The tom slipped into the clearing in silence, his brown pelt caked with mud. In the middle of the clearing sat a pure white she-cat with back eyelids. Her eyes were closed and her head turned up to the starry sky. The tom sat down beside her as she stayed stone still.
"Did you complete your task? Are they coming?" the she-cat asked, her eyes remaining closed.
"Yes mistress," the tom replied, "they will meet here after the next Gathering." The she-cat chuckled.
"Excellent." she sneered. The tom turned to look at the she-cat.
"Mistress," he asked,"May I ask why we need them. We could complete the task ourselves without the help of Clan filth!"
"My dear," repiled the she-cat," I agree that we could do i ursleves but we need as many cats as possible to help rebuild our clan."
"Our Caln?" the tom stuttered. Once again the she-cat chuckled.
"Yes silly kit," she meowed,"after we burn the clans to the ground a new, more merciful clan will rise from the ashes! We alone will rule the forest. Those petty Clan cats will pay for what they've done to us!" She opened her eyes revealing two intrancing neon violet eyes. "And Ghostclan shall have its REVENGE!"
