Post by blaze on Feb 21, 2009 13:49:31 GMT -5
A scarred gray tom padded into the old twoleg nest, fully aware he was in ShadowClan territory. Stupid Clans... he thought with a lash of his tail. He laid down in the abandoned nest and hoped to meet some Clan cats. He was itching to kill something, itching for a fight. No prey could give up a fight, so therefore it needed to be a cat. If any cat came by though they would surely smell the old rouges scent. He chuckled a little and muttered, "Here little Clan cats, come and get me." You would think he was loosing his mind. But no, he was perfectly sane. Scratch was the toms name. Scratch had an encounter with ThunderClan as a young tom. The end result made him despise all Clans. I'll get those ThunderClan cats one day. His long gray fur covered the scars from his previous battles. Now he sat, waiting for some dumb ShadowClan cat to challenge him. Any cat who did would surely be out of their minds though. He was growing impatient of the waiting. So finally he yowled, "Come and get me, If you dare!" The challenge was set, now it was time to yet again wait.
