The Beginning

     Ghost crouched in the darkness, her breath gently billowing as her blue gray eyes stared ahead unmoving. She hadn't explored this far from two-leg place before. She felt Snake brush up beside her. "What are you waiting for?" He hissed in her ear. She flicked her head, disliking his touch.
      "This is unknown territory! We have to be careful." Ghost edged forward, her white paws glowing in the half light. They had gone out of two-leg place because she was tired of being a rouge. Tired of sneaking around two-leg place, constantly afraid of the up walkers. Tired of eating crow food and being chased by rapid dogs. It was time to claim something. To own something. To not be pushed around.
        "Guys! Wait up..." There was a crackling through the undergrowth as Talon shoved his broad shoulders through the branches. Snake looked back at him, flattening his ears.
         "Would you be quiet! I smell badgers around here..." His voice was fierce as he scolded the young cat. Talon dropped his head, hanging it sadly. Ghost rolled her eyes. Toms... She looked back out at the territory, scenting with her mouth partly gapped open. Mice...Trees...moss...There was a variety of other smells she didn't recognize. Muskier scents. The feel of soft soil beneath her paws and soft leaves pressing around her was comforting. Even here, her white pelt stood out though. She padded on through the thick trees, branches scratching her spine, till the trees suddenly opened up to a clearing. One huge boulder sat at one side, a cluster of boulders at another, some large bushes, a hallow tree trunk, and soft grass covered it all.
        "This is it!" Snake looked at Ghost confused as she called out, bounding up onto the huge boulder proudly.
       "What is what?" Talon asked, his brown eyes bigger than usual as he got excited.
       "This is our camp. From what I've heard about clans, they need one. A camp I mean. And all this stuff can be our dens! Its perfect. This whole territory is perfect. Its ours." It felt good to say that for once. To finally own something and not be afraid of what was in it. Snake and Talon glanced at each other.
        "You sure about this whole clan thing? It sounds a bit far fetched to me...and three cats can't be a clan!" Snake had a skeptical look on his face. Ghost scowled down at him. More doubt. Something she was used to.
        "I want to own territory and lead a group. I'm tired of being lead and pushed around. We're good fighters and hunters! Two-leg place has made a strong..its hard to survive there. We can take those skills and use them for our clan. Teach young Apprentices how to hunt in the night. How to fight off even the strongest of rouges! And there may be three of us now but just you wait! We'll get joiners.."

       Snake still held a doubtful look but Talon was beginning to quiver. "So...You'll have to be Ghoststar! You're our leader now right?"

      Ghost liked the sound of that. Ghoststar. Leader! She puffed out her chest, giving her white hair a quick lick. "Yes. I'm Ghoststar now. And you, you're Snake...Snakefang! And Talon, you have to be Talonpaw. You're not old enough to be a Warrior." Talonpaw looked slightly disappointed but shrugged. Snakefang seemed to like his name, if he liked anything about the situation.
     "And our name? Our clan name?" He spoke with an almost amused tone. Ghoststar looked up at the sky with thought. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw the sky had burst with orange, pink, and frosty white hues. That was all that was light as the sun set. The forest had fallen to pure darkness despite the soft glow of the sunset splashed sky. Ghoststar's gaze was distracted away from the sight as soft glow spots dotted through the woods.
        "What's that?" Snakefang asked, arching his back protectively. Talonpaw trotted up to one glowing light, pouncing on it as it dotted the ground. He jumped back in surprise.
        "Bleck! Its a bug! I squished it..A little glowing bug." Ghoststar looked around, taking in the sight. She purred as she took in the sight, the orange glow washing over her white fur.
         "Twilightclan. We are Twilightclan. We are the night."