Chapter One
Blackheart trotted through MountainClan camp, looking for something to do. Finally, he decided to grab a thrush that was sitting a little ways away from the fresh-kill pile. He picked it up in his jaws and sat by FireRock, a huge black obsidian stone that sucked in sunlight to make it toasty warm. Blackheart's pelt was thick and the deepest, darkest jet black you could ever imagine. However, his paws were snow white and his eyes were pale blue. MountainClan had a gorgeous view of the land below, where the three other Clans roamed; DeathClan, SeaClan, and ForestClan.
All of a sudden, Blackheart heard a loud hiss. He jumped up, and turned to see DeathClan cats pouring in through the bramble entrance to the camp. Blackheart tossed the thrush gingerly back into the fresh-kill pile and leaped on the back of a mottled, wiry brown she-cat whom he recognized as Mousebite.
Blackheart didn't even pause to look as his leader, Goldstar, leaped by onto another cat; all he was focused on was defeating Mousebite. The she-cat snarled, and unsheathed her claws to scratch at Blackheart's flank. He jumped behind her and clawed her back while biting her tail.
"Mrroaw!" Mousebite let out a cry of pain and turned to face Blackheart, letting her tail rip free.
"So," Mousebite mused, "Goldstar and his Clan of mangy kittypets believe they can defeat DeathClan?" She laughed, a cross between a hissing snarl and a chuckle, "They are dead wrong!"
Mousebite pounced at Blackheart, and raked her claws down his muzzle. Blackheart let out a yowl, and returned the favor by biting Mousebite's left ear as she swooped by. Mousebite let out a loud meow of defeat, while Blackheart's was one of victory. Mousebite hissed a final hiss and turned tail to flee with three others of her Clan.
But there was still plenty of DeathClan to defeat.
