The Backstory
Two slender shapes appear, paws slick with blood and bodies battered. The large brute Tom who goes by the name Echo growls curses.
"Those rugged Clan cats think they can pursue us! Those pusses. We deserve to travel through their reeking territories. It's not our fault; who do they think they are?!"
The she-cat rises to his shoulder. "We've escaped as safely as possible." She gasped. "That's good enough, isn't it, Echo?"
The tom snorted. "Ghost, you know better." He glanced at the rouge with gleaming amber eyes. "It's not 'as safely as possible'. They still have the upper paw."
Ghost's attention turned directly to Echo. "Look," she mewed. "It's only two of us against a whole army of forest cats, we won't risk everything we have to get on their side of the border."
Echo sighed, feeling defeated. Suddenly, he perked. "What if, we make our own Clan?" Exclaimed Echo. "We could call it GhostClan, in honor of you, Ghost."
"Really?"
"Seriously."
She purred. "You could be called Echostrike!" Ghost announced.
Echostrike purred at his new name. "And you, Ghosthowl: you've always been fond of wolves."
Ghosthowl's lush gaze warmed Echostrike. "You'll be the leader," he meowed. "I'll try and be a loyal deputy."
The new leader dubbed Echostrike with her tail. "I, Ghosthowl, and my colleague, Echostrike, establish, GhostClan, and allow cats to join us."