Island Clans Short Stories

Pigeon's Influence

If he had to do it, the time was now. The two apprentices followed Pigeon through the heavily forested area, and then stopped. This was what he wanted for quite a while.

"Well, Ravenpaw, Lavenderpaw, do you agree? I have cats ready to join Witherclan with the flick of a tail." He said calmly. The pair looked to each other, and nodded. Pigeon felt his heart leap. Everything he had wanted was finally here.

"Then, I suppose by the power of Starclan, I rename you both. Ravenpaw, you will now be known as Darkwing, and Lavederpaw, you will be known as Shadowbite." He said, even though he didn't truly know the ceremonies words. The two seemed pleased anyways.

"Are you the leader?" Asked Shadowbite. Pigeon thought. This was his idea, and his dream come true. So, he simply nodded. Though he was old, he knew he could take on the duties of leader.

"Yes. Darkwing, you shall be my deputy." Pigeon told the pale blue apprentice. His baby blue eyes sparkled with delight. Shadowbite seemed jealous, but knew that obviously, when Pigeon died, she'd be the next deputy.

"I will go retrieve the cats that wish to join us. Someday, we will rule the island, and all cats who rebel against us, we will spill their traitorous blood!" Pigeon said, turning and going to Twolegplace to retrieve the many rogues and loners.

This was going to be fun.