Passive

Prologue
"My lord Tiger," the tom said feebly. Amber eyes snapped open.

"What could you possibly want at this time?!" Tiger growled. "I'm done with you!"

"But, sir!" the tom went on. "I did this for you! I tricked them! All of them!"

"You did an awful job at it." Tiger hissed. "Half of them left us. The other half is a bunch of useless slaves!"

"I'm your son!" the tom yowled. "The only son who listens to you! Brambleclaw and Tawnypelt never did that!"

Tiger jumped on the tom. "Did you just mention my children in the warrior form?" he hissed.

"No," the tom croaked. "I meant, Bramble the Follower and Tawny the Dreaded."

Tiger let go of his son. "Good," he said. "Do you see what happens if you don't listen?"

"Yes." the tom said.

"You finally earned your name." Tiger mewed. "You are now Hawk, Leader of the Ice Clan."

Hawk's eyes widened. "I get to lead the Ice Clan?"

"Yes, once we find enough cats."

"Thank you, my lord."

Tiger padded away, seeking the Fire Clan. There were to be eight great clans that rule the land. As of now, there was only one clan, the Fire Clan. They owned the territory highest on the mountain, where the sun hit them directly. Each cat of the Fire Clan was to be given a rank: Fire, Flame, or Kindle.

The Fire rank contained of the leader, the leader's mate, any of the leader's relatives, and the leader runner-up. They got to eat the prey first and get the most priveleges.

The Flame rank was all the regular cats with no relation to the great leader whatsoever. However, if the great leader dies, the runner-up's family gets to become the Fire rank. The leader's family moves down a rank into this one. They get to eat second and they hunt the big game, like eagles or hawks.