Everyone, I really hope you like this story! Only my second story but….yesh. lol. Anyway, the prologue takes place 11 months BEFORE the actually story begins at Chapter 1. Please realize that. Well, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE leave reviews, I'd love to hear your thoughts! Enjoy!
Prologue
Bright green eyes shined through the night, and jumped up onto a picked fence. A gray she-cat sat there, staring out into the forest. She saw cats running, clawing, and fighting, tooth and claw. She saw blood splatter- and shook, horrified by the sight.
Those horrible wild cats! Why can't they just leave this place? They make so much racket! What is there goal in life? Waking up nice house-cats as they kill each other?
The she-cat glared angrily at the cats. Suddenly, she noticed blue eyes glaring back at her. They came closer to her, running, running. She tried to jump down, but ended up clumsily falling off the fence, slamming into the ground. The blue-eyed tom landed on top of her, pinning her down. His fiery orange pelt seemed to glow in the dark night.
"Let go of me!" The gray cats cry sounded through the night.
"Are you a spy?" The orange toms ocean blue eyes stared into hers.
"What?" She asked, obviously confused.
"Are you a spy? From the other clans?"
"Are you crazy? Have you been to the vet lately?"
"The what?" The tom decided to ignore her odd comment by shaking his head, then continued: "Why were you sitting up-watching us like that?"
"How could I not? You wild cats make so much noise there is no way for me to get any sleep!"
The orange tom sniffed, and pulled his nose back in instantly. "Ick. You stink- like a kittypet!" "A kittypet?" The she-cat tried to ignore the strange word. "Who are you?"
The orange tabby stood up tall, and announced: "I am Sunstripe, of Riverclan."
Sunstripe looked at the she-cat curiously. "And you are?"
She smiled a bit nervously. "My names Bramby. Well, that's what the House-folk's kids call me, anyway."
Sunstripe let his tail wave its way around Bramby slowly. "Really…" He smiled.
"Your pretty beautiful for a kittypet."
"Excuse me?"
"Sorry. I thought kittypets enjoyed when you complemented their amazing eyes."
"Real smooth." Bramby whispered.
Suddenly, Sunstripe jumped onto the fence and walked back and forth, straight and perfectly. "So, what was with the whole falling off the fence thing. Is that what kittypets really love?" He jumped down, landing on his feet, unlike her. "Sounds like a blast."
Bramby gave him an annoyed look, but happiness glittered in the back of her eyes. "You are unbelievable." She started to walk away, back into the house.
"Hey, wait!" Sunstripe yelled. "What's up with that? You say I'm unbelievable, then you leave?" Bramby ignored him, shaking her head, but grinning where he couldn't see.
Sunstripe jumped onto the fence and looked down at her, and she could feel his deep blue eyes burning into her pelt. She turned around. "You still here?"
"Actually, I should probably go." He meowed, turning as if he didn't care what Bramby thought. He jumped off the fence, and Bramby started to turn back around when she saw him suddenly jump back up. "Yes?" She asked.
"I'll be seeing you here at dawn tomorrow, right?"
Bramby looked at him, and let him see her grin.
"I'd like that."