Under the advanced darkness, a brown tabby cat was working vigorously on a computer. The monitor was white, with a rainbow keyboard. The actual pc was running quite well, like prey. It was hardly making a sound, and it wasn't as hot as the cat thought it would be on his pelt. Both the tabby and the computer were held upon two roughly made pieces of furniture; a table and chair respectively. He had to make sure his white belly wasn't exposed to any splinters. They would have to work on this in the future, but this was more important than the comfortness of a piece of wood. Nearby, a similarly constructed wooden table layed, though it was much bigger and rounder. There were more of these log chairs, but only one was occupied. A study brown cat with many scars was sitting in said chair, eating what could only be described as weird twoleg treats. Out of the forest walked a big tabby tom, not unlike the one working on the computer. His amber eyes, full of hatred, scanned the sight before him.
"Hawkfrost, what is this?" TigerStar trotted up to his son, who was busily working on this computer
"Ah, father!" Hawkfrost's ice blue eyes moved away from the screen in surprise, "I didn't notice you coming!"
"Well you should have," TigerStar growled, "Now answer my question: what is this?"
"Do you remember our conversation? It was some time ago, and I know you're busy, but the supplies I needed for the '5G internet' have finally come! I was just setting it up here." Hawkfrost proudly explained.
"And is this one of the 'perks' you mentioned?" TigerStar asked
"Well, no, but-"
"So why is it here?" TigerStar shouted, "We need this area for training, for actually achieving something, Hawkfrost."
"Let me explain, father. Please." Hawkfrost looked at his father. "It's achieving something, just hear me out."
TigerStar thought. He let his son ramble on the last time, and now hopefully it wouldn't be a waste of his time. If it was going well like he said, this could be an asset for his plans.
"We don't have a lot of time, but I'll let you indulge. What is this?" TigerStar finally responded.
Hawkfrost cleared his throat. "You see father, we are going to be recruiting a lot of cats for our cause. That's my job, as you have mentioned. This little device here is called a 'computer'." Hawkfrost looked towards the machine, and back to his father. "Now, it may not seem like much, but it's supposedly a wondrous device used to communicate with cats from all across the land! Using this knowledge, I researched a way to get in touch with multiple cats at once. Imagine walking in ten cat's dreams at once! Surely that must be helpful." Hawkfrost paused to take a breath.
"We have plenty of other cats for that, Hawkfrost." TigerStar stopped him. "Wouldn't time be better spent working harder to get to that many cats in one night instead of using.." he waved one of his forepaws at the 'computer' "..whatever this twoleg thing is?!"
"Ah, but father, we won't even need to walk in dreams with this. I can simply stay here, and contact our trainees at whatever time, asleep or not." Hawkfrost added
"That would be helpful, I suppose." TigerStar confessed. Then he sighed. "Alright, what is this way to contact my cats?"
"It's called Discord, dear father!" Hawkfrost exclaimed, "With its servers, all our cats can be connected to each other. They wouldn't even have to go out in order to talk with one another!"
"It's called…what?" TigerStar looked dumbfounded. What chaotic…thing, did his son add to the dark forest, HIS dark forest?
"It's called Discord, father." Hawkfrost repeated. He brought up his account on the computer screen. "As you can see, I have already made an account. I have also made a server." He brought that up too. "I've already made an account for you, don't worry; you're a moderator. Now, I'm not quite sure what to call it. I'm thinking: DarkClan. Now-" then he was cut off by the clearly upset TigerStar.
"Are you a mouse-brain? What is this?! Do you even know what the word discord means? How is this chaotic twoleg thing supposed to help me kill FireStar? Why can't you just walk in cats' dreams, like I've done, like Mapleshade has done? We don't need this, Hawkfrost."
Hawkfrost looked away, blinking. He gazed upon the creations he had made since the installation of the 5G internet satellite. This couldn't be for nothing.
"Father." Hawkfrost looked at TigerStar again. "We need this. Please, just trust me. It WILL work out. We'll conquer the lake, and create TigerClan again. Please, father." He pleaded
TigerStar closed his eyes for a moment before looking at his half-clan son. "Fine. I've already given you permission, I suppose. If this is one of the perks you talked about before, then fine." Then his eyes hardened as he asked, "But why DarkClan, of all names?"
"Lionblaze used that name during his time with Heathertail. I thought since he isn't working with us anymore, we could use the name. The original DarkClan is done, but the name could live on here! We have a StarClan, why not DarkClan, to fit the Dark Forest?" Hawkfrost reasonably explained.
"Sure, sure. YOU'RE in charge of it, after all." TigerStar didn't like it, but he understood. "Though I've never approved of Lionpaw's little romance, nor that fake clan he created. It brought him down a level than what he should've been, " he commented.
"I actually quite liked it. It felt fun," Hawkfrost quietly disagreed. "So, do you approve?"
"It's fine, it's fine." TigerStar approved, growing tired of their conversation. "Though I doubt it'll get much use-"
And as he said that a notification popped up. Hawkfrost answered it.
"It's from Breezepelt. He must've heard that I was setting it up! See father, our cats are interested in this idea! Should I send one to Tigerheart?"
"No, I shall walk in Tigerheart's dreams." TigerStar shot that idea down. "We are kin after all."
"That's fair. I'll keep you updated." Hawkfrost promised.
"Of course you will." TigerStar grumbled. He shot the cat eating cookies a glare before moving on, ready to recruit more warriors for his uprising.
