Frostflower was stalking in the territory of hers, at night. The moonlight shone her pelt that matched the moon. Wonder if I should've been named Moonflower.She thought, her thin gray pelt being blown away by the wind. She was allowed to hunt whenever she wanted now, except other clans' territories, of course.
She memorized her herbs in her head, trying to push away her worries about Waterclan invading Fireclan by thinking of other things. The tension was high, between the clans. She looked at the prey she just caught, thinking about how Waterclan poisoned their prey.|
She spotted Owlflame at the Waterclan border with a slightly rounded belly. She hid behind a bush as the thorns of the bush scraped her underbelly, wanting to sigh as Owlflame talked to Nightcloud, who was in Waterclan. Nightcloud was licking her belly, although she was clearly pregnant to the gray-pelted medicine cat. Owlflame was licking his black pelt back on the forehead. She quickly stepped out the bush, careful to avoid the sharp thorn.
She slowly stepped toward Owlflame, getting close to the light brown tabby's fluffy tail. "Owlflame?" The she-cat mewed, glancing at Owlflame's rounded stomach.
"Who are yo-" Owlflame mewed, in front of Nightcloud like Frostflower was going to attack him. "Oh, Frostflower." The tabby meowed. She asked the lithe, stealthy tabby to follow her as she got to a secluded area.
"Owlflame. You're pregnant." The medicine cat licked her moon-like pelt, her blue eyes curious. Owlflame gasped, glancing at her fur.
"Who's your mate?" Frostflower asked, trying to appear calm and collected. The light brown tabby was silent, gazing at Nightcloud from afar. "Nigh- Nightcloud." She whispered, the name almost a breath.
Both of the tabbies stayed silent, one staring at Nightcloud and the other glancing at a cat with a fiery pelt that just entered her gaze. "You should… go to camp. Your kits'll come soon." Frostflower mewed quietly, gazing at the flame-like cat.
(I know it's not really a prologue but still)