Prologue
"What is it you wanted to show me again, you crowfood kit?" a sullen voice asked in the darkness of forest.
The small red figure leading him came to a halt. "Do you remember our agreement, CityClan apprentice?"
Brown eyes flashed. "Yeah, yeah. What is it, Swallowkit?"
The kit grinned smugly. "Let's wait for Flowerpaw and Spatterpaw first, Nightpaw."
Nightpaw hissed and sat down. He had a black coat, which made him near invisible.
Close by, the two cats could hear rustling and, even louder, complaining. "It's KillerClan! They'd sooner murder you than help you!"
Swallowkit unsheathed his claws, green eyes glinting dangerously. "Flowerpaw, we can hear you."
The grey tabby was the first to appear, orange eyes dulled by unimpressed mistrust. Soon after her, another grey cat, this one a tom, arrived. He had darker fur, with light flecks speckled all over him, and innocent blue eyes. Neither noticed Nightpaw.
Swallowkit began walking away. Nightpaw leapt out, making Flowerpaw shriek, then scowl. Spatterpaw chuckled, muttering, "I've noticed most she-cats don't like pranks, friend." Nightpaw smirked, following their leader.
Flowerpaw, a JungleClan apprentice, was the first to notice where they were. "The idiot's led us to IceClan!" she breathed, battering the other apprentices with her tail.
The ginger kit cackled softly "I'm not an idiot. I know where we are. You'll soon know why I didn't choose an IceClan apprentice to accompany us…"
Nightpaw looked around, noticing for the first time that Swallowkit was right- no IceClan cat was with the group.
Spatterpaw hissed, looking around uneasily. The SandClan cat mumbled something about "treachery" and "sneaking".
The four walked into a clearing and gasped (save Swallowkit).
"By SpiritClan…" Nightpaw muttered.