War is never a pretty thing. Blood splattered across the ground as cats fall and don't get up. Another heart beat stops as unsheathed claws rip through an innocent pelt.
A white tom towers over three queens, their bellies full of unborn kits. The queens beg for mercy. The tom slices once of their neck. Three is too many. Two will do just fine. The tom takes the two remaining queens hostage and yowls out to the battle field. This senseless fighting would stop right now. It did not. The tom was ambushed by the two queens, as revenge for their friend. The two manage to pin down the white tom. He yowls out to his clan.
"Bumblethroat is the new Threat!" The white tom yelled before his thoat was slit.
A brown tabby tom puffed up his chest and yowled out to his new clan. He yowled out to retreat.
Owlspirit flicked her tail as she watched the toms from her nest. They all fawned over her, begging for her to be their mate. However the she-cat only had eyes for one cat. Threat.
"Emberpelt." She would call out, waiting outside his den. The leader would come to her. The two were in love. It was not long before they had a kit. A single kit.
The kit's father never came home. He found his new leader sitting in the place his father always would. He questioned where his father was. The new Threat didn't have the heart to answer.
No idea where I'm going with this, but it's going to be dumb and short.