The dark shape slipped through the underbrush, heading for Windclan territory. A faint breeze stirred the grasses around the shape, and tickled the soft pelt of the cat.
I can't believe I'm doing this! The cat thought, stepping softly toward the Windclan camp. Not even dogs are this deseperate for food!
The cat slipped silently into the gorse tunnel, stopping at the entrance. A guard sat positioned beside a shady bush, watching for any intruders. The trespassing cat flicked a pebble over her head. It clattered behind the guard, and he wandered off to check it out.
Like a flash, she ran over to the fresh-kill pile, grabbing a vole and dove before running back through the tunnel and escaping out onto the moor. A yowl behind her alerted her.
Three dark-colored cats came running out after her, easily catching up to her in her half-starved state. They pounced on her, knocking the prey from her jaws.
"Ow! Let me go!" She growled, twisting in a attempt to get away. "Who are you? Why were you stealing from Windclan?" The cats questioned.
"I-I was starving... It was the only way!" SHe wailed, stilling.
The cats growled at her. "Too bad. You should've gone to Thunderclan! They're the weak ones; They would have given you food!"
The three cats attacked the helpless she-cat, letting her race off with a shredded pelt and bloody scratches. They took the prey back to their camp.
The she-cat stopped, panting. She had to feed her kits! She headed for Riverclan.
A/N:
This is just the Prologue! I hope you're enjoying so far, it's my first ever story. :) No flames, please!
Also, I used to be known as KittenWhiskers. Any reviews by her were by me.