How the Clan Formed

How the Clan Formed
A short story

Prologue
The ground was damp, and rank. A great tom, black as the night, was pading about. He was almost completly invisibly besides the gray claws that glinted in the moonlight. Everything about him was powerful, like the great TigerClan.

"I will never be beaten Mace, and you should know most of my power. This is a world of fools. Easily tricked. I can easily beat them, but outsmarting them is easier" The great tom said.

"I know Hollowsca-..." "Hollowstar" Mace corrected himself.

"Forgive my mistake, but I forgot you wished to be refered to as a leader," Mace added. "but it will not happen again"

Hollowscar trudged out into the fog, only to glance back with a wicked glare to his glowing eyes.

"Don't let it happen again, and I'll be here tomorrow at sunhigh."

Part 1
The fog was thick, but the sun bitterly glared down through Hollowscar's fur. The breeze gave Hollowscar a warning as it tickled his nose. The dark tom managed to smile coolly,but it wasn't hard to see his ice cold fury. The bushes rustled gently as the dull gray tom from the night before padded out of the leaves, along a silverish tom with thin sripes along his back, and a long haired tom that was grinning with amusment"

"Your late." Hollowscar asserted. The dark toms claws slowly slithered out like snakes from there sheaths.

"I need you. You won't be punished this time, so consider it a warning." Hollowscar padded around anxiously. "If other is doesn't arive though, she can pay with her life"

"Very well-" Was all Mace said as he was cut of Hollowscar's wicked screech "Very well?!?! You should have come earlier!!!!" he yelled as a blur in the shape of a paw scored four marks across the dull gray tom's nose. The young long haired tom backed up, fearful at the speed. This wasn't funny.

"I'm s-s-s-sorry" the dull gray tom whimpered through gritted teeth.

"If any of our clans come looking for us, you'll learn what it means to be truly sorry" Hollowscar sneered. The dark tom barely noticed the youngest tom sniffing around, and give a flick of his ears. Hollowscar

"Yes Coyotepaw?" Hollowscar jeered. Tell us what you sense.

"Someone is here." Coyotepaw replied.

Hollowscar smiled "She is here. Thank you." As he replied, a small silver gray she-cat padded out of the shadows.

"Greetings Hollowscar" She said.

"You're late." Groaned Dartfang "You kept us all waiting." He aunnounced as he paced back-and-forth with his head held low.

"Sorry" she mewed sarcastically "Let's just say Silverpaw won't be a nuisance."