The dark-furred tom slinked through the woods, unseen and unheard. As a routine precaution, he checked the air for any fresh warrior scents in order to make sure that no cat was following him. He had been doing this for quite some time now, if you counted a half moon as quite some time, so he was confident that there was no cat tailing him, but it never hurt to be careful. After all, he could not let his plans be ruined. His paw steps quickened as he neared the landmark that was a sure sign of guarantee that no cat would see him. The lithe tom's emerald green eyes were gleaming so brightly that if the area was pitch dark, his eyes may have vey well been mistaken as a source of light to any unknowing animal.

Suddenly, the tom halted before a tall and strange structure, that was called by the useless kittypets, a fence. This structure marked the edge, if not the end, of his Clan's territory. The trees had thinned out here. Bunching the muscles in his hindquarters, the tom cleared the fence almost gracefully, with a leap that would probably have impressed even SkyClan warriors.

Landing with an almost soundless thud on the other side, the young tom climbed up another fence that bordered the Twoleg-den inside. He, after pulling himself slowly up the fence, paused for a moment before starting up the side of the Twoleg-den, heaving and panting before he finally reached the top. Still panting, he sat there for a few heartbeats to admire the heights that he had achieved, until the rhythm of his heart beats slowed down. "One day.. One day, I'll be the one standing here, at this very spot, not looking at the dark rooftops of Twoleg dens, but instead, looking over the forest and the river and the bare land and basking in the pride of being the leader of all cats." The unknown tom vowed silently to himself. With that, he leaped once more, this time landing on the roof of another Twoleg nest.

Now, the tom mowed swiftly, almost never pausing between each jump to the roof of the next Twoleg nest. As much as he relished each and every moment of his time away from his pathetic Clanmates, he preferred not to stay too long in the Twoleg-place. The area, especially at night, looked forbidding, often giving the tom pangs of unease. Perhaps it was because he never stayed long enough to familiarize himself with the place, but why would he want to do that? This was a place that Twolegs, their useless kittypets and savage dogs lived in, with rogues and exiled warriors roaming astray. It was not a place that he wanted to know better.

Swoosh! The strong breeze ruffled the young tabby's fur as he made his final leap and landed. The Twoleg den that he was currently on was his destination. It was easy to recognize it. The tom was already at the edge of the cluster of Twoleg nests. This den was the only one with an old tree growing in its yard, its branches brushing against the roof. Glancing down behind him, he was immediately seized with fear. The heights, as much as he hated to admit it, frightened him. Gulping, he took a further step in. One slip here and he would end up on the grass a long way down, with a broken neck or maybe even dead.

The tom, hastily but cautiously, clambered down the tree, sinking his claws into the tree's trunk as hard as he could. Letting out a sigh of relief as his paws finally touched the ground, he quickly scrambled towards the entrance of the abandoned den. There, he made out the faint silhouette of a cat sitting at the entrance. Upon closer observation, he realized who the cat was.

"Raph.." he growled, halting. "Where's Scar?"

The scrawny silver tom did not answer immediately. Instead, he merely licked one of his forepaws and then drew that forepaw over one of his ears, before he meowed, "You certainly took your time.. Clan cat. Or should I call you by your real name instead? S-"

"How many times have I told you, don't call me by my real name! And as much as I am of a Clan cat, you know that I hate them!" the other tom snapped, lashing his tail.

"Very well, Tiger." the tom called Raph purred, amusement flickering in his gaze as he stressed the tom's "name".

"Where's Scar?!" Tiger growled, feeling annoyed.

"Patience, young Tiger," Raph laughed before getting up. "You know I'll bring you to see him. It's only a matter of when I'll do that."

Tiger snarled. He just couldn't stand the silver tom sometimes.

"Come." Raph mewed evenly as he straightened and disappeared into the abandoned den, ignoring Tiger's snarl.

The mysterious tom hurriedly darted up the steps that led to the entrance, before ducking into the shadowy interior as well. He blinked, gazing around and surveying his surroundings. It looked exactly the same as on his previous visit, a quarter moon ago. The ground, made of Twoleg materials, creaked unnaturally. Moonlight filtered through the cracks in the roof that was made of tree wood, providing the dark Twoleg nest with the only source of light. Far in the corner, the Tiger could make out the shapes of several cats. Raph had disappeared.

"Greetings, young one. I suppose you bring good news?" a large, well-built tom suddenly appeared, nearly giving Tiger a shock.

"Y-yes, Scar. Greetings." Tiger hastily mewed. As much as he hated it, this cat, the cat standing right in front of him, right there and then, was much more powerful than him, and therefore, demanded utmost respect.

"I'm here to report. The Clans, at least from the looks of it, are preparing well for the coming leaf-bare. They-" Tiger began but was quickly cut off.

"Spare me the details, Tiger. I only wish to know whether you have made a move yet." Scar interrupted impatiently.

"Sorry Scar," Tiger grumbled, trying to maintain his confident tone as he continued, "I haven't made a move yet, but I will, in a sunrise's time, which is tomorrow. I've already planned who my victim is going to be and how the murder is going to be carried out. I will make no mistake, trust me Scar. Everything will go smoothly."

Tiger raised his head, almost as if daring Scar to contradict his confident words. It was a bold move. Scar could just kill him for doing that, but Tiger was sick and tired of being respectful and nice to the older tom, who often seemed to be able to put him down, make him seem smaller than he actually was and worst of all, doubt himself. After all, Tiger prided himself on his self-confidence, regardless of whether he was right or wrong.

Scar merely nodded. "Good, you had better make sure." his voice dripped with hidden threat and menace.

Tiger nodded wordlessly before turning around to depart. But before he left, he asked one last question. "Where is your fearless army?"

Scar blinked before letting out a amused purr. "What's there to ask about that? All you need to know is that they will very well be present during the time that we have discussed. Rest assured, young Tiger.." Was his simple reply.

Tiger, annoyed at himself for looking like an over-worried fool, nodded curtly before heading down the steps and vanishing, although Scar, from within the Twoleg-den, could hear the sound of his hind claws briefly scraping the side of the Twoleg-den as he reared up and latched himself onto the tree next to the den.

"He's gone." Scar called smoothly as soon as he was sure that Tiger was gone, and instantly, several cats appeared. Raph was one of them, and he spoke first. "We'll have our revenge soon, won't we Scar?" "Yes, as soon as the plan is complete. We will take back the land that once belonged to us rogues." Scar replied, eyes gazing into the distance...

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A/N
Sorry about the Super long Prolouge, but I just wanted to be descriptive. (I hope I was) As you can see, I've changed the way I write quite a bit. So say goodbye to long paragraphs packed with speeches! I know this came earlier than expected but I was just bored and wanted to write so more so yeah.. Anyways, I hoped you've enjoyed reading this and do comment or vote on it! I appreciate all constructive feedback.