Prologue
A young golden tabby quickly ran back to her camp. Her heart was pounding, and her head was filled with worry. The two kits she held in her mouth wriggled, trying to get away. But that wouldn't help. They couldn't get away from their problem now.
"Not much farther, young ones." the tabby thought in her head.
Reaching her clan camp, she slipped into the nursery. It was full of many sleeping queens and kits. The tabby saw her friend, a tortoiseshell younger than herself. She slept towards the back of the nursery with three kits beside her. Two were not even her own. The young cat got a better feeling inside of her and went over and poked her friend. Her friend woke up and didn't look too surprised to see her.
"Tanglefrost..." but she was cut off.
"Yes they are mine, you can take them right?"
"That's what I told you a few moons ago, isn't it?" the tortoiseshell retorted.
Tanglefrost nodded and set the two kits next to the others. "Thank you so much, I appreciate this so much, if there is anything I can ever do for you just tell me. And we should make up a story for…."
The tortoise cut Tanglefrost off by saying, "We can make up a story for Kestrelstar tomorrow. You now must go back to the medicine cat den now."
Tanglefrost gazed one last time at her kits. "Okay , thank you."
The she-cat turned and left the nursery. As she left, she felt as though her heart was just clawed out. She now was doubting her mate's love and now, her kits would never know her. But she must find a way. She would she knew she could, she had to. As the medicine cat curled up in her nest that night, and as sleep took over her, she got a prophecy from the great Bramblestar.
"Darkness will arise, and the crystals will shine. The river will run with blood and death shall come near. Only the fire of the eldest one can help to stop it."
Tanglefrost tried to beg Bramblestar to tell her what it meant, but all he could say was, "The fire of the eldest one and your knowledge, will save the clan."
