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Prologue


A half moon glowed on smooth granite boulders, turning them silver. The silence was broken only by the ripple of water from the swift black river and the whisper of trees in the forest beyond. There

was a stirring in the shadows, and from all around lithedark shapes crept stealthily over the rocks. Unshealthed glintedin the moonlight. Wary eyes flashed like amber. And then,as if on asilent signal,and suddenly the

rocks were alivewith wrestling, screeching cats. At the center of the frenzy of furand claws,amassive dark tabby pinned a Bracken -colored tomto the ground and drew uphis head triumphantly. " Oakheart!" the tabby

growled. "How dare you huntin our territory