The Dawn of The Dark Forest

Deep in the woods, a deep and gruff trill came from the trees. The stars glistened beautifully, and the moon shone on the forest, illuminating the birch trees and causing them to take the form of skeletons looking over the grass. With a small scamper, a mouse jumped into the air, yet was to slow. A scar stained paw with claws the size of grass blades descended upon the mouse and picked it up but the tail. A figure obscured by the shadows gave it a look, let a small smile, and bit into its head, tearing the poor creatures body in two with the other half’s intestines falling from the base.

The cat licked his blackened lips, blood staining his fur and tongue. He opened his eyes, one blue and one yellow, and they’d light the shadows around him as he stepped from them. Rising from the ashes was a orange-brown and black cat with the tips of his mouth greying with wisdom and age. One side of his maw was pitch white and his nose was a pinkish-black. Two scars were most noticeable. One across his snout, and the other on his lip, the ladder scar showing his teeth peeking from this mouth. He was old and scruffy, yet with a large and muscular build. He looked up at the moon with pride, a small hiss escaping his mouth. His name was Jafar.

The larger tom looked down at the feeble cat, eyes still glowing. “It looks like someone found their way past the clans~” He gave a slick smile and raised his chin, subtly showing his superiority. He jumped from the rock he was perched on, the mouse’s tail still in tow. He threw it to the side and circled around the cat. His nose twitched slightly and he shot back.

“Pish! You REEK of the Twolegplace!” He hissed, blood still trickling down his chin and into the grass. “What brings a kitty pet like yourself out in the wild? Have you learned of the dishonour of Starclan and the Twolegs?”