Beginning Author's Note thing:
This is, first of all, my first story, so don't get your panties in a bunch because it won't be all that good. Second, I really only made this for a few friends. I didn't name or make any of the Clans or cats in this apart from a few, so I guess credit for that goes to them..?
I didn't necessarily make this because I wanted the general public to see my writing, so if you don't like it, feel free to just stop freakin' reading it. I really only uploaded this so my friends could see it without me having to copy and paste it into a chat.
So, I've disabled reviews and such. I might open them up again later, I don't really know.
So, anyways:
Prologue:
A glowing silver she-cat sprinted through the woods, fleeing with a look of rage and fear. Fear-scent wafted off of her and flooded the air. Bone-thin cats were spitting with anger and lashing their tails behind her, triumph written clearly on their expressions. The silver cat left claw marks in the dirt where she ran, eventually catching up to a different group of well-fed cats.
The largest, snow-white tom lunged at her bloodthirstily. The silver cat was obviously terrified, and the look in her eyes displayed the betrayal she felt. He scraped his unsheathed claws down her neck, scarlet red liquid dripping from the long death scar, while he easily batted two kits into a stormy river with his tail, killing all three of the cats who seemed to trust him with their lives.
A she-cat the color of a deathberry wailed in pain, the same size as the skinny cats that won. Her fear-scent overpowered the other forest scents, and one of the healthier looking cats wailed with her. Suddenly, she turned her head to reveal she was faceless.