Nightclimb: The Instigator, Indigoswirl: The Forgotten Prophecy, Banestar: The Tryant, Torntail: The Collector,Tigerstrike: The Brother, Fawnstorm: The Vengful, Minnowsing: The Wisher, Nightrose: The Exterminator, Foxshade: The Translator, Iris: The Useless, Rosethorn: The Mate, Iceflash: The Poisoner, Fallensun: The Manipulator, Stormstreak: The Whisperer, Chase: The Hero, Moonstream: The Dreamer, Nightshade: The Reaper, Silverstorm: The Revenge, Snowfrost: The False Prophet, Lionshard: The Faker, Leopardpounce: The Ambitious, Lizardleap: The Mistake, Stormpaw: The Torturer, Brightfall: The Fallen Star, Mosswhisker: The Forgotten, Dawnkit: The Loner, and Owltalon: The Sick.**

**EXCEPTING NO MORE CATS!**