The Rise of BoneClan

Prologue

A young white tomcat stood atop a large rock. The rock jutted out of the ground, a point in the earth. He stood on the tip, looking out over unknown territory. He turned to a young tortoiseshell beside him. "Spot, do you think other cats live down there?" The she-cat sighed, "I don't know, Bone. Why does it matter? Aren't you happy here?" Her eyes turned from relaxed to worried in a heartbeat. "No Spot. I'm happy here." Bone meowed. But somehow, he knew it wasn't true.

Bone couldn't tear his gaze from the outer forests. He licked a black paw and drew it over his ear. Cats like us live down there. I'm sure of it! Spot may think he was crazy, but it sounded right to him. Cats work better as a group! If we joined all together we would be safer. His black-tipped tail swayed from side to side.

It was sunset and Bone was still sitting on the rock. Ideas had been forming in his mind all day. He stood, broad shoulders showing beneath his snow white fur. His deep blue gaze looked back once at the forests before he turned away and headed toward his home.

Bone came home to his small den of moss and twigs that night. As he ate his fresh kill he looked up at his mother. "Snowy?" He asked the snow white cat known as his mother, "Wouldn't cats be safer living together, as a group?" Snowy looked at her son thoughtfully, "Yes, I suppose we would." Bone's blue eyes burned with curiosity, "If we'd be safer as a group why is there no groups? There's plenty if territory and prey." His mother chuckled a little, "Bone. We've always lived as rogues. None if the others will want to change that. And you know it Bone." Her green gaze met his blue. "I can convince them!" Bone insisted. "We could get together as a group! We could be..." He thought for a moment about the legends he had heard of great cats who once lived here. They had "clan" at the end. That's it! "We could be BoneClan!"

New story ~Blackie