The brown tabby slipped out of the trees, looking around. No one else was in the clearing. The tom's fur bristled as he remembered his son who always used to be there for him and the swarm of followers who had surronded him. He sat and waited. Usually this act of impaitence would've brought several cats running from the bushes. Now nobody came. Then out of nowhere, they appeared. More cats then the tom had known were in the Dark Forest. And in front of them was a small black tom with ice blue eyes. Tigerstar jumped to his paws and snarled, "What manner of treachery is this?!"
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