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Vanitas flicked out his tongue as he approached WindClan's border. He heard that the Skywalkers moved, to RiverClan, but he also heard of one other thing: Luke was now leader of WindClan. He wondered what the pitiful WindClanners would think, seeing the blond lion, broken, and bloody. Plus, it would teach Anakin to shove it. That cub stealer.
His intent wasn't to kill Luke, but instead to humiliate him. He supposed he should get ready. Black flames swarmed the lion as he trudged through WindClan territory. "SKYWALKER!" Came the loud, booming roar. A roar of challenge. A challenge Vanitas was sure he would win.