Post by Rainbow on Mar 16, 2012 14:23:17 GMT -5
Whiteout [/color]
Prologue
A dark colored light filled the Dark Forest. Large gnarled trees climbed toward the sky, blocking out the pale moon. A thick pelted, dark-colored tabby tom moved carefully through the forest, stepping over fungi and toadstools. He lifted his nose to the air and sniffed, knowing he wouldn’t scent any prey, and the only thing to sink his claws into was the damp grass and the flesh of the cats who visited the Dark Forest. “Tigerstar.” The dark tabby spun around, his neck fur bristling. “Oh,” he muttered, seeing it was Brokenstar and letting his bristling fur down. “I didn’t know it was you.” The large tabby snorted. “The only thing that fills your nose is the scent of your own blood and the grass,” he retorted, flicking his long tail. Tigerstar sank his claws into the earth, pretending it was Brokenstar’s pelt. “Anyway, Tigerstar,” he went on, ignoring the tom’s impatient muttering. “What was it that was so important that couldn’t wait until later?” Tigerstar glanced at Brokenstar and felt the earth under his paws. “It’s Firestar,” he began. “He’s recruiting more kittypets and rogues into the Clan; he’s forgotten to give attention to the more forest-born warriors. This is our chance to recruit more cats into the Dark Forest so we can destroy all the weak to make more room for the strong.” Brokenstar looked thoughtful for a moment, his ears twitching. Tigerstar’s impatience ran out. “Well?” he demanded. Brokenstar nodded and dipped his head, his golden eyes glowing in the fog that hovered around the forest. “Oh, yes, Tigerstar,” his voice was a thick and rusty purr. “This idea is wonderful. We shall make the Dark Forest grow, and destroy all those who oppose of our plans.” Tigerstar’s eyes widened with excitement, and his tail lashed. “Now, round up as many of the Dark Forest cats as you can,” Brokenstar ordered. “Get them to recruit all the cats you can. And make sure that they visit every cat in every Clan, except those weak, mewling kittypets and rogues,” he added roughly, flicking his tail. Tigerstar nodded and spun around, his claws flexing with delight. “Yes, Brokenstar,” he whispered in a voice that was thick and powerful. “Nothing will get in our way, and I’ll kill any cat that does!”
Prologue
A dark colored light filled the Dark Forest. Large gnarled trees climbed toward the sky, blocking out the pale moon. A thick pelted, dark-colored tabby tom moved carefully through the forest, stepping over fungi and toadstools. He lifted his nose to the air and sniffed, knowing he wouldn’t scent any prey, and the only thing to sink his claws into was the damp grass and the flesh of the cats who visited the Dark Forest. “Tigerstar.” The dark tabby spun around, his neck fur bristling. “Oh,” he muttered, seeing it was Brokenstar and letting his bristling fur down. “I didn’t know it was you.” The large tabby snorted. “The only thing that fills your nose is the scent of your own blood and the grass,” he retorted, flicking his long tail. Tigerstar sank his claws into the earth, pretending it was Brokenstar’s pelt. “Anyway, Tigerstar,” he went on, ignoring the tom’s impatient muttering. “What was it that was so important that couldn’t wait until later?” Tigerstar glanced at Brokenstar and felt the earth under his paws. “It’s Firestar,” he began. “He’s recruiting more kittypets and rogues into the Clan; he’s forgotten to give attention to the more forest-born warriors. This is our chance to recruit more cats into the Dark Forest so we can destroy all the weak to make more room for the strong.” Brokenstar looked thoughtful for a moment, his ears twitching. Tigerstar’s impatience ran out. “Well?” he demanded. Brokenstar nodded and dipped his head, his golden eyes glowing in the fog that hovered around the forest. “Oh, yes, Tigerstar,” his voice was a thick and rusty purr. “This idea is wonderful. We shall make the Dark Forest grow, and destroy all those who oppose of our plans.” Tigerstar’s eyes widened with excitement, and his tail lashed. “Now, round up as many of the Dark Forest cats as you can,” Brokenstar ordered. “Get them to recruit all the cats you can. And make sure that they visit every cat in every Clan, except those weak, mewling kittypets and rogues,” he added roughly, flicking his tail. Tigerstar nodded and spun around, his claws flexing with delight. “Yes, Brokenstar,” he whispered in a voice that was thick and powerful. “Nothing will get in our way, and I’ll kill any cat that does!”