Prologue

It was leaf-bare. A young she-cat was sitting in a barn. She was waiting for her mate to bring her prey. She was in her nest made of hay. She looked around the barn and saw her mate walking in a mouse in his mouth. One mouse.

As her mate walked up to her she said. "Hunting still hard?"

"Yes," meowed the tom. "It is almost impossible."

"If you stayed In Thunderclan.." she started.

"Please don't start with that." he growled.

"Firestorm.."

"I was the son of the leader, Bramblestar and the warrior Squirrelflight. I was the royal kit, and eventually deputy…" he trailed off. "But I fell in love with a rouge and left. I love you and I left. I don't want to go back Lavender." Firestorm muttered.

"All right…." she murmured.

"Good, you understand, now-"

"Ohhh… the kits…" Lavender rasped.

"What? They are coming? Come on, breathe and push."

She did as instructed, but there was only one kit, with a very strange scar.

"What is wrong with him?" asked Lavender.

"I don't know, I think he has a scar! This is a sign…a bad one." Firestorm said.

Firestorm looked at his kit. It was a tom, a orange kit with a black scar on his side. The kit seemed normal, but the scar was odd.

He knew this would come, but he acted surprised, he got a visit from Starclan. They told him his kit would be scarred. They told him the kit had a bad life ahead.

Firestorm was not sure what would happen, but all he knew is that he had a kit. The scarred kit.

What did you think? Son of Bramblestar and Squirrelflight. I support the two of them. Anyway…..

The kit's name is Scar. Lavender has a white pelt…had to clear that up.

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~MossStarFromRiverclan