In the misty fog of the swamplands, a bracken-colored tom stepped out of the shadows. "Is everyone here?" he asked. "Yes, Brackenfang. I don't know why you're so worried." said a smoky black she-cat. "The clans as we know them are about to be destroyed Smokeshadow! How can you not be worried about all this?!" Brackenfang exclaimed. "Brackenfang is right you know Smokeshadow," a dust-colored tabby named Mothstripe. "Well anyways, aren't we supposed to work on the message we're going to send?"
A ginger she-cat yowled in the dark fog, "The clans will all be destroyed in under a moon! We will crush them in a single blow!" Her clanmates cheered loudly. She stalked back to her den and sharpened her claws for the upcoming battle. She muttered to herself, "I will destroy LightningClan first. They're so nice and kind to the other clans." she mimicked. She threw a rock at the den wall and screeched, "I WILL DESTROY YOU LIGHTNINGCLAN, AND YOUR PRECIOUS CLANS!!!!"