A dark brown tabby grinned maliciously in the shadowed forest. Her green eyes glinted with a mix of eagerness and psycopathicness.

The she-cat called over her assistants.

"Tarantula, Embereye, progress report!"

Two cats immediately slunk out from the shadows that previously hid them.

"The project is nearly complete. All we need to do is pick them," a black cat informed, eyes gleaming with malicious intent.

"Perfect," meowed the tabby she-cat, tail lashing with excitement. "Absolutely perfect."

The bushes rustled as more cats slunk into the clearing, most with scars and scratches. All had their sharp fangs showing, and they all looked hungry for battle.

"This will be the perfect plan. The plan to finally get rid of those beetle-brains once and for all," the tabby announced, followed by her maniacal laughter.

This was the beginning. The beginning of the clan's fall.

(Sorry for this chapter being short. I just needed a prologue, then I've already made another chapter that's a lot longer)