Prolouge
The rain fell hard onto the earth.
"Sharp, would ya look at that forest! I bet it's full of prey!" a shaggy, raged lynx-tom meowed to Sharp, the sleek furred speckled tom.
"Pecker, you know that if we want the forest, we'll have to fight. I can't afford losing any more good fellow lynx. You know that, and as your leader, I will make the decision."
Pecker looked down at his paws, then raised his head,
"Vine! Come here!" Pecker yowled into a small hollow, and a darker gray she-lynx came out,
"What about my trainee's ceremony? She is training well." Pecker beckoned his trainee to him.
"Vine, do you agree? Have your trained well?" Sharp looked down at the trainee.
"Yes, Sharpstone." Vine answered using Sharp's leader name.
"Okay, but we will have your ceremony, after we claim the forest. The kitty, Needleclaw, was it? Yes, he proposed a truce, that if we help him rule the forest, he will give us half of his land."
Sharp paused for a moment, then said,
"Train her harder, Pecker. She has to be ready for the battle. I shall speak to the other trainers too."
Sharp padded away, his icy blue eyes glowing in the dark night, as the rain grew heavier.
