P R O L O G U E
"But, the Clan hasn't been attacked since the Great War with the Tribe of the Eagle Shrieks—" began the little white tom, but the larger black tom stood.
His green eyes blazed with fury, and he spat, "The Tribe of the Eagle Shrieks is not real! We only told that to those kits to make them have faith, to make them believe things will always be better."
The white tom winced and stammered, "B-but…"
The black tom swiped at his face, splattering blood. The white tom flew backwards with a howl of pain.
"Blacksplash, I-I'm sorry!" the white tom shrieked.
Blacksplash brought his face close to the little tom. "You should've been sorry before you came to the Place of No Stars. I'll haunt you, forever."
When the little tom stood, Blacksplash slashed out with his long claws, and the tom let out a loud yowl of pain. Blacksplash, though, took a step back.
A little black scar was on the smaller tom's face, and Blacksplash spat, "You'll never be free of me."
What do you think? Who is the mysterious white tom? Find out next time...