Author's note:
The time setting is during Tanglepath's life, starting from birth (around the time Rusty ventured into the forest) to warriorship (Warriors: The Darkest Hour) and so on. Please understand that I don't get to go on the computer very often so what you get is what I got. Enjoy!
~Prologue~
A gentle breeze whispered through the tall pines in the ShadowClan camp. an enchanting calm rested on the forest.
Suddenly, a peircing caterwaul of pain sounded from the camp. There, in the nursery, a queen lay giving birth to her first kits. Her black flank rose and fell rapidly as she tried to get the kits out. "She's getting weaker! StarClan, help us!" The old medicine cat gasped. A painful spasm shuddered down the length of the queen's body, then silence. Each heartbeat seemed to stretch on forever. Then a small mewling began to sound from the newly birthed kits. They were alive!
"Thank StarClan." Rasped the old medicine cat. She licked her matted gray fur and sighed. New kits were always a good omen.
"Yellowfang! Yellowfang! How are the kits? Are they okay?"
"Calm down, Littlecloud! your kits are fine! And so is Darkflower. Come inside, if you want to see them."
Little cloud edged in and looked at his mate, suckling their newborn kits. His eyes brimmed with happiness and pride. "They're . . . beautiful." He whispered. There were three kits. A black and white she-cat, a gray tom, and a gray tabby she-cat, whose stripes looked as of they were tangled. "What's her name?" Littlecloud nodded to the kit that shared his pelt. "Nightkit." Darkflower replied. "And him?" Littlecloud flicked his tail at the gray tom. "Dawnkit." Littlecloud stared at the tabby she-cat that was his daughter. "Have you named her?" He pointed at the tabby kit with his nose. "No, I thought you'd like to." Littlecloud tried his hardest to think of a name that wasn't obvious, but the one he had in mind left him in awe, even if it was so simple.
"Tanglekit."