Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Warriors.
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Blood of Ice.
Prologue.
Our only vow.
I see Silkkit's tail swish in and out of my view as we stare at each other. I wait for his move, I'm better at defense than attack, I always have been. If Silkkit attacks first, I'll surely win. A moment passes, and Silkkit still seems reluctant to launch his attack first.
I start to get impatient. He still isn't moving. My impatience takes over me and I launch myself at Silkkit. He's too slow an I land on his back. We roll over and over and I can't help but feel sheer delight as we play.
We suddenly come to an abrupt stop and I'm looking up at the broad face of Littlefoot, a new warrior.
"You two get into all sorts of trouble when your together, you nearly tripped me!" He exclaims, and grumbles as he parts us with a soft paw.
"We're just playing," I squeak indignantly, batting his paw away from my chest.
"Yeah, haven't you ever heard of it?" Silkkit teases the older cat.
"Don't be rude Silkkit," the voice of our mother, Applefall sounds behind us. I turn around to see her silky ginger fur, sleek and shiny as always, come into my view.
"Creamkit perhaps you should play mossball with the other she-kits. Silkkit I'm sure Berrypaw can teach you a move or two so your better than your sister at fighting," she meows to us both.
"No!" We both squeal, huddling closer together.
"We stay together no matter what!" Silkkit meows. When our father died from greencough, we promised that we would always stay together.
It was our only vow. And we were determined to keep it.
