Prolouge
The Stoutland raised its nose to the air and sniffed. Where was he? It wasn't like him to be late. Oh, well. He might as well rest this tired old body of his. He lay down.
All of a sudden, the bush next to him started to rustle. The old Stoutland leaped up to his paws. Finally!, he thought to himself. A Duskinoir floated out of the bushes. This particular Duskinor looked a little odd. His right hand was bent and crooked, and it lay at his side. His right arm was crippled.
"Greetings, Skullfall, my loyal deputy." The Stoutland told the Duskinor. Skullfall replied back, "Well, hello to you, Howlstar, my all-powerful leader." "What was it that you wanted to talk to me about, so remotely into NightClan territory?" Skullfall mused silently for a little bit. "Well, it's about the leadership of NightClan."
"What exactly do you me-" Howlstar was cut off by Skullfall grabbing him by the scruff of his neck and smashing him into the nearest rowan tree. "Sk..Sk..Skullfall?" Howlstar stammered. "What are you doing?" Skullfall's lips drew into a menacing grin. "You are too soft on your enemies and Clanmates. When somebody does something wrong, you just give them a warning. I am the more suitable leader. When somebody disobeys me, I can just kill them and be off on my way." Howlstar gasped. "You're mad!"
"Well, too late to stop me from what I am going to do to you right now." Skullfall drew closer to Howlstar with a maniacal smile on his face. "LONG LIVE THE NIGHTCLAN LEADER!" And with that, Skullfall ripped open Howlstar's throat. Blood pulsated thickly from the wound as the old Stoutland dropped to the ground, dead.
Skullfall stared at Howlstar's motionless body for a few seconds. Then, he started to laugh manically. Throwing his head up to the sky, he crowed, "NIGHTCLAN…IS…MINE!"
